5 Seconds Of The Pierced Sleeping Directions

⚠️Perspectives Pt. 2: Home⚠️

A large TV was set up on a dark mahogany TV stand, a 7 shelf bookshelf filled to the brim with movies.

The four men sat down beside each other on the large couch, waiting patiently. They knew it could take Delirious some time to get ready, used to waiting on him for games. Brian was the only one worse at time management.

The minutes seemed to creep by, each minute feeling like hours. But still, they waited. Internally, all four men thought privately that they would wait till the end of time for their mystery friend.

Finally, after a half hour, they heard steps. They all looked up, seeing Luke walk in. "He's right behind me, give him a second," he said softly and they all nodded, standing and facing the doorway.

A moment passed and soon a small figure, shorter than even Brock at his 5'9 height walked in. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a blue ripped tank top. They could clearly see the half sleeve tattoo decorating his right bicep, a lip piercing being chewed at between pink lips.

"H-hi," Jonathan whispered, his piercing cerulean blue eyes glancing up under a long black fringe. The four men couldn't help but stare, feeling their love grow individually.

"Hi," Brock said softly, the other three smiling excitedly. Evan stepped forward first, wrapping his arms tightly around Jonathan's waist. He felt the smaller man flinch before relaxing, arms wrapping around his neck.

The other three men circled them, arms criss crossing and wrapping around each other. None of them heard Luke leave the room, too focused on the fact that all five of them were together.

"Um- can't breathe," Jonathan gasped finally and they all stepped back, giving him room to breathe.

Evan tilted his chin up, studying his face. "How dare you be so pretty," he play scolded and everyone smiled fondly at the flush that crept across the shorter man's neck and cheeks.

"I-I'm not pretty, look at you guys!" He said, his voice cracking so familiarly they all couldn't help but laugh.

Tyler stepped forward and gave the man a tight hug, towering almost a full foot above him. He picked Jonathan up, swinging him around.

"H-Hey! Put me down!" Jonathan laughed, clinging to the taller man's shoulders.

Tyler gave him one last twirl and set him down, Brock and Brian stepping forward one by one to give him an individual hug.

Jonathan felt warm, his heart bursting. His four favorite people were here, and they didn't hate him? He rubbed at his cheeks, hating the flush that heated them.

"Why are you guys here?" He asked softly and the other four looked at each other. "We missed you. You've been ignoring us for weeks now," Brock said finally and Jonathan flinched, looking down.

"I'm really sorry, I just- I just had some things to work out," he said lamely and Brian sighed. "We've all had things to work out, Jon. You know you can come to us for anything, right? We're your friends, your family. We're here for you," he said earnestly and the other three nodded in agreement.

Jonathan shrugged, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "Not this," he said finally and Brock frowned. "Talk to us, Jon. Please?" Brock begged, making Jonathan wince again.

"I- I don't know if I can, you'll hate me," he said quietly and the four men rolled their eyes. Evan stepped forward, taking Jonathan's hands tightly in his.

"There is nothing, in this whole universe, that will ever make me hate you, Jonathan. Not even if you murdered someone," he said and Jonathan quirked a smile at that before it faded away.