I was having a conversation with my friend, and we were talking about what if this happened. And I just. Omg.

Marius and the rest were at the café, waiting for two more people to show up. Grantaire and Enjolras. They were always the first, and it was odd for them to be late at any time. It either meant they were still sleeping (which was rare for Enjolras, but not for Grantaire), or something was very wrong. After a half an hour of waiting and sitting around, sipping at alcohol (though Marius didn't drink too much, he declined the drinks for now) they knew that something was up, something was happening that wasn't right.

"I'm going to go look for them. I'll be right back," Marius stood up, making his way out of the front of the café and down the street. First he would check where he normally saw Enjolras. He made his way their quickly, walking swiftly through the crowds of the street till he got to his destination, and placed his hand on the doorknob and turned. It was open, surprisingly. He thought Enjolras would be the one to lock up securely.

He made his way up the stairs, hearing feint, muffled noises—though he couldn't make out what they were. They sounded like noises of pain. Having this in mind, he rushed up the stairs faster, standing at the top of the stairs and listened carefully to see which door it was behind.

Marius went up to the first door, pressing his ear against it. Not this one. The second door. Nope. The third door—this was it. He placed his hand on the doorknob and turned, opening the door. It swung open and he spoke instantly.

"Enjolras, you're late for the meet—" He froze at the sight of Grantaire sitting on a bed, Enjolras on his lap and they were kissing each other feverishly; moans and gasps coming from both of them (though mostly Enjolras). Grantaire was trailing kisses and bites along Enjolras' collarbones and neck; Enjolras' shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. Marius was sure that his trousers were undone also, because his hips bucked occasionally—Marius didn't even want to think why he was doing that, but he didn't see Grantaire's other hand in sight.

A gasp came from Grantaire as he noticed Marius standing in the doorway.

"I—I guess you two aren't coming tonight! Well, you are—but not to the meeting- I'm going to leave now." He spoke all in one breath as he ran out and slammed the door behind him. He didn't hesitate to run out of the front door and push his way through the crowded streets; not caring about the people who he ran into and cursed at him, yelling a quick "I'm sorry!" as he passed. He kept going until he jogged into the café, out of breath.

"Where's Enjolras and Grantaire? We need them here!" Courfeyrac sounded very irritated, he just wanted to get on with the meeting already; they had much to discuss.

"They're coming—not at the meeting—They're—I—I'm going to go home now!" Marius didn't wait for their reply as he turned on his heel and ran out of the café, making his way to his apartment and opening the front door; running inside. When he got to the top of the stairs, he slid down the wall and started sobbing.

Eponine heard the crying, and instantly was concerned. She raced out of her room and kneeled down by Marius, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Marius, Marius, are you okay?" She spoke quickly, her eyebrows furrowed nervously.

"I—I just—don't talk to me," Marius didn't take his head out of his hands, still covering his face. She frowned and muttered "Alright…" Obviously hurt as she went back to what she was doing.

The next day, Enjolras felt bad for Marius walking in on them like that AND missing the meeting. They wanted to apologize to him, so they made their way up to him when they saw him in the street near his apartment.

"Hey, Marius," Enjolras spoke up once they were near him. Marius froze and looked up, pink dusting his features.

"H—Hey," Marius forced a smile, feeling awkward around the pair.

"Sorry about what happened yesterd—" He didn't have time to finish before Marius scurried inside his house and slammed the door, going into his room and building a barricade over the door with his bed and his desk. They followed him upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Marius, we just want to talk to you!" Grantaire yelled, knocking on the door.

"Please don't talk to me," Marius sat on the bed behind the door, blushing from ear to ear and hugging his knees to his chest. The pair just sighed and made their way out of Marius' apartment. They would deal with this some other time.