when we were young

trust

author's note

❂ hey everyone, I MISSED YOU ALL!! SORRY FOR THE DELAY WITH THIS CHAPTER LOL AND THANK YOU TO ALL WHO'VE STUCK AROUND. i got sick and then finals for my school came around smh ALSO i've decided to be a big girl and actually started to use proper capitalization in this fic LOL i honestly wish i did that from the beginning but i never expected anyone besides me and @jaegarfarted to ever read this shit LOL

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[play pretty boy by the neighborhood]

You were one of the first girl's to wake up in the bunks the following morning and the first thing you thought of when you woke up was Jean.

You wondered if he was awake too by now, and if so, what he could be doing.

He was probably still asleep.

You wondered what that could look like. Your mind began to flood with images of Jean turned over on his pillow and buried in the same cream colored sheets all of the cadets were given. Your heart felt so warm as you imagined him softly snoring, his chest moving ever so slightly, up and down as he dreamed away. His mouth probably hung barely open as drool gathered on the pillow beneath him, looking peaceful as ever.

The sun shined through the windows of the girl's bunks as you got lost more in your daydream about Jean sleeping. You start to think about Jean's face more, even beyond what it looked like sleeping. You were thankful for your little prank last night you pulled on him because it gave you a perfect opportunity to truly see Jean's face up close and personal.

He was so pretty it almost hilarious to you. The way he had his hair cut and the way it was colored was something you never really saw another boy do. How it was dark on the sides and all around and topped with some type of light brown swoop. To be blatantly honest, it was incredibly hot to you.

A trait you found incredibly attractive was when guys grew out their hair, not too long but just enough to barely touch their shoulders. It was something you noticed with some of Paul's friends he would bring home growing up. A lot of the time when they would come to your house, it would be after Paul and them were gone for months in battle. Because of being gone for so long, they would have no choice but to grow their hair out and you couldn't help but to find that physical trait so attractive. That admiration stuck with you ever since.

You wondered if Jean would ever grow his hair out like that, maybe a little above his shoulders? The thought of Jean with longer hair is enough for you to want to scream in your pillow and run laps. He already looked so good. This world didn't deserve to be blessed with Jean with long hair.

When you stared at his eyes last night you just saw how pretty they were, even in the moonlight. Even when he was cupping your face or when you ran your fingertips across his wounds, his eyes were so intense. They were darker, maybe a lighter brown? It was difficult to see since it was nighttime but Jean's stare was intimidating nonetheless.

Jean's hands were fucking massive too. You swore you've never seen a guy's fingers so long before. There was no need for you to be so surprised, Jean was so tall, another trait you found attractive about him. He also kept his fingernails clean and cut, you noticed this even behind the blooding gushing out of his knuckles. Personal hygiene within boys was always a plus. But maybe that's why you held his hand for so long last night. You were just in complete awe with how big his hands were and guiding his hand to hold your own face was just your pathetic subconscious wanting to feel his enormous hands on you. Shit, you could literally hold one of his hands with both of yours. You only held one other boy's hands before and it was nothing like touching Jean's.