I was y/ns best friend and lived with him. Sure, I was overprotective and possessive.. but for a reason. I sighed as I walked over to the living room, a juice in my hand. I sat down on the couch and leaned back, taking a moment to relax and drink.

Ugh, when is y/n getting back from his stupid hangout..? I knew I shouldn't have let him go out. I miss the idiot already.. I turned on the TV and watched it, drinking my juice while thinking about that.. annoyingly hot and sexy boy.