Oui ⭐ tracob au

quatre - jerk

"Merde, Qui es-tu? (What are you doing here?) , " Troye cursed slowly before proceeding to ask the boy in his room, naked and sleeping with another boy the question.

"What the fuck did you just say and why are you here?" the guy with dark hair said, rolling his eyes as he slowly smoked a cigarette and then got his pants and boxers off the floor before wearing them again and eyeing Troye who looked completely horrified at the sight. Innocent little soul.

"Why you my room in?" Troye asked in his broken english as he hyperventilated.

"Dude, don't you even know English? And also this is my room," The dark haired guy asked, scoffing as he finished wearing his pants and proceeded to wear his grey coloured socks.

"I is french," Troye said, frowning. The guy must have said that, not even thinking about it but Troye really felt bad about it.

"Oh, so you are the french guy?" the guy asked, smirking.

The boy next to the dark haired guy was still asleep, a thin bedsheet covering his bare genitals and legs.

"Oui," Troye said, softly as usual.

"Well, you are at the wrong room, guy. Your room is on the other side of the floor, the left turn," the dark haired guy said, getting up from the bed and stretching his arms, shirtless as Troye could literally see how tall the guy was.

"Oui, pardon," Troye said before exitting the room, only understanding the terms that he was at the wrong room and assuming that apparently this room belonged to the guy in front of him.

"Hey, boy with blue eyes, got a nice ass there, huh?" the guy chuckled softly as he saw the confused look on Troye's face.

"Oui?" Troye asked, frowning because he mistook the guy's chuckle for as if he was laughing at him and that somehow made him more hurt.

"Such an innocent soul," the guy said, smiling at Troye before his smile turned into a stern expression, his eyes dead serious as he said,

"Go now," ,rolling his eyes before slamming the door shut in front of Troye's face and Troye really found it rude. Like if he were in the guy's position, then he would have actually been more kind and generous and just sweet. But this guy was kinda a jerk and Troye just did not like him already.

He did like the three other guys he had met before and they actually seemed genuine and helping.

Troye somehow, finally found his room, discovering that he had also developed an headache and he needed some medicine.

He set his trolley and side bag down on the bed which had soft, white sheets and fluffy pillows.

And then he searched for his headache pills but to his dismay, he could even find any. He cursed again, blaming himself for his stupidity and carelessness even though his mother had reminded him at least five times to take the meds properly in his bag.

His headache was growing so he decided to take a shower before going to get some meds from the other guys in the house.

After he was done with the shower, he decided to call up his mom and tell her that he had already landed and was safely at the house but due to the stupid time zones, his mother was not picking up the phone so he just left a voicemail in french instead, asking her whether every one was also alright at home or not. He also said that he missed Jagga a lot.

And after this was done and his head felt like a piece of glass was piercing him, he finally went downstairs in search of the boys.

He went to the kitchen at first, hoping to find Dan or Phil or even the pretty guy called Mitch but as luck had it, when he went to the kitchen, he found no one else but the rude, dark haired, tall guy, drinking water from the fridge.

"Um," Troye cleared his throat again, as if to try and get the other guy's attention.

The dark haired guy turn around, still shirtless and raised an eyebrow at Troye before narrowing his eyes at him and saying, "You? Again? What are you doing here now? Are you like stalking me or something like that?"

Troye, oblivious to what the dark haired guy had just said, nodded his head timidly and answered with a small "Oui."

And at this the dark haired guy just facepalmed and sighed in annoyance.

"You did not understand a thing did you?" the guy asked again and Troye was actually completely lost by now.

"I not know," Troye said as he found the guy quite intimidating to be honest and somehow he was already so scary.

The guy got his phone out, using his google translate to translate what he wants to say to Troye in english to French before saying up in the most improper accent and pronunciation ever.

"Que faites-vous ici à une telle heure? (What are you here for at such an hour?) "

Troye took at least thirty seconds to figure out what the guy had just said before he pointed his index finger on his temple and said slowly, "Head, hurting."

"Headache?" the guy asked.

"Oui," Troye said.

The guy sighed again, not showing any bit of emotion on his face as he got a bottle of medicine out from one of the kitchen cabinets and threw it to Troye who missed it terribly, being clumsy as fuck and got the bottle of medicines from the floor, awkwardly smiling as he held up the bottle of pills in his hand.

"Ici vous allez, prendre deux pilules et aller dormir (Here you go, take two pills and go to sleep) ," The guy said, using the translator again as Troye simply nodded his head at whatever the guy had said.

"Thank you..." Troye trailed off, not knowing the name of the guy.

"Jacob. Jacob Bixenman," the guy said, giving a barely there smile.

"Thank you, Jacob," Troye said and before Jacob could say any hurting or insulting, offensive words to him, he scurried out of the room.

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