A Lover's Society | Jean Kirstein x fem reader AU

Chapter 9

Jean woke up abruptly to the sound of a car engine rolling down the driveway to the now fully refurbished home. He rubbed his eyes as he looked over at the small alarm clock on the nightstand that read 8:20 a.m. He wasn't expecting anyone at this time but surely it had to be someone important if they were coming this early.

He got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom where he glanced at himself in the mirror. Over three years had passed and his face had changed. He outgrew his hair slightly and a slight beard along with a goatee grew in. He ran his hands over his facial hair and then turned the sink on to splash his face with some cool water, and as he was letting the refreshing liquid run down his face, a loud knock was heard at the door.

"Damn..." he whispered, as he grabbed a towel and slapped it against his face. He then wrapped the white cloth around the back of his neck and headed down the stairs towards the front door.

As he opened the door, a man in a suit stood there as if he was ready for business. Jean stared at him, unamused.

"Can I help you?" He asked in a slightly annoyed tone. It didn't make sense that someone would be there at nine in the morning selling something, so it must have been a different reason.

"Are you Jean?" The man took off his hat as a greeting.

"Yeah, you're looking at him."

"Good, can I come in?"

Jean narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Who was this man and why was he trying to barge into his home? But he gave in and slightly opened the door, "fine... but don't touch anything."

The fancy man stepped inside and let out a low whistle at the beautiful home, he walked slowly from room to room downstairs as Jean watched him carefully.

"So... you gonna tell me who you are and why you're in my house?"

"My apologies, I'm Robert, and I saw it from the street, hasn't looked this nice in years and it's been the talk of the town." The man walked over to Jean with a smile on his face, "would fetch a pretty penny."

Jean folded his arms in slight anger, he knew what this man was hinting at and he wasn't going to give in, not that easily.

"Yeah well... Robert, it ain't for sale."

"That's too bad, I've got 50 grand in my pocket right now..." the man pulled a check that was already filled out, "deals on the table..."

"Listen, buddy, if I have to make myself any more clear..." Jean's tone changed to more hostile, "I'll have to kick your ass out of here."

"Alright alright, crystal clear." The man panicked as he placed his hat back on his head, "but fair warnin' you might have some more offers coming your way." He tilted his hat and walked towards the door.

Jean scoffed as he watched the man leave, he had fixed this house for a reason and after putting his hard work into it, he couldn't just let it go like that. After all... there was a certain goal that he still wanted to achieve, even though he moved on.

As the day passed along, Jean sat in the living room reading the daily paper as his radio tuned into the songs of that time. His fingers interlaced between the thin material and his eyes skimmed through the bolded lettering.

April 25th, 1951

He sighed as he turned the page to find something more interesting to read. He continued to skim the headlines until realizing it wasn't worth his time, and he closed the paper.

A couple minutes passed and another car could be heard in the distance.

"Christ..." he stood up and immediately walked over to the door and as he opened it, he shouted, "I'm not interested in your stupid offers!"