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daniel brought corbyn into his room, and sat on a chair at his desk.

"you can sit on the bed."

corbyn sat on his bed and it was the comfiest thing ever.

"wow, how did you get this bed to be so comfortable?"

"my dad." he acted disgusted and rolled his eyes.

"do you not like your dad?"

"he's an ass. you're lucky, i bet your dad is awesome compared to mine."

corbyn was dreading this topic.

"my dad, he passed away. he was a soldier in the war, got shot on the battlefield." corbyn felt a tear slip down his face.

"corbs, i'm so sorry." daniel went and sat beside corbyn, and wiped the tear.

without realizing they both started leaning in.

and that's when it happened.

corbyn kissed a boy for the first time.

and let me tell you, it was good.

daniel pulled away a second later.

"i-i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that."

"no don't be, it was good."

corbyn mentally facepalmed himself for sounding so desperate.

"it's not that corbyn."

"then what is it?"

"haven't you seen in the hallways?"

"i know you don't love jonah. i could tell in your body language. you're like a robot every time with him, stuck on repeat. sticking to some sort of routine. doing the same thing on instinct. not out of love."

"did i do that with you?"

"that's something you'll have to figure out yourself."

"wanna know a secret?"

"okay, what?"

"you look really good in my jacket."

"no, i don't."

"stop lying! corbyn i swear i'll tickle you."

"i'm only telling the truth."

if corbyn didn't want to admit that he looked like a literal angel, daniel was just going to have to tickle him to death.

daniel jumped on corbyn and pushed him back on his bed.

he started tickling him all over trying to find that one really ticklish place.

after a while he found it.

his feet.

so, what did daniel do?

he attacks his feet with tickles.

"d-daniel s-stop." he said out of breath with giggles.

"i won't until you admit that you look good in my jacket and anything you wear."

"o-okay now p-please stop."

"c'mon, let's get you home."

"wait." he whispered before daniel got off of him, and with that he wrapped his arms around daniel's neck and kissed him. it was really good too, this kid knows what he's doing, that's for sure.

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