WHATSAPP • viktuuri ✔️

• 107 •

// tfw you've become emotionally attached to what started out as a crack ship //

"i can't believe you're in my fucking room."

georgi was looking at his beat up converse, feet on the headboard and trailing grubby laces. he sighed a little, and pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands.

he wasn't really sure what he could say to jj, after picking him up the side of the road looking like the definition of a hot mess.

hot.
what.

"you, of all people, in my room."

he scoffed, but tried not to sound as scathing as usual. jj was sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the bed, and from where georgi was lying he could make out the edge of the bruise flowering one eye.

it made him feel kind of mad.

"i like it."

georgi turned his head to the side, hair falling in his eyes, still pulling at his sweater sleeves and trying to think of what to say.

"like what?" he asked. jj sighed, and leant his head back on the bed, so that he was looking at georgi upside down.

"your room," he said. "i like it."

georgi scoffed again, majorly to hide the blush he could feel growing on his neck, and bit his lip hard as he shrugged.

"it's hardly that interesting," he replied, rolling his eyes. jj shrugged, and went back to staring at the ceiling, head on georgi's bed.

jj fucking leroy is in my bedroom.

"doesn't matter," he said, with a slight smile, and sighed again. "i like it."

lying on his back, continued lazily kicking the bedhead like a bored teen, when really he was just wondering what the fuck he could say.

jj; are you going to make it all go away?

he turned his head from his dirtied black converses, and tried to get as good a look at jj leroy as he could. georgi had that song by the neighbourhood stuck in his head - sweater weather, because chris had been blasting it all free period - and it sort of...fit...with looking jj leroy as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling.

"...cos it's too cold..."

"you staring at me?"

"...so let me hold both your hands in the hiles of my sweater..."

he heard the laugh in jj's voice, and blushed as red as phichit's knee socks as he ripped his gaze away.

"no. fuck off."

"...touch my neck and i'll touch yours..."

jj was laughing, and although georgi was trying not to look at him (because he was so fucking irritating), he noticed once again that thing he did whenever he laughed.

sort of biting his bottom lip.

cute.

"...one love, two mouths..."

fuck.

"quit laughing, asshat."

"asshat," jj laughed, hiding his face in his hands. "are you fucking kidding?"

"no i am not. stop laughing."

"but i wanna annoy you."

"ugh."