#OR WHATEVER. maybe they sleep in the same bed because theyre in a boy band? You choose

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

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[lordseochangbin]

sunshine- han jisung

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even in a noisy city, do whatever you want, sit in the sunshine and close your eyes, look at me for a second

a/n: hi guys!! this is fluff <33 levanter came out :O what’s your fav song on the album? mine is sunshine hehe but they’re all bops !!

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ever since their concert had ended, jisung along chan and changbin have been working inside of the la studio. it was their second day and they realized their hotel room was a waste considering the three of them were practically living in the small space.

“come on jisung, changbin! lets just go to the room we can’t stay here the whole week” Chan suggested, nudging jisungs shoulder

changbin got up, his expression exhausted and his eye bags dropping low. “yeah i think it’s time we get a little rest, the couch isn’t that comfortable”

“ok we’re both going, how about you jisung?” the hyung asked his younger.

jisung looked up from his little notebook filled with scribbles and words for future songs. “nahh ima finish this one song, a little worried about how the music will play out” jisung replied, rubbing his sleepy eyes. after a little protesting, chan allowed jisung to stay the night alone- only under a cared for supervision however.

there you were, walking down the lobby with three folders and an empty stomach. you weren’t able to leave because of the crowd outside and it was tiring trying to push them out of the way to get inside your own workplace.

you knew there were these boys from some kpop band recording, but you didn’t realize how good looking they were until you saw two of them walking towards you, their eyes glowing as they saw your name tag.

“hey..” the blonde boy said, “y/n? one of my mates upstairs, his names jisung, he’s gonna pull an all nighter here again. do you think someone can stay with him?”

your eyes furrowed in confusion, what kind of guy would stay up to work on songs? none of the company’s original artists have done this before.

“hmm, no one usually stays this late” you watched as the elder looked at the other boy with jet black hair, both of them looking exhausted from the rough nights.

“is it okay if i stay?” you offered, a smile forming on both the boys faces as they nodded in agreement. “that would be awesome!! by the way, im chan and this is changbin. the boy upstairs is jisung” the boy introduced. 

a few seconds passed before chan could eagerly take out his wallet and hand a hundred dollar bill.

“here, take this in case he gets hungry!! it’s for you two” the boy smiled before leaving you in awe at who could be waiting upstairs.

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you remained downstairs until the last person left, noticing that the elevators never budged and there was no sign of anyone in the building. it was only after awhile that you realized jisung was still here. curious of what kind of guy he would he’d be to work so late, you made your way to the elevator and minutes later at the front of their studio door.

*knock knock* “anyone in there?”

you heard the immediate bass of music stop inside the room before the door knob could click open. the boy took his swivel chair and returned back to his place in front of the mixing table. “you’re jisung right? your friends-”

“my friends asked you to watch me huh?” he turned his chair to face you, “no need, I am perfectly fine, y/n” he winked before you could hear a small grumble from what seemed to be jisung.

his face was priceless, his cheeks turning pink as he covered his jummy (j+tummy) with his hands in embarrassment.

“are you sure about that?” you said, a laugh quickly escaping your lips.

“okay, okay. in my defense i haven’t eaten anything since yesterday night”

“yesterday night? are you crazy? let’s order something to eat”

jisung turned his chair back to his laptop, “no worries y/n, I’ve got this”

you walked up to jisung, nudging his shoulder. “please” you pouted with a baby-like tone. “i’m really hungry, like im starving.”

after a few trials of begging, jisung finally complied making you two argue over a restaurant.

“come on! chinese or japanese jisung make up your mind!”

“but both of these looks so good” he was staring into the picture reviews of each restaurant with squirrel-like eyes in amazement.

“i swear to god…”

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you went downstairs to grab the food, stuffing the noodles into your face in seconds. both you and jisung were starving and you couldn’t help but notice the way he stuffed his food in his cheeks. it was adorable, almost as if you could hear *nom nom* coming from his mouth in a pretty baby voice. it made your blood rush to your cheeks now painted rose red from all the blushing.

jisung quickly finished his dinner, turning back to the laptop as he brushed his hair through his fingers. “ok back to work!” he exclaimed.

“are you kidding me?” you said, now standing in between him and his desk. “youve been working for three days, can’t you just rest?” you protested

“y/n...” he whispered, taking your hand in his in a sarcastic matter. you weren’t caring for jisung, if anyone was in this situation you tell them they’re crazy. sleeping is much needed in your opinion. “im actually fine. chan hyung can do it, i can to”

“that’s great!” you exclaimed sarcastically, “but you’re in Los Angeles, LA for pete’s sake! isnt there anything you wanna do here?! youve been in this room since you finished your concert or whatever you’re here for” jisung looked at you with a sense of gratefulness in his eyes.

it was as if he’d never met someone so caring, someone that could read his inner thoughts. it was 5am, way past bed time and you had stayed here for him. eating dinner as late as you possibly could and napping on the uncomfortable couch with blankets that you brought with you.

“im sorry y/n” he shook his head in disappointment, “we just need one more song for our upcoming album and there’s so much going on in my head that i can’t even process it”

“maybe you just need a break.” you suggested, “you’re seriously suffering from tmt (too many thoughts aka an skz song for those who don’t know lmfao)”

“tnt?” he replied back as if he misheard, “yeah i must be seriously mindblown” jisung leaning back against his chair to hold himself back from laughing so hard

“are you serious? that was funny to you?” you replied, chuckling on your own as the boy failed to stop his laughter.

“im sorry im sorry i couldn’t help it. and to answer yes, theyre are some things i want to do in la”

you felt a sudden cling to heart. even knowing jisung for a few hours he already seemed to mean something to you and you’d do anything he asked.

“like...” you eyebrows rose in curiousity

“the sunrise. i really wanna see the sunrise”

“really?!” you jumped in excitement, running over to grab your blankets. “it’s 6:15 let’s go!! it’s close to time”

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when jisung remained in his seat you grabbed his hand, dragging him to the company buildings rooftop. his hand still in yours, you laid out the blankets on the floor as he sat down next to you. “sorry, i only have one” you apologized as jisung shivered from the cold. you sat closer to him, wrapping the blanket around you two as you slowly put his hoodie on.

your heart beat ran as fast as a rocket, speeding as jisung rested his head on his shoulder. for the remaining minutes before the sun rose the two of you settled on some random discussion about music, realizing you two had the same taste.

“look, the suns rising” you whispered into jisungs ear.

jisung’s eyes could only glow in amazement. the sunrise was beautiful, just like the girl next to him he thought.

and the unfamiliar place jisung felt he didn’t belong in started to feel like home. even at night when all you could hear was the la traffic, all you could see was the hollywood sign, and all you could feel was the chilled wind- he found a home in you. his thoughts flew out the window like a paper airplane, in exchange they let in the bright warmth feeling of love in itself. when it was dark out, you were here for jisung, staring right into his eyes as he cleared his mind. you were the reason why his pupils didn’t dilate in the dark, the reason why he stayed warm in the cold, the reason why he grew during all the seasons— you were, his sunshine.

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bitches be writing soft imagines for jisung before finals week. that’s me. im bitches. i really am growing a soft spot for jisung. ty for writing a song i could relate to so much.

[votingdog]

i wanted to do a thing

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? i would, yeah 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? i have, like three of them lmao? 3. Have you taken someones virginity? i have not 4. Is trust a big issue for you? definitely  5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? i did!! it was really nice aaa 6. What are you excited for? hanging out with my friends? always? im lonely 7. What happened tonight? nothing really? ive been on tumblr mostly 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? nah bitch me too just pls be careful 9. Is confidence cute? so cute!! but so is being shy?? everything is cute everyone is cute love me 10. What is the last beverage you had? tea 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? three, id say 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? all my jeans are skinny jeans 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? saturdays are for the boys 14. What are you going to spend money on next? probably a charger tbh 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? am not. relationships are scary and i need to figure shit out before i can be in another one 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? it wouldnt surprise me  17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? noah and xavier 18. The last time you felt broken? eeeeeeeeeeeee  19. Have you had sex today? nope 20. Are you starting to realize anything? im cute and worthy of love okay 21. Are you in a good mood? yeah i mean? yeah. weirdly. 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? maybe 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? what dad lmao 24. What do you want right this second? cuddles 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? “were they cute? tell me about itt” im very poly y’all 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? yee 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? probably not, then again it isnt hard to make me laugh 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? honestly probably noah being a goof 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? y e s 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? not everyone, but most people do 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? absolutely not!! i love him sm  32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? i express it like,,,,,all the time so i really hope so? 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? i only drink the clear ones? like sprite and ginger ale are my shit. everything is is,,,not 34. Listening to? jezebel by iron & wine 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? not usually. i mostly use pen bc i clearly never make mistakes 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? i mean, im 99% sure he’s at his house but idk he could be in a graveyard for all i know 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? nah. curiosity and crushing(ish) at first sight, yes, but love takes a bit 38. Who did you last call? xavier. i usually do to sleep 39. Who was the last person you danced with? my ex. we didnt get to go to prom together and he was sad he didnt get to dance with me, so we danced in my bedroom  40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? because he’s a huge cutie!!! 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? i dont remember?? pls give me a cupcake?? 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? noo. i dont see my mom much rip 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? always??? i embarrass myself in front of everyone?? 44. Do you tan in the nude? i dont tan? not purposely at least. i just go outside sometimes and i guess i tan easily bc my tan line is r e a l 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? of course nott i wanna kiss him like all the time 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? maybe? i dont remember. i usually do tho 47. Who was the last person to call you? xavier 48. Do you sing in the shower? if no one’s around 49. Do you dance in the car? ive done the macarena in the car 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? yee 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? school pictures? other than that when i was like real little bc my family was that suburban white family who got them every year (at walmart) 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? duh but i love them so much 53. Is Christmas stressful? y e s 54. Ever eat a pierogi? pardon? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? i? uh? apple? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? oh jeez that’s a heavy question. sky diver, wizard, vet, and a teacher 57. Do you believe in ghosts? yes theyre real and one sucked my dick behind an arby’s 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? a lot actually 59. Take a vitamin daily? my unhealthy ass? i laugh 60. Wear slippers? no, usually jsut socks 61. Wear a bath robe? no, im usually just in a towel after the shower for like 20 minutes while i dissociate 62. What do you wear to bed? t-shirt and underwear unless im alone and then just underwear 63. First concert? black veil brides, falling in reverse, and set it off 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? targett 65. Nike or Adidas? shrugs. i wear off brand vans every day 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? cheetos! 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? peanuts 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? mary’s song, dear john, and december. i unironically love her old stuff 69. Ever take dance lessons? i did ballet and tap c: 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? shrugs. whatever they wanna do i support 71. Can you curl your tongue? yee 72. Ever won a spelling bee? i got fifth place one year and third another 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? last night 74. What is your favorite book? the trylle series 75. Do you study better with or without music? with 76. Regularly burn incense? ive never done it on my own accord actually 77. Ever been in love? oh have i 78. Who would you like to see in concert? um? iron & wine? idk im listening to him now and i lov 79. What was the last concert you saw? ,,,,,,,,,,refer to number 63 80. Hot tea or cold tea? cold! 81. Tea or coffee? teaa 82. Favorite type of cookie? peanut butter ^^ 83. Can you swim well? i mean, i guess? i dont much idk 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? yee 85. Are you patient? mostly, unless im like breaking down and/or splitting. then i freak 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? shrugs 87. Ever won a contest? i dont believe? i got second in one once for a collage i made of photographs when i was in kindergarten  88. Ever have plastic surgery? nah 89. Which are better black or green olives? green!! 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? i personally dont care. it’s important to some people and not to others. just respect each other yo 91. Best room for a fireplace? anywhere im around. i lov 92. Do you want to get married? aaaaaaa gotta find someone who would actually marry me first bitch wtf 

[dreambot]

100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

Tagged by @batsysims thank u love

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? OK SO listen my closets in the bathroom and at my old house i had a small room so my desk was in the closet sO

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? I ususally cant use them but yeah i take them anyways lmfao

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? out ig

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? not yet

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? I used the online ones for a while

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? No but i take them from those dispenser thingies in the market

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? bear maybe i can TALK SOME SENSE INTO EM

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? Yes i used to hate them now theyre ok lmao

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? I hate taking photos 

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? idk everything pisses me off tbh

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? If im walking rlly far ill start 2

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? no

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? I dont do that

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? nah

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yea but usually without noticing 

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? wouldnt u like 2 kno

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? Queen?? i think or king. idk. 

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Ive been diggin phantogram lately so probably “Black out Days” or “Same Old Blues” 

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah wear whatever

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? me and my bf watch stuff sometimes, like adventure time and a few other chill ones

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? SAW FUCKING SUCKED I WAS SO DISAPPOINTED AND YEA I KNOW IM LATE 2 THE PARTY

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? I have no idea

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? Lemonade/cerveza/ anything but water

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? I’m a vegetarian 

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? idk I drink a lot of coffee tho i know that dsnt count

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? Scott pilgrim or heathers

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? mi cat  ❤

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? no

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? If I was single

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? Oh gosh, probably never lmao

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? No im useless

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? not yet

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? no but ive come very close

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? just plain pb is fine 2bh i dnt get to eat fancy things

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? i love eggs and bagels eee

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? It changes ALL the time. Today I went to sleep at 6am

37. ARE YOU LAZY? Yeah i guess so i worked out fr a little while

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? It was always basic bitch things like cats and witches

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? Dragon

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? English fluently but I was learning Spanish and Russian

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? used to have gameinformers

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? legosss

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? yes lmao

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? I dont watch either

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? nope

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Yeah like rlly scared 

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? yeah most of the time 

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nope

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? nada

50. EVER USED A GUN? No, but I wanted to go shooting. Due to certain circumstances I wasnt allowed by law to use a gun for some years

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? uhm do those school ones count

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? some of them r good, others r a little too much. Wicked was good, the one with green day and heathers is probably good but i nede 2 watch it

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? Yeah I hate buying ppl stuff

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? Noooooooooo 

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? IDK most of them i love pie

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? I wanted to be an artist than an animator for a long time but now im older i woudl like to be a forensic pathologist but an attainable goal would most like be a barista/pet groomer

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? no srry

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? yes i had it at the sme time as someone else it was freaky

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

I used to but i gave up

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

no i wear socks all the time

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? no

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? whatever i wore that day lmao

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? Marilyn Manson/ Smashing Pumpkins

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? Ive never been to a kmart i dont know where a walmart is but i luv target lmao

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? IDK whichever one is more ~aesthetic

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? i like hot cheetos

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? sunflower seeds

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims and @batsysims response to keep the dream alive

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? Yes i was in dance lessons for a few years and performed a lot

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? whatever he wants 2 do lmao

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? no

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? I thought they were fake honestly

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? no but i rlly want 2

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? i plan on buying one soon

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no I cant be arounf scents/ fragrance rip

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? im in love right now  ❤

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? The front bottoms r my everything

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? only been to one so marilyn manson/smashing pumpkins

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee I LIVE OFF COFFEE

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? sugar cookies ive never had snickerdoodles

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can swim OK

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yes

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? depends

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? band but i dont rlly care tbh i dnt like weddings

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? a few times and i cant remember any of them lmfao

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? not yet, maybe one day 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? black

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet rip

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? living room?

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? Yes im in love w my boyf  ❤

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? negative none

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? I didnt rlly have crushes 

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? kinda

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? god no

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? no no no

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? blue

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? i dnt miss anyone rn i can talk to the ppl i care abt atm

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT?

any1 who wants to do this 

[ylla]

Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 2

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: au where theyre famous, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy) Rating: M (eventually there will be sex, so that rating will keep climbing)

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haha! i’m dying! (actually i’m starting to feel better) but at least i have these dorks to carry me on through this trying time.

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The second time they meet, it’s at some hoity-toity Hollywood party a few weeks later. Josuke had been invited with no intention on going, but when Koichi not-so-subtly dropped hints that the members of Arrowhead would be there, Josuke personally called the party planner and let them know that he had changed his mind and would DEFINITELY be attending. And since the party in question was at famed producer Bruno Bucciarati's house, Josuke knew it was bound to be mostly chill. Which was good, because the last thing he needed was to make drunken fool of himself. Josuke was in the middle of the monumental task of getting ready when his phone rang. "Hey mom," he answered in greeting, "I gotcha on speaker phone" Tomoko Higashikata came in loud and clear, "Hi honey, what are you doing tonight?" His hair was taking a lot of concentration, "Oh you know, got some party Koichi conned me into going to. I'm in the middle of getting ready." Tomoko tsked, "It won't hurt you to go out, you're in that house by yourself too much." She wasn't wrong. When Tomoko first returned to New York City, Josuke partied for a couple of years like the world was ending, but eventually he got bored of that, and became more or less a homebody (or hermit, as she put it). He guessed turning 24 did that to you. "Yeah, yeah, don't nag me." "I just worry about you, dear. Anyways," he heard her shuffling around, "Is that boy going to be there?" It was probably a mistake that he mentioned his harmless crush to her, but another side effect of being so far away from her was that he just spilled his guts to her every time he opened his mouth. Josuke groaned, not really wanting to talk about it, "He's supposed to be." "Is that how Koichi got you to go?" "Maybe?" Tomoko snorted, "Well, have fun. And don't forget to get his number this time." "Thanks for reminding me of my failures, mom." She chuckled, "I'm just teasing--" she was cut off by someone talking to her, "I'm talking to Josuke, do you wanna say hi? Josuke," her attention returned to their call, "your grandpa wants to say hi." The phone fumbled for a minute before Ryohei spoke, "Hey kiddo." Josuke smiled as he finished his hair. Looking good. "Hey gramps, how you feelin'?" "I'm feeling just fine. Doctor cleared me to run that marathon, so I’ve been preparing all week.”

“Don’t overdo it,” Josuke warned, struggling to get his pants on, “Don’t need you keeling over on me, old man.” He sounded flippant to downplay his anxiety over his grandfather’s health.

The bark-like laugh Ryohei made Josuke feel a little better, “You don’t have to worry about me, Josuke. Your mom keeps me in check.”

“Yeah, well, someone has to.”

Ryohei laughed again, “I won’t keep you. Just wanted to say hi and wish you luck in your hunt tonight.”

Josuke could hear the sparkles in his grandfather’s eyes. He hated it. “Yeah, yeah. Go to bed, old man.”

He got an exaggerated sigh for his trouble, “I’m going, I’m going. You nag me as much as your mother does. I love you, don’t get arrested.”

“Thanks gramps, love you too. Give the phone back to mom.”

A few seconds later, Tomoko came back, “I’m going let you go, you have fun at your party—“

“I will—“

“Don’t total Koichi’s car again—“

Josuke scowled, “I won’t—“

“And remember to practice safe sex—“

“MOTHER—“

Tomoko was snickering, “Just making sure!”

“I’m hanging up. Love you.”

“Love you too! Call me later!”

Josuke ended the call, sat his iPhone carefully on his sink counter, put his face in his hands and screamed. Those two will be the death of him.

Koichi arrived at 8 o’clock sharp, looking like a man who was about to walk to the gallows, “Let’s get this over with.”

Once in the car, Josuke took one look at his friend’s sullen face. “Okay, so if you didn’t wanna go, why did you keep saying, ‘Oh hey Josuke, you should go to this party at Bruno’s with me because there might be some people there you wanna see and possible get their number from’???”

“Because Josuke, I’m a good friend,” Koichi responded, eyes forward as they cruised to Bruno’s house, “That Okuyasu guy is supposed to be there, and you’ve been sulking over not getting his number long enough—”

 “I HAVE NOT—“

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Josuke was genuinely touched. Koichi was such a good person, so willing to sacrifice his own comfort for someone he called a friend. He—

“Wait a minute…” Josuke narrowed his eyes, “How do you know he’s gonna be there?”

“…A little bird told me?”

“It was that Yukako chick wasn’t it?” Josuke rolled his eyes so hard, he was surprised they didn’t pop out of his skull, “Dude, you don’t need me to wingman, she’s obviously into you.”

“Yeah, I know! A little too into me!” Koichi shivered, “She invited me and I hedged on going, tried to make up some excuse using you, and then she mentioned that her bandmate would be there, and I…thought you would wanna go, so I said I would be there…” he finished sheepishly.

“God. Okay.” Josuke pinched the bridge of his nose as they pulled into a substantial driveway, “I appreciate you looking out for me. You’re a good, sweet boy, Koichi.”

Koichi crinkled his nose, “I think that’s the exact same thing my mom says to me. Besides, you’ll have fun. Trust me.” Every time Koichi has said any variation of ‘Trust me’ before Josuke was about to do something he didn’t wanna do, it never ended well. He must have seen the look of trepidation on Josuke’s face, because he followed up with, “Keep an open mind. And if anything, you’ll have something new to tease me about.”

“I do love teasing you…” Josuke sighed, “Alright, let’s get this shit show on the road.”

Just like how Josuke was expecting the party to be like, the house was crowded with people, but the atmosphere was incredibly chill, save for some godawful piano playing and wailing going on in the next room.

“—YOU GOOOOT WHAT I NEEEEEEEED! BUT YOU SAY I’M JUST A FRIEND, YOU SAY I’M JUST A FRIEND—“

The host Bruno, and his cohort(? Boyfriend? Husband? Josuke wasn’t sure and never asked) Leone Abbachio were found in the foyer, with Bruno looking remarkably calm about the caterwauling in the next room and Abbachio drinking deeply from a half-empty wine bottle.

“Heeey guys, uh—“ Josuke rubbed the back of his head, “Nice party?”

“Good to see you Josuke,” Bruno shook his hand, then Koichi’s, not even flinching at the sound of a horribly off-key chorus.

“Uhm, who is playing—“ Koichi kind of gestured to the living room.

“You get one guess.” Abbachio replied, looking grim.

Josuke and Koichi both cocked their heads to the side to listen to the yowling.

“—OH BABY YOUUUU—“

They looked at each other before answering simultaneously, “Narancia.”

Abbachio nodded, “Un-fucking-fortunately.” He took a swig from his wine bottle to punctuate his statement.

“Is he drunk…?” asked Koichi, eyeing the entryway into the living room.

Bruno sipped his champagne, “Sober as a judge.”

Josuke left the trio when their conversation turned towards some boring ass label bullshit. He wandered into the next room, greeted by the sight of a woman lying on top of a baby grand piano with three completely sober dudes banging away on the keys while singing off-key. The other guests either ignored them completely, or stared at the group like they were a car set on fire.

“Josuke!” Trish Una hopped off the piano and rushed over to give him a hug. She had been discovered by Bruno, but didn’t get a lot of attention until her and Josuke did a duet. Sudden fame had come as a shock to her, and Josuke more or less took her under his wing.

He returned the hug, “Hey girl, I see that you guys are doing…something…here.”

“IT’S CALLED ART, HIGASHIKATA,” Narancia hollered, “MAYBE YOU’VE HEARD OF IT.” If you took a good look at Narancia Ghirga, you’d never expect the guy to be a rapper, but perhaps because it seemed so out of left field, that Josuke couldn’t help but think that’s why he was so popular.

“I think it’s called a mess, but you do you.”

Narancia made a face at Josuke as the two guys flanking him got up. “Sup,” greeted Mista, while Fugo waved. Mista Guido was the bassist of Passione, but that all went pear-shaped when he left the band due to, quote, ‘unrepentant dickery’, end quote. Pannacotta Fugo was one of the best choreographers Josuke had ever had the privilege of working with, and they collaborated often. They all used to go clubbing together, and it’s been a minute since Josuke has seen all of them in person.

Trish let go of Josuke to go wrap an arm around Mista’s shoulders, while he snaked an arm around her waist (Josuke had no idea what was going on there either, and honestly he didn’t want to). “Surprised to see you here! I’m glad though, I feel like it’s been forever since we were at a party together.”

“Yeah,” Fugo snorted, leaning against the piano, “Thought you’d decide to hang it all up to become the local hermit.”

“Fuck off, Fugo,” Josuke scowled.

“You wouldn’t like it, I’d just lay there and ask if it’s in yet.”

Before Josuke could retort or smack him, Narancia climbed up on the piano, mashing keys down with his feet as he struggled up, “If Josuke’s here, that means something special is happening tonight!” Narancia laid on his stomach, face propped up in his hands. He would be angelic and innocent if he didn’t have an impish look on his face, “You’re here for some hot piece of ass, ain’tcha?” That question was somehow made even worse by Narancia waggling his eyebrows.

Josuke was very aware of the amount of eyes on them, “Oh my god. Why can’t I just come hangout with it having some ulterior motive??”

Mista pointed at Josuke, “Do not lie to me in this house, Higashikata. We know better.”

“I’m not!”

“That sounds like something a liar would say.”

Josuke huffed, “You know what? I’m going outside—“

The four of them started howling with laughter, telling him not to go; Narancia’s quickly turning into whines as Abbachio stalked into the room, demanding he get his gremlin ass off of his piano, or so help him.

Taking that as his cue, Josuke escaped into the backyard. Thank god, no one else was out there. Josuke sat down on a patch of grass near the edge of Bruno’s backyard that overlooked the city. Damn bastard lucked out with the view. He lit a cigarette, then fired off a quick text to Koichi:

Josuke: I’m knocking Trish’s, Mista’s, Fugo’s, and Narancia’s heads together until they stop

Koi Boi: Stop what?

Josuke: Everything

Josuke: Also I’m out back in case inquiring minds want to know

Koi Boi: They aren’t here yet, but I’ll pass along the message.

So there he sat, looking like the aloof, cool guy he always wanted to be as a kid, but in reality, felt like a fucking imbecile. Sitting out there by himself with nothing, but dumb youtube videos to keep him company. After about an hour and two cigarettes later, Josuke realized that Okuyasu was never showing up and that he was moron for even assuming he would. He rubbed his right eye, this is what he gets for listening to Koichi. Josuke lit up one last cigarette; after he finished this, he was gonna tell Koichi that he was headed home for the night to go watch tv and be a lonely, miserable fuck.

“Uhm, is this seat taken?”

Josuke’s heart stopped and he inhaled too much cigarette smoke, causing him to cough. He whipped around to see who scared the ever-loving shit out of him, and was greeted to a contrite looking Okuyasu. He had his glasses on, hair pulled back into a ponytail, held two water bottles and also Josuke’s heart. I’m gonna die, he’s so hot.

“S-sorry dude, didn’t mean to surprise you you—“

“No, it’s okay,” Josuke struggled to get his coughing under control, “Sit down, ain’t no one out here but me.”

Okuyasu did as instructed, handing Josuke one of the water bottles he was holding, “You’ve been out here for a while, figured you might be thirsty.”

Grateful, Josuke took a sip of water, “You been here awhile?”

“Maybe 20 minutes at the most,” he scratched the back of his neck, looking mildly embarrassed, “I would’ve said hi sooner, but you looked like you were on the phone, or wanted to be alone—Which if that’s the case, I can go back inside—“

“No dude, it’s cool.” Josuke snubbed out the rest of his cigarette, “I don’t really do parties that much anymore, so I needed a break from all those people,” that statement wasn’t untrue, “You’re cool though, don’t sweat it.”

Okuyasu looked relieved, “Okay, cool.” They sat in comfortable silence for a little bit, looking out over Los Angeles.

“So,” Josuke had to get him talking, “How do you know Bruno?”

“Him and Eggplant produced our last album.”

Josuke had made the mistake of taking another sip of water when Okuyasu called Abbachio ‘Eggplant’, spewing water everywhere, “Eggplant??” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, that thing he wears on his head makes him look like an eggplant. S’what me and Yuuya got to calling him.”

Unable to help himself, Josuke threw his head back and laughed, “Oh man, I’ll have to remember to call him that.”

They made small talk for a while, before Okuyasu made to get up, “Hey uhm,” he rubbed the back of his neck again, “Do you wanna like, get out of here and go smoke a joint. I know Bruno is super straightlaced about that kinda thing—“

Josuke was up before he could even finish his sentence, speaking quickly, “Yes please, let’s fuck off. We can go back to my place if you want.”

Okuyasu’s lips curled up into this sunny smile; Josuke’s heart stuttered painfully, “Yeah dude, should I ride with you or—“

Not wanting to talk about his driving record, Josuke cut him off, “Koichi was my ride, I’ll just navigate.”

When they got back inside, Okuyasu went off to let Tonio know what he was doing (His reasoning for this was ‘He worries, plus I came with him and Yukako, so it’d be kinda fucked if I didn’t let one of ‘em know what was up.’) Josuke was too giddy to even realize that sharks out for blood had surrounded him. He was pulled down by arms around his shoulders, finding himself head to head with Trish and Narancia.

“Oooh, who’s that??”

“I KNEW YOU WERE HERE TO GET LAID, YOU FILTHY LYIN’ FUCK.”

“I didn’t! I just wanted to hang out!” Josuke tried to straighten up in vain; both of them were surprisingly strong and kept him bent over.

“Mhm,” Trish rolled her eyes before leaning in close, whispering conspiratorially, “That guy came in and asked me if I had seen you. I told him you were outside pouting like a big baby, and he stood at the door and watched you for like 15 minutes! Narancia convinced him to go out there, so you owe him one.”

Narancia puffed out his chest, “Damn straight he does, you can pay me back by giving me the nitty-gritty details tomorrow,” he finished with an obnoxious wink.

“Yeah, you’ll text us in the morning right??”

Josuke didn’t dignify either of them with a response, peeling them off of him before heading over to Koichi. Poor, sweet Koichi was sitting on a couch with an overly affectionate Yukako draped over his lap; he was looking uncomfortable, and she glared at Josuke as he approached. “I’m heading out with Okuyasu, I’ll catch ya later.”

Koichi looked mildly terrified, “Are you su—“

Yukako cut him off, cold as ice, “Good. Now leave us,” She waved him off. Josuke sneered, but the desperate look on Koichi’s face caused him to bite off his retort.

“Yo,” Okuyasu reappeared beside him, “Ready to go?”

Josuke ignored the smirk on Yukako’s face, “Yep, let’s roll.”

Thankful to be free from the party, Josuke followed Okuyasu outside to a midnight blue Dodge Challenger, “Nice.” Josuke clucked appreciatively.

“Thanks,” Okuyasu unlocked the car, with a grin reminiscent of a kid in a candy store, “First thing I bought when we started making that cash money.”

When Okuyasu turned his car on, Josuke was surprised his ear drums didn’t immediately burst from how loud his music was. “Jesus dude, you’ll get tinnitus if you ain’t careful.”

“Haha, oops? Sorry.” Okuyasu turned down the volume to a more acceptable level, ears red from embarrassment. Josuke thought it was so endearing. “You can have control over the music, as long as ya keep your comments about my music taste to yourself,” Okuyasu handed Josuke a beat up iPod, “Password is 6492.”

One of the more surprising things about Okuyasu was that he was an incredibly cautious driver. Despite driving a nice sports car, he refused to pull out of the driveway until he saw that Josuke was wearing his seatbelt, and insisted on doing the speed limit as they drove to Josuke’s house. Josuke scrolled through his music, pretending to be super interested in it, but stole glances when he could. Okuyasu drove with his right hand, resting his left elbow on the door and leaning against his hand. Oh god, he looked so cool and casual. Josuke knew he looked like a love-sick school girl, but he didn’t care.

Before he could get caught staring, he turned his attention to the iPod in earnest. Another surprising thing about Okuyasu was his very broad taste in tunes: some rap, r&b, pop, electronica, and a lot of rock bands Josuke didn’t recognize, even some classical music. A little bit of everything. “I dunno why you think I’d make fun of your taste in music, you got a lot of good shit on this.”

Okuyasu’s face broke out into a quietly pleased smile, “You can make a playlist if you want. Everyone who rides with me does.”

Josuke took a look at his playlists: a few were clearly named Keicho, Yukako, Yuuya, and Tonio, with one named Hazamada, whoever that was; there were some with names like ‘hot damn this is my jam’, ‘get buff motherfucker’, ‘chill out dumbass’, and ‘go the fuck to sleep’. It seemed like he had a playlist for everything, except getting laid. Or at least, there wasn’t anything obviously defined as a sex playlist. Not for long, Josuke thought to himself.

Firmly turning away from that thought process, Josuke started a new playlist he dubbed “Jojo’s Bizarre Mix”. He scrolled through the songs, adding as he went. When he saw his and Trish’s duet pop up, his curiosity got the better of him. He typed his name into the search bar, and let out a small, strangled noise when he discovered his entire discography.

“Woah dude, you okay?” Okuyasu took his eyes off the road to get a good look at him.

Josuke didn’t respond, only pressing play on one of his albums at random, staring right back at him. The expression on Okuyasu’s face went from confused to flustered when Josuke’s voice filtered through the speakers.

Okuyasu seemed deeply embarrassed, turning his attention back to the road, “Uhm. I can explain.”

A grin slowly spread across Josuke’s face, “You like my music?”

“Do I need to turn right or left up here?” Okuyasu asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

“Left, also you didn’t answer my question.”

They stopped at a traffic light, Okuyasu looking anywhere that wasn’t Josuke, “Yeah, I do.”

Josuke was pleased as punch, “Really?? I’m super touched—“

“Don’t make fun of me, dude,” Okuyasu sounded wounded.

“I’m not, I’m just surprised! But in a good way, I think that’s so cool that you like my shit.” Okuyasu gave him a pained look; Josuke reached over and squeezed his arm in a way he hoped came across as comforting, “I’m really not trying to sound like I’m mocking you. I think it’s great you like my stuff, because you’re awesome and have good taste.” When Okuyasu relaxed and continued on their way down the road, Josuke couldn’t help but ask, “So, how long you been a fan??”

A few beats of silence passed before Okuyasu sighed, defeated, “Since your first album—“

“You’re shitting me, for that long??”

Okuyasu pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yeah, that long. Keicho used to get pissed whenever your songs came on the radio because I wore those CDs out, so he had to hear it all the time.”

That explains why he looks at me like I killed his dog in front of him, Jouske sighed inwardly. “Why though?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like my music that much?”

Okuyasu looked offended, “That’s dumb ass question, Josuke. You need to leave the stupid questions to me, a professional idiot.”

Josuke pointed a finger at him, “Okay, first of all, you’re not an idiot so don’t say that about yourself, and secondly, that didn’t answer my question. Also, go straight and keep going until you hit the top of the hill, that’ll be my house.”

They reached Josuke’s gate; Okuyasu rolled up to a keypad, “What’s the code.”

“4206969”

Okuyasu threw his head back and started braying like a donkey, “What the fuck, dude?”

“I didn’t choose it!”

“Then who did?? That’s not some randomly generated number, that’s on purpose.”

Josuke sighed through his nose, “Koichi’s bitch boy, Tamami. He’s an assistant, and takes care of shit I need done on top of whatever he does for Koichi. When I had this installed, he oversaw everything and picked that code to fuck with me.”

Okuyasu was still wheezing when he punched in the code and drove up to the garage. Josuke rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, keep laughing you windy asshole.” Being called a windy asshole just made Okuyasu laugh even harder.

When they got inside, Okuyasu whistled, “This is the nicest house I’ve ever been in.” He was looking around like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Josuke was turning on lights as he walked towards the kitchen, “Thanks, you want anything to drink? I got—“ he waltzed into the kitchen and opened the fridge, “beer, pepsi, water, what I think is cherry kool-aid—“

“Pepsi’s good. Where’s your toilet dude, I gotta piss like you wouldn’t believe.”

“There’s one upstairs, second door on the right. Come outside when you’re done.” Okuyasu trudged upstairs while Josuke threw his keys, wallet, and cell phone on the counter, grabbed two pepsis, and headed outside.

Josuke’s backyard had a privacy fence around it, so no amazing view, but he did have a massive, lit pool with an in-ground hot tub. He pulled off his socks, rolled up his jeans, and sat down to dangle his legs over the edge of the pool.

“DUDE,” Okuyasu gasped as he walked outside, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A POOL.” He enthusiastically followed suit and sat beside Josuke with a huge grin on his face.

“Not like it ever came up. You got the stuff?”

“Yeah yeah.” Okuyasu fished a cigarette case and lighter out of his zip-up hoodie, “You should feel special, these are rolled by yours truly.” He cracked open the case and pulled a joint out; he passed over it and a lighter over, “You get green.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Josuke lit it, inhaled, and passed it. On the exhale, he coughed a little, “You never did answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Why you liked my music so much.”

Clearly, this wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, but Okuyasu answered anyways, “I just like your voice. S’pretty.” He knocked a bit of ash off the end of the joint and handed it back, pink cheeked.

Josuke’s heart did a weird, fluttery thing, “You mean that?”

“Yeah dude, I wouldn’t lie about anything like that.” Okuyasu turned to look at him, face sincere.

It was Josuke’s turn to get red and flustered, “Thanks.” He took a drag, “If it makes you feel any less awkward, I’ve listened to all your albums.”

“Didn’t peg you as the type to like anything like Arrowhead.”

Josuke passed the joint back, “I’m not.”

”Then why listen to it?”

“Got curious after we met, ended up digging how you sing. You’re talented.”

Okuyasu took a puff and looked at him, dead serious, “I don’t believe that.”

Josuke shrugged, “You don’t gotta, I guess. It’s the truth though.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes while they finished smoking. After snubbing out the cinders, Okuyasu spoke, his voice soft, “Thanks dude, that means a lot to me.”

Josuke patted Okuyasu’s shoulder, and laid down on his back, “Don’t mention it.” He was feeling incredibly comfortable and hazy, “Is it just me, or do the stars look even prettier tonight?”

Once again, Okuyasu followed suit and laid on the ground beside him, “S’probably the weed.”

“Probably.”

They laid there in comfortable silence; the only thing breaking it was the water churning around Okuyasu’s legs as he kicked his feet.

Josuke closed his eyes, he was so relaxed. He could’ve fallen asleep if Okuyasu didn’t suddenly speak, “Do you live here by yourself?” His voice sounded raspier than normal, and it gave Josuke goosebumps.

“Yeah. My mom used to live with me, but after my grandpa had a heart attack a few years ago, she moved back home to look after him.”

“Shit, I’m sorry dude.”

Josuke waved his hand, “Don’t be. He’s fine now, he just refuses to move out here like a stubborn asshole.”

“Still though, that sucks,” Okuyasu turned his head to look at Josuke, “’specially you livin’ in this big ass house by yourself. It’s gotta be lonely.”

Josuke was never one to reveal deep, inner feelings, but he opened his mouth anyways, “It is, but I’m more or less used to it now.”

That seemed to really bother Okuyasu, “Well, now that we’re friends and I know where you live, I’ll come over and bug you all the time, so you won’t be lonely anymore.”

It took a lot of effort, but Josuke managed to swallow around the lump in his throat, “I’d like that.”

The rest of the conversation continued along the vein of revealing deep, personal shit.

Josuke learned that Okuyasu grew up dirt poor in Oakland. Lost his mom at the age of 10 (he lifted up his shirt and showed Josuke a tattoo of a ribcage covered in flowering vines on his right side, ‘this is for her’); had an asshole dad, got into a car wreck at the age of 15 that caused his scars when he went through the windshield, his dad suffered a stroke and had to be put into a nursing home, having lost his ability to speak, move, or take care of himself. Him and Keicho lived on the floor of Yuuya’s apartment until they started making enough money to get their own place.

“Oh yeah, and our old lead singer/guitarist tried to stab me when he learned that Tonio wanted me to replace him on the mic. Keicho pushed me out of the way, and got a knife in his side for his trouble.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. After he got all stitched up, he told me I owed him shots for life.”

Okuyasu lived by himself in an apartment that was bigger than the house he grew up in combined with the apartment he shared with Keicho, Yuuya, Akira the asshole that tried to stab him, Hazamada the roadie/merchandise guy/bitch boy, and a few rotating girlfriends of Keicho or Yuuya. He visited his dad often (‘Gave him this stray cat I found off the street to give ‘em some company when I ain’t there, it’s helped a lot’), ate at the same diner he used to work at, and still felt like being famous was some kind of fever dream he would eventually awaken from.

Josuke talked about how the three years had been incredibly lonely after his mom moved away, how fucking anxiety ridden he gets about his grandpa who helped raise him, and the fact that the only people who really knew him were on the other side of the country and Koichi.

“Weren’t you pretty friendly with those people at the party?”

“Trish and all them? Yeah, but we aren’t like super close. I’ve never talked to them about any of this.”

He also mentioned his father. “You ever heard of Joseph Joestar?”

“Ain’t that the real estate guy who’s got them really annoying commercials about his reality show?”

“Yep.”

“What about him?”

“He had a fling with my mom, and I’m the product of it. He didn’t know I existed until I was like, 12.”

Okuyasu rolled onto his side to look at him, “Damn dude, that’s rough.”

Josuke shrugged, “It sucks, and it’s awkward when I visit. I don’t even call him dad, because he’s never been much of a father. The rest of my family is really cool though and makes up for it. Like my sister? She’s really nice, and I have a nephew that’s like, 35 years old with a husband and kid. I also got a cousin that streams videogames and I try to catch them when I can.”

“It’s good they’re nice to you. What about his wife?”

“She passed away from cancer a few years ago. We got along, surprisingly enough. She never blamed me for what happened, since it wasn’t my fault. I sang at her funeral and everything.”

Josuke sat up, “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever actually talked about this to anyone before.”

“Same here dude.”

When Okuyasu sat up, Josuke gave him a little punch in the shoulder, “Guess that makes us best bros.”

Okuyasu gave him a grin that was brighter than the stars, “Hell yeah we are.” He got up and padded over to the pile of his shoes, socks, and various other items, “What time is it?” Okuyasu clicked his phone’s screen on, light bouncing off of his glasses, “Damn! It’s like 3 o’clock in the morning. How fuckin’ long have we been out here??”

“At least four hours.” Josuke got up and stretched, “Do you wanna stay the night?” Josuke turned around to look at the house, not wanting to look Okuyasu in the face in case his offer was rejected, “It’s pretty late, we could watch a movie in my room until—”

His statement gets cut off when Okuyasu spears him into the pool.

When he emerges, he’s met with Okuyasu’s hysterical laughter, “I’m sorry,” he choked out, holding his gut, “I couldn’t help myself. I’m down to stay, but I’m gonna need a change of—REEEEE.”

Josuke flailed over to him and dunked Okuyasu underwater, “You absolute motherFUCKER.”

Okuyasu reemerged with a gasp, and started splashing Josuke in an attempt to get away. They wrestled around in the pool, insulting each other until they were out of breath. “Okay,” Josuke breathed, chest heaving from a mix of laughter and exertion, “I’m wore out. Let’s go watch a movie or something.”

Being a gracious host, Josuke let Okuyasu use his shower first while he set out an extra toothbrush, basketball shorts, and a tank top that was emblazoned with ‘I want ABSolutely all the pasta and breadsticks’ on the sink for him. Josuke turned on his PS4, scrolling through movies while he waited for his turn. He was debating between two terrible comedies when Okuyasu came out of the bathroom, tank top in hand.

“Dude, this tank top is amazing, who got this for you?”

Josuke couldn’t answer him, because he was too busy staring at his chest; Okuyasu was fucking jacked. It was taking all of his willpower to not reach out and try to touch his abs.

Okuyasu whistled, waving his hand in front of his face, “Hello, Earth to Josuke. You still on the planet?”

“Oh shit—Sorry, zoned out there for a minute. Uh, my personal trainer got me that for Christmas last year. He’s got a knack for finding wacky shit like that.”

“He’s got some good taste,” Okuyasu chuckled while pulling the tank top on.

Josuke got up to head to the shower to mask both his disappointment and boner, throwing the controller to Okuyasu, “Pick something out, I can’t decide.”

One quick, cold shower and vigorous toothbrushing later, Josuke crawled under the covers with Okuyasu, watching some awful movie.

“Hey, Josuke.”

“Mh?”

Okuyasu hesitated, “You’re not gonna care if I like, fall asleep in your bed right?”

“Nah dude, it’s cool. You can sleep in here with me.”

A small, shy smile spread across Okuyasu’s face, and every part of Josuke screamed KISS HIM, KISS HIM RIGHT NOW.

He didn’t. He was too much of a bitch boy. Instead, when Okuyasu fell asleep halfway through the movie, Josuke opted to watch him. When the movie ended, he put Oku’s lopsided glasses on the nightstand, turned off the tv, and settled down beside him.

Josuke didn’t expect to fall asleep so fast when the object of his affections was literally laying right beside him, but the sound of Okuysau snoring gently lulled him to sleep.

When Josuke woke up the next morning, he was pleased to find a snoozing Okuyasu beside him. Last night had been wonderful, and the first time he had fun in ages. He wondered if Koichi’s night went just as well—

Oh shit, Koichi! He forgot!

Josuke scrambled for his phone and shot off a text:

Josuke: making sure you ain’t dead. text me back when you get this

A few minutes later, he got a snap from Koichi.

The picture was of him shirtless, half of his face was deadpan while a mass of black hair covered the other half. The caption read, “I’m sore. She rides hard.”

Josuke hollered so loudly he woke Okuyasu up.