A/N: Hey, what's up you guys? So…I don't even know why you guys are still reading this…Everything I write is crap. LOL. Okay, so I'm gonna try to make the Jagan ones better…Okay, for me, Jagan is really hard to write because Logan is my least favorite…Don't get me wrong, I like Logan but I just don't get why you guys LOVE him…So, leave a review telling me why you love Logan…

-KENLOS-

"Kendall, do you think I'm fat?" Carlos asked, squeezing his arm, only to feel something soft.

"No, of course not, baby!" Kendall said walking over to the couch to give his boyfriend a hug. "Uh…Well, maybe…You are beginning to…Get a little soft now," Kendall added, patting Carlos on the stomach.

"Then, can we like, go to the gym or something?" Carlos asked. He was a little embarrassed. He's really been letting himself go. He's been eating too much lately and he hasn't done a stunt or something in like, a week.

"Yeah, sure! I wouldn't miss the chance to see you work out," Kendall said, chuckling. They changed into some clothes appropriate for gym and headed out.

Once they walked in the gym, Carlos noticed all the huge, big, scary looking guys there. Some people were carrying huge barbells that he was sure he couldn't lift. Even in his dreams.

"Don't be scared, baby…I'm gonna be kicking their asses if they get anywhere near you," Kendall said, wrapping an arm around Carlos' waist. They walked over to a treadmill. Kendall gestured for Carlos to get on. Carlos stepped on the treadmill, setting it to fifteen minutes and began running.

"Aw, baby, you can't do any faster than that?" Kendall teased.

"Oh, shut up, Kendy," Carlos said, chuckling. He made the treadmill go faster and faster to impress Kendall but at some point, it went to fast and he stumbled down the floor. Kendall helped him up and laughed softly.

"Carlos, you don't have to impress me! I already love you!" Kendall said, kissing Carlos on the cheek. "You wanna try lifting the barbells?" Kendall asked. Carlos nodded and searched for an empty bench press. There weren't any empty ones. All of them were occupied by either a huge guy with big muscles or a dude who's heavily tattooed.

"Uh…Kendall? I don't think there are any empty—"

"Then, we'll ask them to let us borrow the bench press for a moment!" Kendall interrupted. They searched for the most harmless looking guy and asked him if they could borrow the bench press. Well, guess what? The most harmless looking guy had a piercing on his tongue and a huge dragon tattoo covering his right arm.

"Uh…Excuse me…Can we like, borrow that for a second? My boyfriend's gonna use it," Kendall asked. The guy stood up and he was way taller than him.

"No…I'm using it…Your boyfriend? Is this him?" The guy asked, squeezing Carlos' cheek. The guy chuckled and suddenly slapped Carlos across the face. Carlos fell to the floor, a red mark on his face. Kendall went furious and shoved the guy who did that.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? What has he ever done to you?" Kendall asked, fuming. The guy shoved him harder and he fell to the floor beside Carlos. The guy went on top of him and landed punches on his face, giving him bruises everywhere. Carlos watched in horror, seeing the guy he loves getting beat up. Tears flowed down his cheeks. The guy stood up and chuckled evilly before leaving the gym. All the other people in the gym didn't even seem to care about what happened. They just continued doing what they're doing like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Carlos crawled over to Kendall who had his eyes closed. He brushed his hand against one of Kendall's bruises, getting a whimper in response.

"K-Kendall? Kendy?" Carlos said, planting a kiss on his beanie wearing boyfriend's cheek.

"Carlos…" Kendall managed to choke out.

"Kendall, you're an idiot! Why would you do that?" Carlos asked with unshed tears in his eyes.

"I did it for you...That guy hurt you and…I had to do something about it…Take me to the hospital already…My face hurts," Kendall said, closing his eyes.

Carlos sighed and carried Kendall to go take him to the nearest hospital. Sometimes, he thought Kendall did too much for him but Kendall loved him and that was the most decent reason.

-JAGAN-

It's that time of year again. The day he has to go to the barber shop to have his hair cut. He liked his hair the way it was but Mrs. Knight said it was getting too long so he had to go and cut it. He was extremely nervous. There was always something bad that happened every time he went to the barber shop. Last time he went there, the barber accidentally shaved his head. The time before that, the barber accidentally cut four inches when he specifically said two.

"Hey, James! What's up?" Logan greeted walking into their room.

"Mrs. Knight wants me to go to the barber shop to cut my hair but…I really, really don't want to…Remember what happened the last time?" James asked, running his hands through his hair, treasuring every moment he had left with it.

"Yeah, I remember…You were so freaked out that you passed out when you looked at yourself in the mirror," Logan said, sitting down beside James on the bed.

"I don't wanna cut my hair! I like it like this!" James whined, blowing a strand of hair away from his face.

"James, I love your hair too but Mrs. Knight said so," Logan reminded.

"But every time I go to the barber shop, sometime wrong happens!" James said, taking both of Logan's shoulders and shaking him.

"Uh…Okay, well…What if I cut your hair?" Logan said, raising a pale finger.

"But baby, you've never really been good at that kind of stuff," James pointed out.

"Just trust me," Logan said, kissing James on the cheek before grabbing his hand and taking him to the bathroom. "Stay here…I'll be back with a blanket, a plastic chair and some scissors," Logan said, walking out of the bathroom.

James was still nervous. Logan never had any experience with cutting hair. His boyfriend has never been very artsy or creative. Art was Logan's worst subject. He drew people as stick figures and whenever he drew flowers, they looked more like satellites. He was cut off from his thoughts when he felt a blanket being wrapped around his neck.

"Okay, James…Just relax…Sit on this chair over here," Logan said pulling out a plastic chair. James sat on it and sighed as he saw heard the snipping of scissors. James closed his eyes. What if Logan accidentally cut too much? What if he left a bald spot on his head? What if he accidentally cut his ear off? James looked down, seeing a small pile of his beautiful brown hair on the floor. He bit his lip, nervous.

"Okay, it's done, Jamie!" Logan announced cheerfully.

James took a deep breath before slowly opening his eyes and letting out a tiny gasp. He looked great. In facts, he looked better than before. He was really surprised. He looked at Logan who had a big smile on his face. He walked right over to him and gave him a hug.

"Logan, how did you do this? I mean—How come my hair looks awesome?" James asked, running his hands through his hair.

"Well…You're right, James…I've never really been too good with hair but I guess I know what looks good on you!" Logan said, picking up the pile of hair on the floor before throwing it in the trash. James chuckled before pulling Logan into a kiss. He never failed to amaze him.

A/N: LOL. EPIC FAIL. Now, THAT has got to be the worst Jagan I've ever done! I have now stepped into a new level of epic fail-ness! I congratulate myself for being the most epic-est epic fail in the whole entire BTR fandom! YAY! I'm a loser! Now, go ahead and review about how much of a fail I am! Looking back at my stories, I've never wrote a win. LOL.