𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

³⁰ heartbreaker

✧.* LOVERBOY ღ

How could he? How could he possibly give you such a dilemma with a calm expression written on his face? As if it was so easy to leave you. It felt like time had slowed as you watched him slip between the crowds of people on his way out of the door without so much as a glance over the shoulder. Your breath hitched and you felt your chest getting tight before you called out to him, "Jean-," but it only came out as a small whisper. You swallowed aggressively before your feet started moving, slowly, then gradually moved faster so you were chasing after him and excusing yourself past the people as you did.

You stretched your hand out and grabbed his shoulder in which he turned around eagerly while a slight grin attempted to form, "I knew you wouldn't give up on us-," His sentence was cut short by the impact of your hand striking him across his cheek.

JEAN POV
Yesterday

He groaned as his eyes fluttered and the morning sun blinded him. His arm had gone numb from your head laying on it while one of your arms laid across his chest. He made sure not to wake you by carefully removing your arm away and sliding out of the bed, resulting in him falling off the edge and making a thump sound. He quickly jolted up to check that you were still resting peacefully and let out a sigh of relief when he saw your eyes still glued shut.

He made his way into the bathroom and got ready to meet his friends so they could practice at Eren's. They used the extra bedroom he had as a studio. He put on clean clothes then went into the kitchen for breakfast. He realized you would be recovering from a hangover when you woke up and that you'd be too lazy to make breakfast, meaning you wouldn't eat. So, he ate and started cooking your breakfast.

He wrapped the plate in plastic wrap and stuck it in the refrigerator with a note once he finished. He poked his head into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of you still sound asleep and curled up. He quietly walked to you, planting a kiss on your forehead before grabbing his things to leave the apartment.

He made the usual twenty-minute drive to Eren's, parking in the lot. The elevator went up to the third floor and he walked a short distance beforing knocking at the door. It opened but Mikasa answered instead of Eren, "Oh hey! Come in."

"Hey Mika," he walked by her into the apartment and looked around with the premonition it would be more lively with her here. He was right, it was less bare than when it only had the necessary furniture. He walked to the room in the back after greeting Mika and started practicing with Eren and Connie.

They practiced for two hours when they noticed that there was something off with Jean by the way he kept zoning out between their conversations. Mikasa popped in for a quick second and said, "I'm going to work. See you guys later on at your show." Eren cleared his throat, "Wait. Let's take a break. I'll grab a pizza from across the street."

He left the room with Mikasa, glaring at Connie and tilting his head toward a crouched over Jean before closing the door. Connie nodded then sat on the floor with his legs crossed in front of Jean, "Hey man. So, uh what's going on with you?"

He sighed and strummed a random chord on his guitar then leaned his head back, rubbing his temples, "I'm just thinking about the tour and how it'll probably mess things up with me and Y/N."

"You were away for two weeks and that was fine, wasn't it?"

"Two weeks is nothing compared to almost a year, Connie."