𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

i wish you would find your chill [j.m]

undrscrmason
| im on my way.

JOKO
| fuck yeha thts pog

undrscrmason
| i will actually leave you there to fend for yourself and go back to sleep.

JOKO
| no pls ily bb

undrscrmason
| yeah, no, die. <3

he uses joko's snap map to figure out where he is - cooper's place, surprisingly - and starts up his car, beginning the drive to his friend's house. it's not far away from the complex at all, maybe just five to ten minutes away, but traffic is horrid and he wants to die. being stuck in traffic is the worst. the usual five/ten minute drive takes him twenty minutes, and he's, unsurprisingly, not vibing.

he parks his car across the street and steps out, locking the car's doors so no one can get in, even though he's just going to take two minutes going in and getting joko out. gotta take precautions, especially when there are a lot of loud fucks that do drugs and drink alcohol and forget which car is theirs.

as mason steps through the door, the first thing he notices is the amount of smoke wafting through the air and drinks lying around. he steps on an empty beer can and narrowly misses kicking a bong accidentally, and he bites the inside of his cheek, shielding his eyes and breathing through his nose. he navigates around the living room, through a sea of people, and stops when he sees joko's familiar brown hair and pink goober hoodie.

joko's sitting on the couch, eyes half-lidded and rimmed with read, mumbling about some science-y bullshit to carson, who's a little bit drunk, and travis, who's high but not as high as joko. fucker's in the clouds right now, mason thinks, bites his lip to hold back a smile as he approaches, standing in front of joko and waiting until he notices.

it takes a while for joko to register that mason's in front of him, but once he does, pushes himself off the couch and falls forward, arms wrapping around mason's neck.

"mas', you came!" mason sighs as carson and travis laugh, and rubs joko's back soothingly. the brunet exhales happily and nuzzles into mason's shoulder - which is kind of an awkward position, considering joko's taller than him - then presses a slobbery kiss to mason's shoulder.

"alright," mason says, pushing him away, but keep an arm gently yet firmly pressed against his back, "let's go home, yeah? you're tired and too fucking high to function properly." he tells joko, wiping the spit off his skin.

joko leans against mason as they push through the people and leave the house, yelling bye to the rest of his friends in the house, then dropping his head onto mason's shoulder. mason smiles, despite the situation, and slowly guides joko to his seat in the passenger seat, then walks around the front of his car and slides into the driver's seat, starting up the car and looking over to joko.

joko's leaning his head against the window, fumbling with his seatbelt, eventually just leaving it undone, yet around his body. mason scowls and gently pulls on the seatbelt, pushing the tongue into the buckle until it audibly clicks. he buckles his own seatbelt and starts driving, watching joko's eyes drift up to the clouds.

as mason is wondering who the hell throws a party at one/two in the afternoon, joko's shifting, one hand tracing something on the window. mason glances at him through the corner of his eye, turning to him once they're stopped at a red light.

"what's wrong, jo?" he asks, and joko shrugs, yawning quietly. the light turns green and mason sighs, waiting until the cars in front of him move and then moving himself. he drives for a few moments, keeping his eyes on the road, and it's moments before joko speaks up.

"mas', the clouds're fuckin'.. they're movin' 'nd shit," joko slurs, "they're fuckin' floating 'nd shit, man," and mason almost slams on the brakes. he doesn't, because they're in the middle of a highway and he can't brake in the middle of a highway. "mas', you see them movin', 'nd shit? mas', they look like.. they look like clouds,"

mason's eye twitches. "get the fuck out of my car," he says jokingly, keeping his eyes on the road, but looking over to joko when he hears the door unlock and sees joko's hand on the door's handle. the door opens and joko swings a leg over the side, trying to leave. mason slaps his shoulder and grips the brunet's arms, holding him in the car. "what the fuck, joko? you dumbass, i didn't mean it literally!" joko blinks and frowns in confusion, then closes the door, and mason lets out the breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

"mas', 're you mad at me?" mason shakes his head and rubs joko's shoulder as the other sniffles. they pull into the parking lot of mason's apartment complex and he sighs, turning off the car and unbuckling his seatbelt so he can turn to joko and cup joko's face in his hands.

"no, bub, i'm not mad. just worried, i didn't want you to fall out of the car and hurt yourself, you know?" joko hums and nods, leaning into the gentle touch. mason's hands are warm and soft against his face and it feels nice, his eyes fluttering shut. mason smiles, thumbs gently stroking across joko's cheeks. even though joko might make him stressed sometimes, he loves joko so much. the brunet is honestly the love of his life, brightening up his days even if mason acts like he's annoyed with him.

he reluctantly pulls away, watching as joko's face falls, and gets out of the car to help joko out. joko smiles dopily and leans against mason as they walk up the stairs, mason fumbling with his keys whilst holding onto joko so he doesn't fall. he nudges the door open with his hip, pulling joko inside, closing and locking the door behind him. joko hums softly, tugs on mason's jacket to get his attention, pulls off his shoes and tugs on mason's jacket again. mason toes off his own shoes and leaves them by the door, smiling softly at joko. "what's up, bubs?"

"tired," joko mumbles quietly, "wanna go to sleep," mason nods, intertwining his hand with joko's and guiding him to his room, letting joko lay down and sitting next to him, carding his hands through joko's hair gently and leaning down to kiss his forehead. joko smiles tiredly and leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut and breath eventually evening out as he falls asleep to mason's gentle actions.

mason doesn't end up going to sleep, instead watching joko's chest rise and fall as he sleeps, continuing to gently run his fingers through joko's hair. he's so peaceful, mason thinks, peaceful and pretty and all mason's. he leans down and kisses his forehead again, leaning back against his headboard and admiring how peaceful joko is.