indefinite love (jean x fem!reader)

twenty five

yo i forgot this shit existed! i hope some of you sickos still sticking around and reading my shit even tho its been like 6 months since i last updated! anyways love u all and im so sorry but thank you for all the recent support <3

"Okay, but isn't everything good? Like you both apologized and- and made up so I'm a bit confused here." Jonah said quite fast over the phone after you had told him everything that went down.

Yes, everything was good between the two of you now, except that girl. You didn't want to think he was a liar, but...
"But what if he lied about her? What if it was his clothing and what if she doesn't even work with him? He could be bullshitting me for all I know." you shrugged, keeping the phone in place by your ear as you folded your cover.

"God, [Y/N], you're making me lose my mind right now. I'm sure everything is as good as it will always be. He likes you a lot, no?" he gently said.

"My bad, I'm sorry. I just don't know anymore, you know?"

-

"Yeah since that show kinda flopped we have another one coming up in a few weeks. You should come for sure." Jean began with a mouthful of a corndog, wearing his beige shorts, black tee, and dark sunglasses.

You nodded, downing lots of your cold drink.
The whole thing between you and Jean felt like just hours ago, but weeks had already passed since then. You still felt the feeling of jealousy and deception buried deep in you, it was bound to resurface at one point or another.

But Jean was the sweetest. You were almost positive it was a work thing. He would never do that to you.

"Hello~?" Jean questioned you, stoping his steps as his hand waved fast in front of your face.

"Did you hear me?" he asked, getting you to get out of your zone.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

"Okay, then, what'd I just say?"

"You said that- you said that corndog was really...good..."

He sighed deeply with a smile, then pushing his glasses up past the bridge of his nose.
"What's on your mind right now?" Jean questioned, glaring at you dimly.

"What? Where'd that come from? That's a weird question to ask, you know." you spat out hastily, tucking your hair behind your ears with your free hand.

He definitely knew something was up, but you weren't able to tell him either because then he would know you were overthinking and overthinking is never good because that means you don't trust him and when you don't trust him it- it all just falls apart. Better to let those thoughts go.

"I promise everything is good though." you smiled, glancing at him and away fast before your smile could fade.

-

"You'd have to ask Connie girly, I have no idea who they work with. Or just ask Jean, even though he probably already told you." Sasha said muffled, while folding her towel.

"I already seem crazy to him, I can't stop thinking about it and I don't want to bring it up weeks later." you stressed, throwing your head way over the edge of her bed.

Sasha couldn't really help you, even telling her everything wasn't doing much. "Maybe just believe him, I guess." she shrugged, tossing the pile of folded laundry onto her nightstand.

"I'm tryinggg~" you mumbled over your hands dragging down your whole face. "Or go ask that girl herself because she'd probab-"

"No."

"Why not?"

"That is the most crazy bitch thing I could do, he'd know I went to talk to her."

"Mk, whatever then. I honestly don't know how to get you past this."