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the swedish job

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as soon as they got back sebastian raided the fridge. he could hear elliott in his room, writing. there was no one else home.

he set down his loaded plate as five entered the kitchen. hey, where's diego's psyco girlfriend? he asked.

"no idea...is elliott here?"

he nodded and continued making a sandwich. he held it out to five, who accepted it and sat down at the table.

"i found something in dad's office," he said, putting his food down. he reached into his pocket to show sebastian a folded piece of paper.

"i know where we can find him. it's an invitation."

the curly haired teen nodded, but he was more focused on five's bleeding ear. he picked up a napkin and dabbed at it gently.

"this is serious, seb."

so are infections. stay here.

he went down the hall and into the bathroom for bandaids and a wet washcloth, then returned.

five looked away as his ear was treated, cheeks red in embarrassment. "i can take care of myself."

sebastian smiled cheekily and set the washcloth down. no you can't, that's what i'm here for. i look away for three seconds and a monkey scratches you.

"chimpanzee.." he mumbled.

whatever.

he unwrapped the bandaid and five groaned. it was bright red with stars on it. he allowed it to be stuck over his cut, however, just for the grin on the other boy's face.

sebastian put the cloth to the side and returned to making a sandwich, which he wolfed down quickly. he tried to stifle a yawn, but five caught him covering his face.

"you tired?"

he shook his head, but another yawn ruined the lie. i'm good, he persisted. i'll stay up to make sure diego's okay.

the taller raised a brow and gave him an 'are you fucking kidding me?' look.

sebastian crossed his arms and leaned back defiantly.

five shook his head and grabbed him by the shoulders, then blinked into his room. "you need to sleep, seb." he not-so-gently pushed him onto the bed in the corner and turned to go.

he stopped when he heard footsteps following him. he looked back and sighed.

"i'm not joking, you look exhausted." five raised a finger and pointed at his eyes. "bags don't lie, seb."

sebastian shoved his hand down and tried to muscle his way past him, but five just took hold of his arms again and blinked back to the bed.

"so help me god, i will make you sleep if it's the last thing i do."

when's the last time you slept? he countered. he looked away uncomfortably at the question. hypocrite.