BENJEY Stories

✨BENJEY✨Stories No.1: Leaked (j)

JORGE'S POV

"Oh no..." I say. I'm scrolling through my twitter feed and all I see is repost after repost of Benji's video.
Benji: What "oh no"?
Me: Umm, remember Tony?
Benji: Yeah?
Me: Well, Benhameen...
Benji: Oh, shit.
Me: Come over and stay with me tonight.
Benji: Ok, I'll be there in like half an hour.
He hangs up the FaceTime call and I sit back on my bed, my mouth wide open at what just happened.

BENJI'S POV (45 mins later)

I walk up the steps of his apartment building, sniffling, to his room on the second floor. I have a copy of his key. What will I do? I don't wanna freak out. Arriving at his door, I knock in a rhythmic pattern, so he knows it's me. Then, I put the key in the lock, turn it, and open the door. Jorge greets me with a warm hug, almost toppling me over. He lets go, but only after a long kiss. My tears run down into both our mouths, my nose runny. It's not a pretty sight. JeyJey takes my hand and pulls me into his apartment shutting the door. I walk to his room, taking off my winter coat and placing it on a chair, and sit on his bed. Everything is just too much. I can't hold it in.
As Jorge picks up my jacket to hang it up, my face falls into my hands. I'm breaking down. My hands are wet with tears and my throat hurts from holding the tears in so long. JeyJey immediately drops my jacket and sits down on the bed next to me, letting me place my head on his shoulder. "Don't cry," he whispers in my ear, "It'll be okay, Benhameen."
It feels nice to have him here. I love him and he loves me. That's all that matters.
"I *sniff* don't know w-what I'm gonna d-do." I say, my voice quivering and nasal.
"You don't have to right now." Jorge replies, "Right now you're here," I nod as he says this. "And you need to talk to me about what you are feeling." I nod again.

"O-ok"