◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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Now, it was you who was avoiding Jean.
The distant chatter of a beautiful brunet and his blonde companion was nothing more than faint distortion with the way Jean now invaded your thoughts. With your cheek pressed against the palm of your nervously shaken hand, the other five set of fingers held tightly onto your device— thumb hesitantly hovering over the text message Jean had sent over an hour ago.
"You sure you're okay?"
It's Eren who's come to check on you for the second time since the two of you had joined Armin back out into the living room. The coffee table was cluttered with copious amounts of food from his favorite little breakfast joint— it was a mouthwatering sight to behold, if only you had the appetite to accompany it. Instead, your plate full of fruit and pastries sat untouched, growing warmer and more stale with each agonizing minute that passed.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You do your best to force a smile, but Eren's not buying it. He grabs onto your wrist, delicately so— just enough to pull you out of your slumped state and up onto your feet.
You stumble a bit, the weight of your heavy heart almost forcing you to hit the ground. As if there was any semblance of doubt, Eren's there to catch you— strong arms wrapping around your waist with a devilishly handsome smile to match the teasing glint in his eyes.
