fortydust // j. // brockhampton

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"So this is the studio." Kevin gestured, leading Fortydust into a big room with large windows. There were connected wooden desks with different types of equipment sprawled across them. Harley marveled at the different guitars on the wall and the small drum set in the corner. Even though hers was clearly better. And way bigger.

"Wow." Millie said, looking around at the naturally lit room. They had all decided to meet a day later to start working together. They didn't have any specific time limit, but Chris and Kelly had recommended to release it before their newest album, Loverboy, was out. "I want to all talk in the meeting room first before we get started," Kevin said but hesitantly added, "If that's okay with you five." "Generous today?" Harley teased and Kevin's jaw ticked. "Yes." And then he spun around, leading them downstairs to the basement.

As soon as Kevin opened the door, Harley's eyes snagged on Joba who was sitting on a large, beige couch. He looked calm as he spoke to Kiko with a big smile on his face. Harley tried to push away the thought that she wanted his attention on her. "Fortydust is here." Kevin announced and everyone looked at them.

"Hey guys, welcome back." Rob waved and they all waved back. "I hope you didn't miss us." Genesis smirked, helping herself to a seat on the couch before they'd even offered. "You guys can sit down too." Joba said and Harley's head whipped over to him. His eyes were on her as he smiled softly, making her remember why she was constantly thinking about him.

They all sat down on the matching beige couch across from Brockhampton and Joba's eyes were still on her. "So what are we talking about?" Harley quirked an eyebrow at Kevin and he stood up, ready to address both groups. "I think we should just go over the basics. Who does what, and then figure out a theme or certain vibe to this song."

Then they went around the room, explaining their roles and Kevin sighed. "That's a lot of people." "11 musicians. 5 producers." "But I don't need to produce if it's too much." Genesis said, filing her nails. Harley rolled her eyes with a small smirk. Of course she'd brought a nail filer.

"And we'll just cut stuff out. Not everyone has to be on it. We can make this work." Matt assured. "I mean, that would kinda suck if certain people were left out," Joba said, "What if we did two songs?" "Wait," Harley leaned in, "That's a good idea." "We can do two totally different vibes too." "Ok yeah," Kevin looked slightly more confident, "So what genres are we looking at?" "Well we kinda do punk." Harley said casually and HK nodded. "Yeah we've heard some of your stuff. It's a really cool mix of everything." "Really?" Harley's eyes went wide with surprise and curiosity. "Yeah, November's one of my favorites." HK said and Harley smiled. That was one of their most punk songs. "So do we wanna do an alternative song and then it switches to something super hip hop?" Trinity suggested and they all "oood," seeming intrigued. "That's actually a sick idea." Romil said. "Tons of guitar, drums, and maybe a little screaming." "Screaming?" Kevin looked at Harley. "Yeah but not what you're thinking," She smirked, "It'll be good, trust me."

Yeah, she was asking Kevin to trust her. Who knew? "Okay how about the second song?" "We really like Bleach and Sugar," Millie smiled lightly, "What if we do something like that?" "Those are two of our most popular songs. You guys are looking for a hit, huh?" Kevin laughed and Harley grinned. "Believe me, with us in it, it'll already be a hit."

Around a half hour later, Harley got up. "Is it alright if I go get a water?" Joba looked up at her. "Do you remember where the kitchen was?" She definitely, really, truly needed some help. Her memory was just so bad. "Uh, could you just show me again?" "Yeah sure." Joba said eagerly getting off the couch.

Everyone stared at them as they casually walked out of the garage, not saying another word. "So." Joba breathed out, catching up beside her. "So," Harley licked her lips, "I-uh you excited for today?" "Obviously." He smiled lightly, eyes trailing up and down her body. Harley was dressed in a Christian Dior, white cropped shirt with low rise jeans and V string underwear that ran diagonally across her hip bones.

She smiled slightly when she noticed his eyes snag on her underwear and then eyed him as they walked out of the hallway and into the kitchen. Joba had on a purple and green striped shirt along with his classic thin, gold chain and dark, baggy jeans. "You look nice today." He swallowed as soon as she pulled out a water from the fridge. Rolling the cold bottle in one hand she smiled over at him. "Thanks. You do too."

They were quiet again until she spoke. "Okay what are we doing?" "What?" His eyes went wide. "All of a sudden we're just quiet and polite with each other," Harley leaned against the counter with an eyebrow quirked, "I haven't forgotten about the other day, Joba." "I haven't either," He blinked, "I-I just don't even know what to say to you. I'm not exactly...forward." "You can be at times." She tilted her head, studying him, but he shook his head. "I was expecting you to speak up, that's all." "And what did you want me to say?" She laughed lightly and he blushed. "I-I don't know. I just didn't know if you enjoyed yourself...or if it was bad," He winced, "God this is coming out wrong."

Harley liked the small blush that tinged his cheeks and she felt the sudden urge to brush her fingers across them. She wanted him, actually. Thinking, she opened up her water, looking him right in the eyes. Joba waited for an answer as she took a small sip and then stepped closer so that their bodies were practically touching. All she had to do was ask. While she was slightly nervous for the consequences if he denied her proposition, she also had a strong feeling that whatever was going on between them would happen.

"So Joba," She took another long sip, "Clearly we're physically attracted to each other." "We are?" He stuttered, "I mean, you are?" Harley smirked, leaning in close so that her lips practically touched his ear. "Joba, I was the one who asked you to fuck me in our managers' office. Of course I'm attracted to you." "Then what are you getting at?" He asked gruffly and she smiled. "I might be taking a big risk here." "I wanna hear you out first." He eyed her, his eyes glimmering with eagerness. "So let's say you enjoyed the other day as much as I did-" She started and he nodded. "I did." "And you want it to happen again?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah." He said quietly, eyes moving to her glossy lips. "Then I'm gonna make a little proposition for you." She reached for his chain, twisting it around her pointer finger. He watched the motion, his hand going to her bare hip as Joba responded, "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking," She smiled softly, "That we should meet up on certain days." "To do what?" He asked, running a thumb across her hip bone. Joba definitely knew what they were gonna do but he wanted to hear her say it. "So we could fuck, Joba." Joba sucked in a breath, hand tightening around her waist as he nodded slowly. "Yeah." "That was quick." Joba bit his lip in silent hesitation before he leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. "I know you want this just as much as me." Harley gasped in surprise, feeling her cheeks heat slightly. She'd never reacted to any other person like this before. Not even Cat.

"I do," She said quietly, "Which is why I think we should meet up as soon as possible." Joba was quiet for a second, blue eyes piercing into hers as their faces were two inches apart. "Why not tomorrow?" "Tomorrow is perfect," Even better than that actually, she thought, "Whose place?" "I still have my apartment from when we were all out living on our own." Joba said, not hesitating. "Then that's perfect." She said without taking her eyes off his lips. "We aren't telling anyone right?" Harley's eyes shot up from his mouth, looking him right in the eyes. "No," She shook her head, "No, I don't think that'd be a good idea." "Ok good. Neither do I."

Harley let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "So can I get your number?" She pulled out her phone from her jean pocket and he quickly typed his own in. After she did the same, he nodded. "I'll text you the address." "I'll be waiting," She smirked before backing away from him, "Come on, we have to get back to work." 

A/N- sorry for not updating in a few days lol, we back tho! jarleyjarleyjarley