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You watched how affectionate George was with Jon as the singer wrapped his arms around the drummer. As a childhood friend who stuck with George throughout the years, he was affectionate with you but in some way it was...different. They were a perfect couple. But that wasn't the case. You knew what went on behind closed doors because George would tell you while sobbing.
Through the sobs, you learned Jon was the inspiration for "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me" but George wasn't willing to reveal that to the band just yet. Their embrace was picture worthy and every picture of them captured their happiness and the love surrounding them. Oh, and of course you were caught staring right when you were going to look away. George's eyes filled with worry as he spotted your face (it was clearly expressing your fierce mental battle with yourself). Despite his worry, that look of jealousy sent an excited wave through Boy George.
George removed himself from Jon, ignoring the curious glance from the man as he made his way over to you. Sensing this was a private matter, George led you to another room by the hand, shutting the door of what seemed like a living room. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" George asked, "Did you see something you didn't like?" He joked quickly after, his eyes still expressing his concern. He placed his hand against your cheek in a soothing gesture. You couldn't help but give a dry laugh at his latter comment.
You swiftly bit your lip, pondering on what you were going to say. You chose to tell him the truth instead of bullshitting (George would be able to tell straight away anyways), "You and Jon are such a wonderful couple," George was about to interrupt but you continued on, "You're very affectionate with him and I'm...jealous." You said, the words leaving a sour taste in your mouth, your face twisting into a pout. As George thought about your words, he knew that Jon made him feel more hurt than love, but he couldn't help himself. You made him feel loved and whole but he wanted to think on that more.
"(Y/n), Jon isn't the love of my life. I'm not at that point yet nor am I with the right person to be at that point." George clarified. He saw a spark of hope in your eyes.
"Does that mean there could be a future for us?" You questioned.
"There could be." George replied and the more he looked into (e/c) eyes, the more he became sure of a future with you. You definitely reciprocated the feeling. "I need time to think." The lead singer of Culture Club said breathlessly as the two of you leaned in closer. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and he decided to leave you with the effects of the kiss.
Astonished and electrified, you pressed a hand to your cheek, your body buzzing with tons of emotions.