Justin Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

We scrambled in, breathless, the storm raging outside like it was pissed we'd intruded. The cave was shallow but dry, the air cool and musty. We shook off the water, but the chill seeped in fast. Justin stripped off his wet shirt without hesitation, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with blonde hair, abs that rippled as he wrung out the fabric. I couldn't look away, my eyes tracing the V dipping into his jeans. 'Your turn,' he said, smirking, but his gaze was hungry, flicking over my soaked clothes.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

He had a very strong opinion of the boys in my school and made it very clear that he would break my leg if I dared to hang out with them. "Then, gate it is." Justin grinned and winked at me. He looked so damn hot in a white T-shirt. I was kind of curious about what he would look like in a suit. My heart was pounding fast all the way while I was going home. I still couldn't believe it was true while I was standing in front of my wardrobe. Then, I realized that I had nothing to wear. Nothing but jeans and plain T-shirts. I couldn't show up at the homecoming party with Justin in jeans!

While they are putting some aesthetic to my face, I glance at my twin brothers enter the room, and my chest feels heavy as they approach me. They look so hot! Jean is wearing a red crop top suit showing his magnificent abs, partnered with black pants and white shoes. The crop top has a red rose embroid to it using gold strings. Jason has the same style, yet he is wearing a full blue suit, not a crop top, but black shorts with long white socks and black shoes.

Men fall over themselves for her as much as they do to Stace. Justin plays a little diddy on the piano and synthesiser; he looks like a rough biker, long unkempt hair tied up into a top knot and a long shaggy beard; he is all muscle and tatts and loves to show them off. I don’t think Justin owns a t-shirt or even a shirt, for that matter. If he could play nude, he would. He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining.

The restaurant wasn’t a really big one, which was the most perfect for my mood right now, because I hadn’t even put in a lot of effort while getting dressed up. Justin was dressed in a grey shirt, which was rolled to the top of his arms. As usual, they couldn’t go past his elbows because of his muscles. The top few buttons of his shirt was also opened, while his suit jacket was probably in his car. If I didn’t know him by heart, then I’d have been convinced that he had done all this to himself on purpose just to look insanely hot. But, since I knew him, I know that his shirt is currently in this state because he’s stressed out and tired from working in the office since morning.

He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Justin. He is wearing a plain shirt with the logo of a Darth Vader, denim shorts, and sneakers. He got his hair placed neatly just like Marian's. Justin thought that they will be going to some sort of a luxurious birthday party because of how expensive their tiny shirts and dresses looked. He crouched down and asked what is his name.

We are on the last row, on the last step, making it easy to see everyone around. As usual, we go unnoticed, and everybody is among their clicks and friends. Unconsciously, I looked around, taking in the faces of those present, and suddenly, I locked eyes with Justin. I felt my breath catch in my throat. He was looking so handsome, dressed in a nice outfit of blue blazers and a black turtleneck shirt with matching pants. I could see the muscled outline of his chest, bulging through the fabric. His chestnut brown hair was sleek and perfectly parted to the side.

My veins appeared in my forehead because of anger. I rushed towards the door and Justin opened it. My eyes widened in shock when I saw him not wearing anything except for his boxer shorts. "What the hell? Where are your clothes?" I asked. "I realized that drinking coffee is not enough to remove the spirit of alcohol in my body so I wanna take a bath. Can I borrow your towel for a while?" I admit, Justin has a nice body and I could not help but to look at his almost naked body.