𝗯 𝘆 :: 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 [[𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗼]]
𝗳 𝗶 𝗹 𝗲  𝘁 𝘆 𝗽 𝗲 :: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸
𝘄 𝗮 𝗿 𝗻 𝗶 𝗻 𝗴 :: 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀

"Uhh...hi."

You stared straight at your best friend with a blank look on your face(with your crusty and half-opened eyes). His blond hair was tousled and he was full of scratches, his green jinbei crumpled with random spots of dirt and blood on it.

"Mikey, its 12 a.m. what the fu-"

He pushes past you, inviting himself into your humble abode like he had so many times before, only turning back to face your stunned figure at the door expectantly when you didn't follow him in.

"What're you waitin' for? I'm injured. Treat my wounds," He stated plainly before making a beeline for your bathroom, like it was normal to go to your best friend's house at midnight to make her treat your minor injuries like she was some kind of personal doctor.
But what Mikey wants, he gets. You had no choice but to pull your messy bed hair into a ponytail, dragging your tired feet to the bathroom to help Mikey patch up his wounds.

You pulled out the first-aid kit and spitefully applied as much alchohol to the cotton pad as you could and pressed it to the graze on Mikey's cheek, making him whine in pain as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. Some kind of gang leader he was.

"Mikey, you're crushin' me. I'm done, y'know? Let go." You grumbled as you tried prying his bare and bandaged arms off your waist, bloody cotton pads and band-aid wrappers piled on the floor along with Mikey's top. He groaned and stood up slowly, walking off to where you thought was the living room (without helping you
pick up the medical stuff from the floor like the jerk he was). Begrudgingly, you cleaned up your bathroom, throwing the trash into the bin and picking up Mikey's jinbei for washing.

"Hey, ever wonder what would happen if I never met you?" Mikey asked all of a sudden. The two of you were sprawled out on the couch, you with your head on his chest as he kept his arms around you with a hand holding his phone texting his extremely active friends(You could tell because the device kept vibrating against your back annoyingly like some sort of electric massager thing. Was it a gang thing to text each other in the wee hours of the morning? You hoped Mikey didn't do this often).

"So sentimental all of a sudden. What's up? Fall in love with me or somethin'?" you asked jokingly, yet some part of you wanted him, your best friend since childhood, to view you in a romantic way although that would probably happen the day Mikey stops holding on to his dirty old towel. In short, never. You immediately regretted saying that when you felt Mikey's hand which was previously typing rapidly on his phone stop moving and he froze in his spot.

Silence.

"I mean..." you whispered a little shakily as you swallowed a lump in your throat. A sour taste was in your mouth and your eyes stung a little. That was an indirect rejection wasn't it? Mikey was always goofy and never paid attention in school, but you knew he wasn't dumb. You knew he got the hidden message. You also knew that things would probably never be normal between you guys again, and that you well and truly fucked up.

"Actually, I kinda did. Y'know, fall in love with you..." Mikey said softly as you heard his heartbeat start to become a little faster than before.

Your eyes widened, as the sour taste in your mouth dissipated. A tear (of happiness? Relief? Joy?) fell from your eye onto Mikey's singlet, slowly soaking the thin fabric. Your lips curled into a smile as you wrapped your shaking arms around his neck tightly.

"The hell? Thats cringy as fuck..." you tried to mask your uneven tone behind a half-assed retort.

"Does that mean you like me too, or...?"

"Yeah...dumbass..."