Joji One Shots

Simps in the Snow (Part 2)

Requested by thetwinkinpink
Word count (Part 2): 2326 words

I wish I could say that we did talk, but we didn't. He was distant for a week. No calls or texts, I was getting worried. Then I started to text and call, and he didn't pick up. I needed to know that he was ok.

One afternoon I just got fed up with the silent treatment, and I decided to find out what was going on. It was snowing out but it's been too long since the last time that we spoke and the situation is becoming urgent. An uber picked me up from my home and drove me to Joji's apartment building. I thank the driver and head inside.

When I get to his apartment I knock on his door, not expecting him to answer. I'm prepared to break down the door if I have to. It's been 2 minutes, no response, the door isn't open. I honestly can't even hear what's going on inside besides the boom bap blasting over everything. Shaking my head, I'm about to psych myself up to bash the door in, but something tells me to try the door first, just in case. My hand turns the knob and, to my surprise, it's unlocked.

When I step in, I find Joji drunkenly singing along to lyrics on the floor, a bottle of half-drunken Jack Daniel's in his hand. There's a puddle of vomit not too far from him. Gross.

Kneeling next to him, on the vomit-free side, I lift up his torso to rest on my lap.

"Pffff, no, leave me. I'm still processing!" His words are slurred to oblivion, I can barely understand him.

"Have you been drunk all we-

"Aaaaaaall week! Nothing but Jack and Daniel dunked in my face, I am living life!" He leans up so that his head hangs from my lap, puking a projectile on the other side.

"Oh my god, you're a mess."

"Yes, so leave, leave me to do... mess." He snorts, "oufff some of it got in my nose."

"Holy fuck dude, I need to get you cleaned up."

I pick him up and lead him to his bathroom, careful not to step in any of his... puddles of misfortune... I attempt to stand him up.

"Please tell me you can stand on your own." I plead.

He tries to do so, and seems ok, but he's also grabbing hold of the sink for support.

"Can you shower by yourself?"

"Hmhmm...  mebbeeee~" He smirks at me, "Why, you gonna shower with me if I can't?"

"Dude, no." I growl in frustration, "Just... take off your clothes and shower, I'll get you some fresh clothes."

I close the door and do exactly that. Once I'm in Joji's room, I rummage through his dresser to try and find some clean PJ's for him to wear. To my luck, there's not much to work with. Did I say luck? Nah. He's been drunk all week, I wouldn't have expected him to have much clean laundry. I found a clean pair of sweatpants, so I grab that and rummage in his closet for a t-shirt, which I find and toss onto his bed.

By now he's not in the shower yet, so I take the time to grab a bucket and mop and clean up all the vomit on his floor. I do a damn good job too, by the time I'm done all the floors of his apartment are sparkling. Maybe I should clean his room and do his laundry too, this place is terrible even when he's sober.

Once I hear the shower head turn on, I grab the clean outfit I found him, pop into the bathroom, and replace the dirty clothes with the clean ones. Then I throw his dirty clothes into his pile of laundry that needs to be done. I decide to make his bed and throw his laundry into the washing machine. After that, I wash his dishes and check the washer. The clothes aren't done yet so I throw out the trash and then return to throw the load in the dryer.