Mine 2 | Yandere!JJBA x Reader

➷ Jonathan | Envy

It was early morning, the sun just now peeking its way through the curtains of the living room.

The old gramophone perched upon the small round table was playing a soft melody, one that brought ease to the two occupants in the room. Bellies full of a warm yet hearty breakfast, the couple takes their time to enjoy each other's presence.

Jonathan was lying upon one of the comfier couches, his head nestled against your plush thighs. As you run your fingers through his hair, he couldn't help but melt at your touch. Such a tender touch made him feel euphoric, almost similar to the time he had snuck a taste of one of his father's favorite wines.

Sighing softly, Jonathan watches as a smile pulls at your lips, your eyes solely focused on him. The man basks in your attention, soaking up all the affection you were willing to give him. 

"I love you, [Y/n]." He confesses, his hand raised to cup your cheek.

You don't verbally respond to his confession. Instead, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand.

Jonathan feels his face grow warm at your small display of affection. The lack of response does not bother him because that simple kiss told him your answer.

As he takes in your loving gaze, he feels a sense of trepidation slowly well within the pit of his stomach.

The unease is a familiar feeling, one he could never completely get rid of. Doubts begin to plague his mind, causing a sense of anxiety to course through him.

"[Y/n], are you happy?" The question was asked before he could suppress it.

The question causes you to stop running your fingers through his hair.

"Of course." Your answer is instant, the words easily falling from your lips.

Strangely enough, that does not ease his growing concerns. So, he pulls his hand away from your cheek and sits up to face you. 

"Are you happy here with me?" He asks, your hands held within his grasp.

"You always make me happy, Jojo." You give his hands a gentle squeeze.

Jonathan is mildly soothed by this, the tension within his body easing. 

"I love you." The words fall from his lips again with ease, almost like that of a prayer.

Once again, you do not respond to his confession.

Unbothered, Jonathan continues to repeat them. As he leans close to you, he's determined to express his adoration in the simplest of forms.

A shared kiss between lovers is common, something he couldn't help but yearn for whenever he's in your presence.

As Jonathan is prepared to pull you close, he notices the grip you held upon his hands loosens.

Brows furrowing, he pulls his gaze away from your lips and focuses on your sudden vacant expression.

The peaceful atmosphere then becomes despondent, the record screeching. Jonathan flinches as the melody playing becomes staticky, the notes muffled. The sunlight begins to dim, further disrupting his time with you.

As this happens, you pull away from Jonathan and stand to your feet.

"[Y/n], what's wrong?" Alarmed, Jonathan reaches for you.  

You don't answer. Instead, you move past him and head toward the double doors of the living room.

Realizing you were planning to leave, he quickly rises to his feet to follow after you.