He was very… sick. But he had good reason to be. He had been in and out of jail since he was ten, his parents didn’t give a damn about him and he loved to drink and smoke. It wasn’t all bad though, he had a good heart and he loved me. At least he said he loved me, he never really showed it. I was always angry with him for this or that but it never usually lasted. That night, it had. We were at Bucks, but it was just us and a few girls. Buck was out causing mischief and so it was pretty quiet, but somewhere upstairs classical music was playing on a record player.
We were laying in his old bed, my head in his lap and his hands in my hair. He was playing with it, it was one of the few ways he showed affection. I sighed and he spoke up.
“You okay, Johnny?” he asked me, and I could feel the concern in his voice. I shook my head.
Number six with Johnny when you get the chance. Please?
Johnny // “Shit, are you bleeding?”
You lay on the couch, your
head on Johnny’s lap and your feet hanging over the edge. He played with your
hair absentmindedly, staring off into space. You took a moment to look at him
without his knowledge – normally, when he was paying attention and saw you, he
would crack some joke or lean forward and kiss you. It was nice to just see
him. He glanced down at you finally, and you quickly averted your eyes,
furrowing your brow as you tried to make it look like you had been reading your
book all along. He let out a heavy breath through his nose – he had caught you
and he knew it, but he looked away and continued to play with your hair. You
looked back up at him, and chewing your lip you played with the edge of your
“Fuck!” You said,
suddenly, sitting up and examining your finger.
“What happened?” Johnny
said, alarmed. His eyes darted to your hand, which you were handing gingerly. “Shit, are you bleeding?” He asked, and
you laughed lightly.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing.”
You said. “Just a papercut.”
“Well that won’t do.” He
said, getting up and leaving the room. He returned quickly, holding a bandaid.
“Oh,” you said, grinning. “Playing
doctor, are we?” You asked as he sat down again, this time moving your legs so
they rested on his lap.
“Sh.” He said. “This is a
very serious matter.” He said, and even as his brows knit together and he
carefully placed the bandage on your finger, you could see a hint of a smile on
“Now,” He said in a
mock-serious voice. “I want you to answer honestly: do you need me to kiss it
better?” You snorted.
Title:The stuff of comets Author: iseekdaylight Pairing: Tenny, brothers!JohnMark Rating: PG-15 Genre: sports!au, ice skating!au, slow burn Length: oneshot (50k) Summary:
Johnny Seo returns to the figure skating scene two years after his unexpected retirement as his half-brother Mark’s manager. With the Olympics fast approaching, can Johnny help Mark become the best skater he can be?
Admin C: WOWOWOWOWOW, this was such a beautiful read <3