Genesis always had a habit of ranting about Loveless or poetry to his close friends. Once again, he was yapping away about his favorite Acts and why they’re his favorite. You felt guilty, because all you could think about is what’d you do with him if you ever had a chance to be in bed with him, his hands all over you while he- damn it. You had these thoughts all while he was talking about his interests and innocently rambling on.

“I like how it’s written, the way the words perfectly flow together and how-“

Genesis noticed that you were staring at him with this weird look like you were lost in outer space. He waved his hand in front of your face.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Genesis questioned you in a pissy tone. He always hated when you dozed off during his yap sessions. If only he knew what thoughts were running through your head during all those times…