ｃｈｉｌｌ - Boyf Riends One Shots

ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴘʜᴏɴᴇs || I Wouldn't Leave You

Okay- wHO ASKED FOR COMFORT FICS? WHO ORDERED THE FLAMING ANGST? WHO DID IT? YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! WELL I HOPE YOURE HAPPY CAUSE YOURE GETTING IT

This song isn't exactly related to this chapter but it inspired the title and the song is just adorable.

ALSO I did not do research for this chapter so I have no idea if this is an accurate representation of PTSD. I'm basing it off my own experience with nightmares caused by trauma.
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Micheal x Rich

Micheal lives life without fear. He doesn't think of bad consequences of his way of life. Need proof?

He picks up the phone without seeing who's calling him. They could be his best friend or a telemarketer- he doesn't know. But he answers the phone anyways.

This is one of those times.

"You've reached Micheal Mell" he says
casually into the phone, making noodles
on his stove.

"Hey Mike it's me" Jake says, knowing well that if he doesn't introduce himself Micheal will have no idea who it is.

"Jakey D what's up man?" He stirs his
noodles like he owns an ASMR channel.

"So I'm going out of town, and I was
wondering if you could stay with Rich"

Micheal packs a bag at rapid fire speed. Toothpaste, socks and pyjama bottoms are shoved into a ziplock bag because Micheal doesn't own a backpack anymore.

"He's been doing really well over the last few months and I usually wouldn't have a problem leaving him, but . . . uh . . . I'm sure you know what anniversary is coming up"

The 7pm air is weirdly warm. Micheal pushes through the humid weather to his red PT cruiser. He doesn't even take the time to stick on his playlist; he just drives.

"The Squipcident at my house was today three years ago. Rich's nightmares get really bad around this time and I hate leaving him alone but I can't miss this trip"

He takes a road he has drove a million times before. It's second nature at this point.

"And as his boyfriend, I was wondering if you could stay with him tonight. Just distract him with movies and video games. Don't mention what happened unless he wants to talk about it."

Micheal pulls up to an apartment complex in the slightly nicer part of town. He grabs his zip lock bag and car keys.

"And, as far as the nightmares go, just comfort him. There isn't really a trick to it. You guys are gonna be fine just . . . look after Richie"

He doesn't need to press the buzzer next to the door; he knows where a spare key is hidden under a pot. One quick elevator ride later and his knocking on a familiar apartment door.

The door opens nearly immediately to a nervous Jake.
"Hey man, thanks for coming over"

"Dude it's no problem. I'm just staying over at my boyfriends place" Micheal smiles.

Jake nods, letting Micheal step inside.
"Rich! Micheal's here!" Jake calls into the apartment.

"Yum send him in!" Rich yells back in a British accent for some reason.