ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ|| jachary a.u.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ?

Christina's phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Good morning sunshine."

"Hey Corbyn, what's up?" She walks downstairs and goes to the fridge.

"Are you home? Jack's been ringing on the doorbell for a while and no one answered." Her eyes widen and she reads the note Zach left.

went to the other house to let out some steam.

love you.

"Oh I went on my morning walk."

"What about Cupid?"

"He's probably working out, I'm almost home, I'll open the door."

"Okay, I'll call him to let him know. Have a great day beautiful." She blushes.

"T-Thanks, you too." Corbyn hangs up.

Christina puts on some leggings and a shirt and puts her hair on a ponytail.

She runs to the other house who was two blocks away.

"That bitch is gonna pay. I'm gonna fucking make him do my laundry for a month." She stops a bit before the house and slows her breathing.

Christina walks to the front porch.

"Morning. What do we owe this visit?" She looks at Jack.

"Morning...I came here to apologise to Cupid." Christina nods surprised.

"He's a nice guy, but you irk him. Maybe we should call the deal off."

"No!" He fixes his posture and clears his throat. "I mean, if that's what you want." Christina rolls her eyes.

"Get in."she opens the door and let's Jack in.

"Where is he?"

"Basement, working out." Jack swallows in dry.

"Working out huh?"

"Be nice." She walks to the fridge and sips on some water.

Jack walks downstairs to the basement and saw the brunette punching the bag.

He was shirtless, his knuckles were red with blood, his jaw clenched and a deadly look on his face. Jack looks at the bag. It was almost falling.

He couldn't help but to bite his lip at the sight. And what a sight it was.

Jack leans against the wall and takes in the brunette.

Sweat dripping down his chest and face. Zach suddenly stopped punching the bag, grabbed a knife and threw it towards Jack, missing him by an inch.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asks harshly.

"I'm sorry for hurtin-"

"You telling me you're sorry isn't going to magically make the bruise disappear assclown."

"I bruised you? Let me see it." He stretches out his hands.

"Don't fucking touch me." He takes a step back.

"Let me see it please. I didn't mean to hurt you." Zach looks at him, trying to search for any signs of him lying. He found none so he showed him his arm.

Jack look at the bruise up close and he felt even worse. Without thinking he pecked his arm, earning a slap from Zach.

"That wasn't seeing. I knew I shouldn't have let-"

"I know I fucked up and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I barely slept last night, just thinking about how your face looked when I hurt you." Zach scoffs.

"Sure you did." He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

"In fact, i can't get you off my damn mind ever since you left the meeting." Zach smirks and grabs another knife.

"Maybe that was the whole point Jack...make you want me so bad, you can't sleep, just imagining me underneath you screaming your name, or perhaps just make you imagine your hands roaming all over my body." He plays with the edge of the knife.

Jack looks away from him as the scenes Zach mentioned run through his mind.

"You're already imagining them aren't you? Keep on doing that, because they'll never been more that, mere fantasies." Jack shakes his head, to brush off the impure thoughts.

"Are you done with your apology or do you need me to show you the exit?"

"I'm not leaving until you say you forgive me."

"I forgive yo- wait, no I don't." Jack sits down on the floor.

"Guess I'll just have to sit here and wait then."

Zach rolls his eyes and moves onto the next exercise, legs and gluts.

He wraps a gauze around his left leg and starts squatting, having special care with his knee.

"You're doing this on purpose."

"I was working out. You came in the middle of it, this is my workout routine."

"You're such a fucking tease princess."

"Boo-o, control your hormones and don't call me princess."

"I can't. I want you."

"Well, you can't have me." He stops for a bit and sits down.

He starts stretching his leg and massaging his knee.

"Injury?"

"Wheel barreled by a dude while playing soccer and dislocated my knee."

"Oof that gotta hurt."

"Hurt me more to put it back in place." He stretches out again. Jack chuckles.

"So soccer huh?"

"Why do you think I have an ass like this?" They chuckle.

"Why did you choose this life?" Jack asks concerned.

"I did what I had to do to survive. Never had things handed to me in a silver plate." Jack nods.

"How old were you?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I was born into this world and you chose to get in it. Why would you choose such a dark world?"

"What's the day without a little night?"