open to m/f/nb suggested connection: ex that dumped him even though they’re still totally in love with him bc he’s a hot mess
J.D knew he shouldn’t be here; truthfully, he didn’t even know why he was here. He doubted they were going to let him in. But even so, he found himself standing at their door, completely drunk, knocking way too loud considering it was the middle of the night. He knew the smarter idea was to just go home, but he couldn’t help it. This was the one person he’d ever actually given a shit about, but like everything else, he’d managed to fuck it up. The only problem was that this time, he couldn’t stop caring about the fact that he’d fucked it up. When the door finally opened, his eyes bloodshot eyes met theirs and despite the fact that seeing them made his heart ache, he couldn’t help the little smile that quirked his lips up. “Hey,” he said. “I uh...I was in the neighborhood, figured I’d drop by.” His eyes trailed over the t-shirt they were wearing, almost positive it had belonged to him at some point. “You look good.” he said in a low voice, taking a step closer and hoping his charm could win them over just one last time.












