lure [joji x reader]

when the party's over.

"Just fucking get out. I don't wanna hear shit (Y/n)." Joji looks like he's two sentences away from crying. And you feel like everything in your world has died. Shriveled up like a flower past her season.

"Joji please-" You call out, but he shoves past you and slams the bedroom door shut. You stand there. Staring.

Two months earlier:

You sat on the edge of your shared bed with your boyfriend. Staring at your hands. It was a one-time thing... right? It wasn't cheating. You just kissed him. It wasn't cheating. It wasn't cheating.

But it was. The club was so exciting, you felt whatever alcohol in your system multiply whatever confidence you had. And it was so exciting. The way that guy, his name was Alex or some shit, put his hands on your waist. You were supposed to be with your friends. But the way he touched you was so exciting. And when you made out with him it felt right. 

I was drunk... I was drunk... Sounded more like a delusion than an excuse. You hold your head in between your knees and wrap your arms around your body to offer some sort of comfort to yourself.

How were you going to tell Joji? 

Godddamnit. He was going to be home in about an... You check your phone. Time had flown by and you didn't even notice. 15 minutes.

You have to tell him. That's what a good person would do...

On that white-down comforter, your mind starts to wander somewhere different.

It was a club Joji will never go to. Most of my friends were black-out drunk by the time I was with Alex. I will never talk to this person again. You sigh and stare at the dresser in the room. Maybe it could tell you what to do.

But I'm a good person. I have to tell him. I have to. 

After a good few more minutes of pondering, the sound of keys unlocking a door open. And you hear Joji's soft footsteps enter the apartment. You feel nauseous. Sick. So much shame fills your body.

"(Y/n)?" Joji calls out, he knows you're here. You're not working today. You want to bury yourself in a hole and die.

"You okay?" You jump as Joji stands in the doorway of the bedroom. You feel a gigantic lump in your throat as he stares at you puzzled.

Something in your mind decides at that very moment. Preservation? Guilt? 

"Just stressed about work." You smile at him, Joji nods and tells you he's gonna go make dinner and you should come help. He smiles that cute little smile. It almost makes you feel better.

You get up and whatever guilt you had, you mentally bury in that dresser.

One month and one week earlier:

"Alex..." You giggle as he kisses down your neck. You grip his hair as he makes his way back up to your lips and attacks them. You feel utterly alive.

I'm happy. Joji would want that. 

Your drunk brain is sure of that.

joji <3
hey babe,
when are you coming home?
miss you :)

One month and three weeks later:

You were on the couch with Joji, watching a movie. Your phone buzzed and you looked at it. It was Alex. You smiled to yourself as you read his texts.