My Secret Savior (Jean x Reader) (modern)

Chapter 8

My parents didn't spill a word since the beginning of our dinner. They were just eating silently, sitting at the long side of my table, Jean and I were both at the opposite one. We started eating only 10 minutes before so their awkward questions could still arrive, but the later the better.
During these minutes I tried to peek Jean and his reactions while eating the omelette. Dad was right when he said that my mom was the best in making them, she was even better than Marco, and since Jean was 'the expert' I wanted to catch every single changement of his expressions. When he first put the fork with a piece of omelette inside his mouth his eyes widened so much that I believed they could explode and bounce in every direction. His cheeks turned a bit pink too and, even if he said nothing, I guessed that he was appreciating the meal. This made me smile a bit but fortunately no one seemed to notice.
When we all reached half of our omelette, mom started talking, breaking the dead silence between us.

"So, your name is Jean, right?" she asked.
"Yes, it is" Jean answered, glancing at my mom and smiling softly.
"Do you work, Jean?" she asked.
"Yes, I found a part-time job at Taste & Flavours as a waiter. Anyway, I'm still studying because I'd like to go to college next year" he answered calmly, eating his omelette.
"Oh, good! And how did you meet Y/N?" she asked.
And here we were with the questions...
I didn't contain a sigh and, even if everyone heard it, no one seemed to care.
"Y/N bumped into me while I was working" he simply answered, looking at his meal with a little smirk.
Mom nodded.
"And how long have you been dating?" she asked again.
I choked on my food. I knew it... my mom was already thinking that Jean and I were together...
Jean quickly beat my back with his hand, helping me breath.
"Are you ok?" he asked when he saw I was able to breath again.
I nodded, giving him a thankful glance.
"Mom..." I murmured, trying to get back from my choking "we're not dating"
"Oh, I thought you were since I saw you together" she said.
"We're not. Jean just helped me bring some things to my house since my bag broke" I explained, holding my glass full of water and taking a sip from it.
Mom nodded.
"Ah, ok. But you should!"
I didn't contain myself from spitting the water I was drinking back in my glass.
"You're disgusting..." I heard Jean whisper.
"I'm sorry...!" I whispered in return, trying not to yell it in front of my parents.
"Mom..." I started "can we talk about something else?"
"I'm just saying that he seems way better than that Rino that you were dating before" she said, giving me an apologising smile.
"His name was Reiner... and yes, Jean is better, but this doesn't mean that I have to date him. Also, Jean is in love with another girl" I commented, trying to finish my omelette without other problems.
"Oh, too bad" sighed my mom, while my dad was checking Jean out like if he was searching for a flaw in him.
"Yeah..." I whispered, getting the attention of everyone on me.
I quickly raised my glance while my cheeks were getting warmer.
I heard Jean bend his body over me.
His mouth reached my ear.
"If you are so interested in me I can still change my mind about Mikasa, y'know?" he whispered, smirking a bit, while a shiver crossed my spine as Jean's warm breath was meeting the skin of my neck.
"I didn't mean it..." I murmured, loud enough to make my parents hear "I was just saying that... that it's not easy to find a man like Jean and... and that I'd really like to find... someone like him" I stammered, not able to give good reasons to my answer. I actually didn't even know why I said such a thing...
Jean whispered again.
"Oh, you're so sweet, baby... if you want, I'm still free"
His breath caressed the skin of my neck again, making me shiver one more time.
I immediately kicked his leg under the table to make him shut up.
I forced a smile.
"Mom, your omelette is delicious, just like everytime!" I exclaimed, quickly changing the argument.
I heard Jean chuckle next to me while he was sitting normally on his chair, moving away from me.
"Thanks, dear" she smiled.
Dad looked at Jean.
"And you? What do you say about my wife's cooking abilities?" he asked.
Jean smiled.
"I think she is great. I never ate such a good omelette in my entire life. I guess I'll have to keep this secret to my mom or she will get jealous" he said, smirking a bit.
Dad and mom chuckled.
"Yes, you probably have to!" Exclaimed my dad.
I sighed, happy that the argument of our conversation had changed.

We finished our dinner and mom and dad decided to leave early.
Jean and I remained alone in my house.
"I think you should go now" I sighed, happy that everything was come to an end "it's only 8.30 PM, you're still in time to eat your second dinner" I added with a smirk.
Jean chuckled.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm happy that I've been able to meet your parents, Y/N" he said with a smirk.
"You are, I'm not. They practically have never met any of my boyfriends... I mean, none of them ate with my family so..."
"Guess someone had to start. And you are lucky that it was an amazing man like me to break the seal" he said, looking at me from top to bottom with a superior glance and a cocky smile.
I blushed a bit.
"Shut up, Kirschtein" I murmured, looking away from him.
Jean laughed.
"I love it when you're mad at me" he said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes while my cheeks were getting warmer and warmer.
"Don't get too used to it, Jean-boy. One day you'll regret it" I said.
Jean chuckled.
"If you say so" he said.
He raised his right arm and he moved his hand to my face, taking a tuft of my hair and putting it behind my ear while his smirk was slowly turning into a soft smile. My stomach started to jump and dance while my heart was increasing his speed, so much that I could hear it doing 'bum bum' against my chest.
I looked at him. His hazel eyes were following the movements of his hand and they were shining. He seemed so concentrated in what he was doing. His eyebrows moved making him do a softer expression. He was looking like the protagonist of a romantic movie stucked in the scene were he was about to kiss his partner. Did it mean it was about to happen?!

I instinctively turned my head to one side, avoiding Jean's glance.
"You should go now" I murmured.
"Fine. See ya, Y/N"

Jean left me alone at the front door of my house. I followed his walking, his hands in the pockets of his pants and his shoulders swinging up and down following his footsteps, until he disappeared from my view. I was still feeling the butterflies in my stomach since the moment Jean's hand touched my hair.
I didn't know what to think. I thought I had been in love enough times to know what it felt like. Instead, I was there, stucked with feelings I didn't know I had. Maybe it was just Jean, his glances, his way of being too cocky yet too kind, the way he looked in my eyes and the things his words and action made me feel that gave me the idea that I was in love. Maybe I just needed something different, someone that was able to show me some love, just because the only boys I dated weren't actually in love with me. And I? Was I actually in love with them?
I had never doubted about my feelings so much like in that moment. Was I actually in love with Jean?
If it was like that it was probably all Jean's fault.