"Jack, is that you?" Brooklyn called out as he heard footsteps outside the room.
Jack opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, smirking at the state he was in. He looked as bad as Rye did.
"How are you today?" he smirked.
"What happened?"
"Ryan happened," Jack laughed, "what do you remember?"
"I want you back anyway, Brookie.." Rye said softly, and he couldn't bring himself to walk away. Brooklyn smashed his lips on Rye's, a hand moving up teasingly to cup his cheek. Rye bit his lip and hummed softly into the kiss.
"Not a lot," Brooklyn said. He wasn't technically lying.
"Well, Rye's downstairs as confused as you are," Jack chuckled, "I don't know what happened but Mikey and I had to drag you apart."
"Get the fuck off me!" Rye shouted, swinging a punch toward Brooklyn, getting him square in the eye, and making him punch back, shoving him to the floor. Rye tried to stand up but that's when Jack came in, him and Mikey dragging Ryan away.
"I think i fucked up," Brooklyn said quietly.
"You can say that again..."
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the next chapter will actually include some Rylyn dw :')