Your best friend AJ gets into a fight to defend you.
Warnings: fighting, kissing, swearing‼️ ( it’s a little long but I swear it’s worth it )
You were in the living room with your friend Brandon, who had come over to hang out. However, things took a turn when he started making you feel uneasy, "accidentally" brushing your hand and placing his hand on your lap.
As AJ was coming downstairs, he noticed the discomfort on your face.
Using the nickname he gave you, he said, "Hey, stink, what's going on?" as he sat beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. Brandon, visibly annoyed by AJ's presence, frowned.
"Just... hanging," you said, giving a clear sign that you were uncomfortable.
AJ caught on and noticed that you were uneasy; he could tell Brandon was making you feel uncomfortable. He pulled you closer to him by your waist as he gave Brandon the "cut it out" look.
But Brandon didn't get the hint. He put his hand on your knee, softly rubbing it.
"Hey guys," you said, lightly pushing Brandon's hand away from your knee.
"Why don't we play a board game?"
"Yeah, great idea," AJ said, still mad from seeing Brandon's hand touching you. Brandon gave you a dirty look before he spoke, "Yeah, sure, what game do you want to play?"
You stood up to look at the board games. "Ummm, we have The Game of Life, Uno, or Candy Land."
Brandon scoffed at the options. "Those are so lame." AJ rolled his eyes at his friend before looking at the board games. "Candy Land sounds good. Let's play that one.”
Brandon didn't say anything, though he didn't seem pleased by the choice of game.
"Well, sorry you think they're lame, Brandon. They're some of my favorites," you said, chuckling as you set up the game.
AJ chuckled as he helped set up the game with you. He knew how much you loved these games, and the fact that Brandon called them lame annoyed him. Brandon muttered quietly "Whatever." He just crossed his arms and waited for the game to start.
"Okay, are we ready to start?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," AJ said, looking at Brandon to see if he was ready too.
Brandon grumbled quietly, "Yeah, let's just get this over with."
The three of you started playing the game, and AJ seemed to be enjoying it, but Brandon was still grumbling and complaining about the game. AJ could tell that you were getting annoyed by Brandon's attitude, but he didn't want to start anything. Instead, he tried to focus on the game and keep things lighthearted.
"I have a better idea than this game-7 minutes in heaven, me and Yn first," Brandon said, smirking.
AJ immediately felt himself get angrier as soon as Brandon suggested the idea. He clenched his fists but tried to keep it together.
"No way, man," AJ said through gritted teeth. "That's not happening."
"Brandon, I think you should go home," you said quietly.
Brandon's smirk faded as he heard your suggestion. He looked at you with an annoyed expression and spoke, "Why should I go home? I thought we were hanging out."
AJ stood up and walked over to Brandon; he couldn't take his attitude anymore.
"Dude, you've been disrespecting her and acting like a creep the entire time you've been here AJ said, his voice hardening. "You need to leave."
"No way," Brandon said. “Yn why are you letting him control what we do?"
AJ clenched his fists even tighter, ready to lash out at him.
"This has nothing to do with controlling anyone," AJ snapped back. "It's about respecting boundaries and making sure she feels comfortable. And you clearly don't care about that."
"I'm both of your friends. I don't see the problem," Brandon said. He stood up and took a step closer to you. "And why aren't you saying anything?"
The mood grew tense as Brandon got closer to you. AJ stepped between the two of you, ready to defend you if necessary.
"Back off, man," AJ warned. "She doesn't need to say anything. You're the one causing problems."
"Move out of the way, short boy," Brandon said to AJ.
AJ's anger flared even more as Brandon tried to push him aside.
"Don't call me that," AJ snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not moving. You're the one who needs to leave before I make you."
"Do you want to fight or something? I thought we were friends."
AJ gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.
"We're supposed to be friends," he said through clenched teeth. "But friends don't act like you do. They respect each other and respect boundaries."
AJ pointed a finger at Brandon, his eyes filled with anger. "If you don't leave now, I swear I'll make you."
"Then let's fight, you fucking bitch."
The anger in AJ's eyes intensified as he heard Brandon's words. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides.
"You really want to do this?" AJ said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll take you on."
"Guys, let's stop," you said worriedly.
AJ's heart softened at your pleading voice. His anger was replaced with worry for you. He knew you hated confrontations. He took a deep breath, his clenched fists slowly unclenching.
"Alright, calm down," he said, looking at Brandon. "We don't have to fight."
"Ugh, you pussy," Brandon said as he swung his fist at AJ's face.
Despite trying to de-escalate the situation, the unexpected blow caught AJ off guard. He stumbled backward as pain shot through his face. He touched his face gingerly, anger and pain replacing his previous demeanor.
"You son of a bitch," he spat, charging forward and tackling Brandon to the ground.
"Oh fuck," you said, running to get your phone to call for help.
AJ and Brandon continued to fight, fists flying and grunts of pain filling the air. It was a chaotic scene as the two boys rolled on the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand. As you ran to get your phone, you heard the sound of crashing and muffled swearing.
You first called the cops, telling them about the situation with your two friends fighting, and then you called Niko, AJ's best friend, who knew how to handle any situation.
As you called the cops and Niko, the fighting continued. The sound of punches and grunts echoed through the room, mixed with the occasional thud as one boy tackled the other.
Within minutes, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder as the police got closer to your house.
You couldn't bear to look at the guys fighting on your floor, where there was probably blood and scattered items.
The sight of your once peaceful home now turned into a chaotic mess was overwhelming. Items were scattered everywhere, and the sight of blood and your two friends fighting made your heart ache. The sound of approaching sirens grew louder, signaling the arrival of the police, who were coming to break up the fight.
The fighting continued and got louder as the two boys struggled, each trying to pin the other down. When the police arrived, they burst through the front door and immediately took in the chaotic scene. They quickly separated AJ and Brandon, shouting at them to calm down and stop fighting.
The two boys were roughly pushed apart by the police. Both AJ and Brandon were breathing heavily, their faces bloodied and bruised. The room was a mess, and the officers glanced around, absorbing the disarray.
One of the officers approached you, noticing your worried expression. “Are you the one who called us?” he asked.
“Yes, I did. I’m Yn,” you replied.
The officer gave you a reassuring smile. “We appreciate the call. Can you tell us what happened here?”
“Brandon was acting weird the whole time we were hanging out,” you explained. “He asked me to do something sexual, and when I refused, AJ defended me. But then Brandon got physical and punched AJ.”
The officer listened intently as you recounted the events, his expression growing more serious. “Alright, I see,” he said, taking notes in a small notebook. “So, Brandon was making unwanted advances and became aggressive when his advances were rejected?”
“Yes, that’s what happened.”
The officer nodded, jotting down a few more notes before looking back up at you. “And who is AJ? The one who was defending you?”
The officer nodded again, continuing to write in his notebook. “Alright, we’ll need to speak with him as well. Can you point him out to us?”
You pointed him out among the two boys, who stood beaten and bruised.
The officer followed your direction and spotted AJ, who was looking battered from the fight. He approached him, a serious look on his face. “Are you AJ?” he asked, confirming his identity.
AJ nodded, his voice hoarse. “Yes, that’s me.”
The officer wrote down a few more details. “I need to ask you a few questions,” he said. “Can you tell me what led up to the fight?”
AJ took a deep breath, wincing as he did so. “We were hanging out at Yn’s place,” he explained. “And Brandon was making her uncomfortable. He was being weird and crossing boundaries.”
The officer nodded, listening closely. “And what happened next?”
“I tried to defend her,” AJ said. “I told him to back off and respect her boundaries. But Brandon didn’t listen and threw the first punch.”
The officer made a few more notes. “I understand,” he said. “And then the fight escalated?”
“Yeah, it did,” AJ confirmed. “We started fighting, and things got out of control.”
The officer nodded, continuing to take down AJ’s statement. “Alright, I think I have enough information for now,” he said. “We’ll need to take a statement from Brandon as well.”
Just then, Niko arrived at Yn’s house, looking shocked.
Niko walked into the chaotic scene, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the bloodied and beaten boys and the scattered items on the floor. “What the hell happened here?” he asked, looking around in disbelief.
You led Niko out of the house and explained the situation.
Niko listened intently as you told him about what had unfolded. Anger flashed in his eyes when he heard about Brandon’s inappropriate behavior and the ensuing fight. “That jerk,” he muttered, clenching his fists. “I can’t believe Brandon would do that to you. How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine, really, just worried about AJ,” you said, glancing back at the door.
Niko placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “AJ is tough,” he said confidently. “He can handle himself. He was just defending you.”
“Besides,” Niko added with a smirk, “Brandon got it worse, didn’t he?”
“I was too scared to look,” you said, laughing.
Niko chuckled along with you, but his expression softened. “Hey, you don’t have to be scared,” he said. “AJ can take care of himself. He’s been in worse fights before.”
“Jeez, don’t remind me of his fights,” you said, walking back into the house to check on AJ.
Niko chuckled again as he followed you. He knew AJ had a history of getting into scraps, but he also knew his best friend was good at defending himself. As you both walked back into the living room, Niko spotted AJ sitting on the couch, looking roughed up but overall alright.
AJ looked up as you and Niko walked in. He managed a weak smile, his face still bruised and battered. “Hey,” he greeted you, his voice hoarse.
“You okay?” you asked, sitting down on the couch beside him and grabbing his hand.
AJ squeezed your hand back, his grip weak but reassuring. “I’ll be fine,” he promised. “Nothing a few ice packs can’t fix.”
Niko stood off to the side, watching the interaction between you and AJ with a smirk on his face.
“I was worried, you know.”
AJ’s expression softened as he looked at you. “I know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t want things to get out of control like that.”
“Niko, what are you doing here?” AJ asked.
Niko chuckled, crossing his arms. “I heard what went down and had to come check on my best friend,” he said, grinning. “Looks like things got pretty intense in here.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty intense for me to clean up,” you said, laughing.
AJ chuckled weakly, wincing slightly as he did so. “Sorry about the mess,” he said apologetically. “We kind of made a wreck in here.”
Niko chimed in, still smirking. “Yeah, looks like a hurricane went through here.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at Niko’s remark, picturing the chaotic scene before you. AJ rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, very funny,” he said dryly, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“If you’re okay to leave with the police, we can go get you some medicine at the doctor.”
AJ nodded, wincing as he moved to get up from the couch. “Yeah, I’m good to go,” he said, standing up with a grimace. “I could use some medicine for the throbbing pain.”
“Yeah, alright,” you said, and then heard a “Hey Yn!” yell from Brandon, who was standing in the kitchen with the police, now in cuffs.
You turned your head toward the kitchen where Brandon was being held by the police. He called out your name, and you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest. AJ’s grip on your hand tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. Niko stepped closer to you as well, ready to defend you if needed.
The police officer gave Brandon a warning look, but he seemingly ignored it and kept talking.
Brandon shot a glare at AJ, who stood by your side, before addressing you again. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice full of entitlement.
“I think we’re good, Brandon.”
Brandon’s expression hardened as you spoke, clearly unhappy with your response. He strained against the cuffs, trying to make his way toward you. “No, I’m not done talking,” he insisted, his voice rising. “I need to talk to you, alone.”
“Maybe another day,” you said, walking away.
Brandon looked at you with a mix of anger and desperation, frustrated that you wouldn’t give him the attention he felt he deserved. “You can’t just walk away! I’m not done talking to you!” he called after you. The police officer intervened, restraining Brandon and trying to calm him down.
You jumped in the car and drove AJ to the clinic with Niko tagging along.
The ride to the clinic was mostly silent, save for the sound of AJ’s occasional winces of pain. Niko sat in the backseat, stealing sidelong glances at you and AJ every now and then, noticing the concern etched on your face.
As you arrived at the clinic, you helped AJ out of the car and guided him into the waiting room. The receptionist took one look at the state of his face and immediately ushered you to a private room. Niko stayed nearby, watching quietly as the doctor examined AJ and administered some medicine for his pain.
The doctor looked over AJ’s injuries, checking his face and other areas where he took the brunt of the hits. “You got yourself into quite the fight, didn’t you?” the doctor remarked as he applied some ointment to a particularly nasty cut on AJ’s forehead.
“Not one your girlfriend would approve of,” the doctor said, looking at you.
You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks at the doctor’s comment and couldn’t help but glance over at Niko and AJ, who were both silently watching you.
AJ chuckled weakly, wincing as the doctor dabbed more ointment on his face. Niko, on the other hand, smirked, clearly enjoying the flustered expression on your face.
The doctor, oblivious to your actual relationship status with AJ, continued to chat with you, making assumptive comments regarding your supposed relationship. “So, how long have you two been together?” he asked, as he wrapped a bandage around AJ’s bruised knuckles.
“We’ve been friends for 9 years.”
The doctor looked surprised, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. “Oh, I see,” he said, seemingly confused. “You’re just friends?”
He finished wrapping the bandage on AJ’s knuckles and looked at you with a somewhat perplexed expression. “I just assumed, given how he’s defending you and how concerned you look,” he added, gesturing toward AJ, who was quietly sitting on the examination table.
You looked at AJ, but he was looking down.
AJ kept his gaze fixated on the floor, seemingly lost in thought. He didn’t seem to want to engage in the conversation about your relationship, preferring to let you answer the doctor’s questions.
Niko, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chuckled silently. He knew the truth about your relationship with AJ and found the doctor’s assumptions amusing.
“Well, here is his ointment, and make sure to change his bandages. This is the pain medicine he will be taking for the next week. You’re free to go,” said the doctor.
The doctor handed you a small paper bag containing the ointment and prescription medication for AJ. Niko stepped forward as you helped AJ off the examination table, ready to drive you all back home.
“Thanks, Doc,” AJ said hoarsely, his voice still raw from the earlier fight.
The doctor nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together as he spoke. “Take it easy the next few days. I’d advise avoiding any more fights.”
“Easier said than done,” AJ replied with a lopsided grin, wincing slightly as he did so. Niko chuckled beside you, shaking his head amusedly.
As they walked back to the car, you said, “AJ, are you okay going back to your house alone, or do you want to stay with me or Niko?”
AJ considered your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he weighed his options. He looked over at Niko, who had an eyebrow raised, waiting curiously for his answer. Then he looked back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. “Can I stay over at your place?” he asked finally, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
“Wow, you don’t want to stay with your best friend?” Niko said.
AJ chuckled weakly, rolling his eyes at Niko. “I’m tired and bruised, and I know she’ll take better care of me than you will,” he said jokingly, gesturing toward you.
“Okay then, let’s go back home so Niko can pick up his car,” you said, getting in the driver’s seat.
Niko mock-pouted, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I can be very nurturing,” he protested lightheartedly. AJ snickered as he slid into the passenger seat beside you.
As you all reached home, Niko said his goodbyes and drove back home. Then you and AJ walked into the big mess of his second home.
As you and AJ entered his place, you were struck by the disarray that had resulted from the earlier fight. The remnants of the struggle were still visible, with scattered items on the floor and signs of furniture being knocked over. AJ winced visibly as he looked around at the mess. “Sorry about this,” he apologized quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s fine,” Yn said. “You can sleep in my bed tonight, and I’ll treat you in there.”
AJ looked at you, his expression softening at your offer.
“You sure?” he asked, his voice a bit raspy. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”
“You’re more important right now; it’ll be fine,” Yn said, guiding AJ to her bed.
AJ followed you obediently, wincing slightly with every step as his body still ached from the earlier fight. He plopped onto your bed, a tired sigh escaping his lips.
He leaned back against the pillows, wincing as he shifted to a more comfortable position. His expression was a mixture of fatigue, pain, and a hint of vulnerability. It was clear that the events of the night had taken a toll on him.
“Are you too tired to eat anything, or do you want some soup?”
AJ thought for a moment, considering his stomach. Despite his weary state, he was feeling a bit hungry. “Some soup would be great,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse. “But only if it’s not too much trouble.”
“You’re good, AJ,” Yn said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek as she walked out of the room to make him some soup.
As you left the room, heading to the kitchen, AJ’s hand instinctively reached up to touch his cheek where your lips had just grazed him. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He settled back against the pillows, his heart rate slightly higher than before.
Ever since high school, AJ had harbored feelings for you. But the fear of ruining the strong bond that you had built as best friends over the years held him back from expressing his true emotions. He valued your friendship immensely and didn’t want to risk losing it by confessing his love.
Around 15 minutes later, Yn came back with the soup. “Here, eat up,” she said, sitting on the bed with the bowl in her hand and a spoon in the other, pointing it to his mouth.
AJ shifted a little, sitting up straighter against the pillows as you approached with the soup. He opened his mouth obediently as you fed him the first spoonful. The soup’s warmth soothed his sore throat, and he swallowed gratefully. “Thanks,” he mumbled quietly, his eyes meeting yours.
“Mhm,” Yn continued to feed him until the bowl was empty, then placed it on the bedside table.
With the bowl now empty, you placed it on the bedside table, your attention returning to AJ, who was now settling back against the pillows. He looked a bit more relaxed and at ease now, his earlier tension fading away. However, you still noticed a hint of discomfort on his face.
“You have some pajamas that you left here the last time you spent the night. Do you want to wear them?”
AJ nodded slightly, his voice still raspy as he replied, “Yeah, that’d be good,” he said quietly. “These clothes I’m currently wearing aren’t the most comfortable for sleeping in.”
You stood up from the bed and headed to your closet, searching for the pajamas that AJ had left behind on his previous stay. After a moment, you found them folded neatly: a comfortable pair of soft flannel pants and a loose-fitting shirt.
You brought the pajamas back to the bed, handing them over to AJ. “Here you go,” you said. “These should be more comfortable.”
“Do you need help putting them on?”
AJ considered your offer for a moment, his pride slightly reluctant to accept help. However, the pain and exhaustion from the day’s events were weighing heavily on him, making it difficult for him to move freely without wincing. He let out a small sigh and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do,” he admitted sheepishly.
You sat on the edge of the bed next to AJ, helping him carefully remove his current clothes. He winced slightly as you aided him, the movement causing pain to flare up in his bruised body.
Once he was undressed, you helped him put on the soft pajama pants first, followed by the loose-fitting shirt. The material felt cool and comfortable against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief as he settled back against the pillows.
“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice a bit hoarse. He adjusted his position slightly, trying to find a comfortable spot that would alleviate some of the pain in his bruised body.
“Okay, I’ll be back. I’m just going to change and get ready for bed.”
AJ nodded, watching as you headed out of the room to change into your own pajamas. Despite his weary state, his heart was still pounding from the feeling of your close proximity earlier when you helped him change.
He tried to steady his breathing as he waited for you to return, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of fatigue, pain, and the lingering emotions he felt for you.
Yn came back with her pink nightgown on and her face freshly washed. “Do you need anything before I go sleep on the couch?”
AJ looked at you as you entered the room, his eyes taking in your appearance in your nightdress. A pang of disappointment shot through him as you mentioned sleeping on the couch. He shook his head slightly, a hint of pleading in his eyes. “Stay,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Can’t you sleep in here?”
AJ nodded slightly, his expression earnest. “Yeah, with me.” Despite his pain and fatigue, there was a hint of desperation in his eyes, a desire to have you close by his side.
“Umm, okay,” she said, turning off the lights and crawling beside him.
As you turned off the lights and climbed into bed beside AJ, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The comfort of your presence next to him was both soothing and stirring, causing his heart rate to pick up again.
He shifted a little, his body still aching, and looked over at you in the dim light.
With you so close to him, AJ felt a wave of emotions wash over him. The warmth of your body next to him, the scent of your hair, and the memory of your touch earlier all combined to make his heart beat faster. His eyes searched your face in the dim light, and he swallowed hard before finally speaking. “I need to tell you something,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
“Tell me,” Yn said, turning to him.
AJ took a deep breath, his heart drumming loudly in his chest. “I… I have feelings for you,” he confessed quietly. “More than just friends. For a long time.” He clenched his fists, his eyes never leaving your face, trying to gauge your reaction to his confession.
The silence in the room was deafening as he waited anxiously for your response. The pain in his bruised body seemed to fade into the background as he focused all his attention on your reaction to his confession.
AJ’s breath caught in his chest as you spoke, his heart clenching nervously. He nodded slowly, keeping his gaze locked with yours. “Yes, really,” he replied hoarsely. “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but I was always too scared to tell you.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.
AJ’s eyes widened slightly as you leaned in to kiss him. His heart skipped a beat as your lips met his, a mixture of surprise and relief flooding through him. He returned the kiss hungrily, his hands moving to gently cup your face. Despite his bruised and battered body, the pain was momentarily forgotten as the world around them seemed to melt away.
Yn pulled away. “I’ve liked you ever since we became friends.”
AJ’s eyes searched your face, a mixture of bewilderment and joy etched on his features. “You have?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “All this time… you felt the same way too?”
AJ let out a disbelieving chuckle, a warm smile spreading across his face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing; you had liked him all this time. His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle yet filled with affection. “Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at you.
“Well, of course, I was too scared to say anything.”
AJ nodded, his expression understanding and compassionate. “I know the feeling,” he admitted, his smile filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “I was scared too.” He let out a small sigh, his body shifting a little closer to yours. “We’re idiots, you know that?” he said with a weary chuckle.
“I guess so. We know each other so well but couldn’t spot when we liked each other,” Yn said, laughing.
AJ chuckled in agreement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “And look at us now. Finally confessing to each other in the middle of the night with bruised bodies,” he said, shaking his head softly.
“I can’t believe you guys fought today. All that mess in my house.”
AJ winced slightly as he remembered the fight, guilt creeping into his expression. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I just…” His voice trailed off, his jaw clenching as he thought about the reason for the fight.
“It’s fine. I should be saying thank you, honestly. You protected me.”
AJ smiled weakly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Of course I’d protect you,” he said quietly. “I care about you a lot.” He reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers lacing gently with yours.
“Well, don’t do it all the time. I don’t like to see you in pain,” she laughed, holding on to AJ’s hand and bringing it up to her lips to kiss his bruised knuckles.
AJ chuckled softly, wincing only slightly as you gently kissed his bruised knuckles. “No promises, princess,” he teased, his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. “I’ll always protect you, even if it means getting battered and bruised. I can’t help it.”
“Alright, stink, let’s go to bed.”
AJ chuckled at your nickname for him, a small smile still on his lips. “Yeah, let’s go to bed,” he agreed, shifting slightly to get comfortable. His body was still aching, but the pain didn’t seem as overwhelming now that you were close. “Goodnight, princess,” he murmured as he closed his eyes, still holding onto your hand.
AJ drifted off to sleep, his hand still holding onto yours. His breathing stabilized, and his face softened as tiredness took over. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of his steady breathing.
