#llzthreads

Dude. It was literally such a good day. Who the hell pulls this kind of shit on a day like this? It was pretty cool or whatever, getting to hang out with Saeun as always and then hitting the gym. That protein shake’s got Zanski on some shit, and he’s on top of the world.

Or at least, he was.

See, Lucas is a good dude. His bros come first. It’s why they’ve got a weekly call session. Sure, maybe sometimes he can’t make it, and maybe it drives some of his managers up the wall when he retreats into some dark back-alley to see what the hell is up with Mateo, but again... bros before... whatever. Bros first, is his point.

So when tonight, Biceps Miles calls halfway to tears, Zanks chucks that weight back onto the squat rack and practically books it to the airport. If Saeun hadn’t sent him a text asking if they were still on for ramen tomorrow, he would’ve actually been on the next plane back to Beverly Hills. (Heh. Bros before everything but Saeun, then, probably. Ryan would make SO much fun of him for that one.)

See, it takes a lot to make Biceps cry. Zanks has known him since middle school and he didn’t even cry when that lifting accident totally effed up both his biceps. Didn’t cry when he got hit by that bus (dude, he’s so lucky the biceps thing happened first or else he’d be Bus Miles). Didn’t cry when he got plastered and literally fell off a third-floor balcony at Valerie Benson’s seventeenth birthday bash (Balcony Miles). So this... must’ve been bad.

And bad it is. Holy shit.

It’s well-written, it really is. But it’s so goddamn traumatizing that not even Ryan could tease them about it. In fact, Ryan turned totally gray and just deadass left the call. Lucas wishes he could leave this whole universe. Astral project for, like, a whole year or something, until this whole situation is clean. Because seriously... Lucas Lazanski x Biceps Miles?

He’s well-aware of all the shit that goes down between Minho and Xion in these tags. But... why the hell is this thing so well-written?! Seventy-thousand words?!

He’s in the fetal position by the time he hears footsteps, phone in hand, rocking himself back and forth. He doesn’t even bother looking up to see who it is.