#yogibae

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 she’s expecting to see right now, grocery carts near colliding into each other as mind balloons with thoughts of blackmail and deceit and death, though in brooke’s mind they’re all merely synonymous to even more things to run from. how ironic, she muses to herself, slight grimace lacing features as she meets eyes with the boy she grew up with before she paints it away with a smile, less confident than she likes to appear. “excuse you.” brooke purrs, the tilt at the corners of her lips barely meeting her eyes, though the way she tucks a strand of stray jet black behind her ear near gives away her nerves. “think it’d be wise of you to pay a little more attention to — oh !” eyes widen — the most genuine expression that’s adorned her features since their interaction — as she takes a glance at the elderly woman at yogi’s, familiarity and slight nostalgia tinging mind. “oh, mrs. bae, i ... long time no see !” wish we’d kept it that way. / @yogibae  !

[ sms → yogi ] are u up ?[ unsent sms → yogi ] i can’t sleep n i was thinkin bt u[ unsent sms → yogi ] i think abt u a lo[ unsent sms → yogi ] i really m[ sms → yogi ] oops! misclick[ sms → yogi ] try not to get ur hopes up x

    “why?” justice whined, reaching for his hand as carefully as he could. he knew he should have been keeping a better eye on him.. and now he felt horrible. “there’s a reason i gave you the goggles, you know.. and i thought you learned that fire was bad as a kid.” a small laugh escaped then, pulling out one of the stools and directing yogi to sit down on it. he was really trying to make light of the situation, because if he didn’t? he’d cry for getting his best friend hurt.. even though it wasn’t as bad as it could have been and yogi would get away with no burn scars or marks of what happened. justice was just panicking – the other would be fine. there was just a certain protectiveness he felt over him, choosing to play the big brother role always. “just.. let’s not touch the bunsen burners anymore.. alright?” he gives his hand a small squeeze once he knows that yogi is fine, holding up his finger as if for him to stay seated as he runs to the back of the classroom to grab his backpack. he returns a second later with an apple and a packet of oreos, putting them down on the table next to yogi. “eat them.. i’ll be finished here in five and we can go back to my place and have a drink.”

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