What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

You'll Be Alright: Jorbyn- Bromance

This one is heavily inspired by the first Jorbyn I wrote, where Corbyn breaks up with his boyfriend, but ends up dating Jonah before the night's over. Now, for that story again, but this time, switched around
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Summary: He's been cheated on and left heartbroken, but Corbyn's always there. He'll always be there

Lyrics: The first verse, first chorus, and second verse

Jonah's POV
She pulled her cold fingers away when I reached out for her, looking at me through glistening eyes with tears welling on their libs. They moved to our right, her skin pale as her gaze found the box of cigarettes on the counter.

" I fucked up," she whispered, words broken with heaving breaths. She grabbed at her own shoulders, hanging her head. Those long brown locks shielding her eyes, though I could see the tear rolling down her cheek," those... t-those don't... don't belong to my fr-friend, Jon-ah. They belong to... to your's."

A hand appeared, covering the box and forcing my gaze up its arm and to his face.

" I'm gonna throw these away. Okay?" He breathed, speaking to me like you would a wounded animal.

I only nodded, barely feeling the motion at all.

My eyes followed him as he did exactly as he said he would before returning to his place at my side.

" Penny for your thoughts?" He wondered softly in an attempt to lighten the mood. He was leaning into me just enough to know he was there, he was still there, always there.

" I love her," I mumbled, not having the strength, or will, to look him in his eye.

" I know," Corbyn whispered in return, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

I shut my eyes, letting him wrap his strong, safe arms around me, letting him hold me.

" It sucks, huh?"

I couldn't help a laugh. A dry, bitter laugh," yeah," laying my head atop his. Eyes still closed," yeah it really does."

~~~

" Jo?" Corbyn mumbled from where he lay beside me, voice lazy with sleep," what'er you doin'?" He yawned, rubbing at his heavy eyes.

I didn't turn to him, transfixed instead on the blinding white of my phone screen. Like a moth to its flame," searching," I answered, not looking away, never flying away, no matter how much it hurt.

He draped his arm over my waist, resting his heavy head on my shoulder," searching for what?" Squinting against the awful glow.

" Everything's gone," I offered en lieu of an answer.

" What's gone?" He breathed, nuzzling into the side of my neck.

" Everything," I repeated simply," it's like we weren't ever together."

I scrolled my way to her most recent photo. It was her and some guy and she was smiling.

She was beaming.

She had never glowed like that for me.

" Do you think she ever loved me?"

" That doesn't matter. Not anymore. Not after she hurt you," his lips soft against the nape of my neck. I don't know when he moved, but I pressed into it, into him.

" Give it here," his lithe fingers tugging gently at my phone, easily prying it from my shaking hands.

When had that started?

" How long had she been fucking another man, Corbyn? How many times did she come back to lay with me after spending hours loving him?"

" How long are you gonna let her hurt you?" Corbyn guiding me down to the mattress, back to his side. The back of my head tucked into the curve of his warm, soft neck.

" Until my heart stops begging for her."

~~~

I pressed my palm to her cheek, smiling as I traced the soft, warm curves of her face with my thumb. Leaning down to lay a soft kiss on her forehead.

" I love you," the words spoken into her skin. My arm gentle with its hold on her waist, keeping her body against mine. Her warm, soft body.

My lips began a slow, tender journey across her flesh. Starting at her forehead, then gliding down the bridge of her nose. Then along the dip of her Cupid's bow.

She closed her eyes," love you, too,"
she breathed, her hand clapsed almost desperately around her necklace.

A necklace I hadn't gotten her.

~~~

" Sometimes," I mumbled to no one in particular, but of course it wasn't long until I felt his gaze on me. He was always there, always ready.

We were sitting on my couch, side by side with his fingers tracing slow, horribly intricate designs into my thigh.

" Sometimes, I wish I hadn't told her to leave. That I had found another way."

" Jonah," he whipsered in that voice. The voice you use when you're pitying an idiot. When you want them to know how stupid they sound without being too mean because they were hurting. So why does it only make it hurt worse?

" I know," I breathed, my voice was shaking. I was shaking," I know I shouldn't. I know... I-I did the right thing, but... b-but," I bit down on my lip as hard as I could, willing it to stop trembling. Willing away this awful ache.

" But I want her, Corbyn. I... I need her," my throat hurt and it was so hard to swallow. It was even harder to breathe.

He leaned further into me and I pushed back harder.

I needed him here. I needed him here now more than ever, I needed him to make it stop.

" It'll be okay," he promised softly.

" When?" I whispered, I begged," please Corbyn, when?"

" I don't know," the sheer honesty of his answer hit me like a fucking freight train.

" But, one day, it will be. It'll be okay. And I'll be by your side until that day comes. I promise, Jonah."

I sniffed. Cheeks hot and wet, head throbbing and heart crying.

By my side, I repeated to myself. He won't leave too.

" Forever and a day. Right?"

He promised.

" You'll be okay."

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