Fics like sugar, we're going down swinging (we've never been better)

Wow. Wow. Jake was actually going to jail. They would have to pry this moron's neck from under Jake's cold, dead hands. “And you don’t look smart enough to operate a cereal box, yet here you are.” The guy chuckled. This motherfucker LAUGHED in Jake's face and turned slightly to snatch the box Jake had been clearly eyeing — and that’s when Jake remembered it. The sliver of Calvin Klein waistband peeking over the top of his sweatpants. Bold, white letters, clear as day. Calvin Klein. Jake stared for a second too long, then grinned, a devious idea lighting up the bulb in his brain. His mother would be so disappointed in him. Without a moment’s hesitation, fueled by righteous rage and petty spite, he grabbed a fistful of the band and yanked them sky high. Jake not so accidentally wedgies a guy in the produce aisle. In hindsight, it was a terribly decision, because all Jake was trying to do after the breakup, was move and rebuild himself, Layla in tow. It's not his fault that God's Favorite Idiot, Lee Heeseung, enjoyed making him suffer.

Fics like sugar, we're going down swinging (we've never been better)

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