𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 (jean.k)

𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 ₊˚ෆ

You're on your way upstairs to meet up with your friends. Your mind wraps around what happened. You can't comprehend Jean at all. It seems like there's an unseen barrier holding him back from having a good time.

He seems to be a very conflicted person.

Once you're upstairs, Sasha and her friends are bustling around, gathering their things to leave. Connie notices you and calls you over with a wave.

"Yo, we're heading to my place to chill. Want to join and run to my room to cuddle?" He points to himself, offering a playful smile.

Eren rolls his eyes and smacks the back of Connie's head lightly, "Stop being a weirdo."

Connie grimaces, rubbing the spot where Eren's hand landed, his expression turning sour.

Historia delicately takes your hands in hers, gazing into your eyes with her vibrant blue irises. She sweetly suggests, "You should definitely come, yn. We're ordering pizza, and the others are gonna meet with us there, it would be wonderful."

Eren asserts, "There's no question about it, you're coming," while draping his arm around you.

His actions catch you off guard, his alluring cologne subtly filling the air, and your bodies in such close proximity that the height contrast seems almost surreal, like a towering skyscraper standing beside a quaint cottage.

Drawing closer, his face inches from yours, he utters in a hushed tone, "Need a ride there? I can give you one."

In response, maintaining unbroken eye contact. You turn your head slightly, offering a mischievous grin, and quip, "Why? You wanna spend more time with me?"

Erens body tenses up. His body language quickly changes and let's out a laugh, a grin spreads across his face, "There are certain things that are simply irresistible."

You're, taken aback by Eren's unexpected response, and your left momentarily speechless. This only seems to amuse Eren further, causing his grin to widen, and he lets go of you with a sense of satisfaction.

As you observe, you release a sigh of uncertainty while Eren approaches Mikasa. She stands against the wall, arms tightly crossed and a puzzled expression etched on her face. Their conversation unfolds before your eyes.

God yn get it together. He's simply just a guy.

A sudden, tight embrace came from behind, filling the air with the sweet scent of cherries.

"Hello, my love," chimed the familiar, cheerful voice you knew so well.

Riley.

You raised your hands to where her arms were wrapped around your neck and replied, "Hello, my beautiful wife."

Riley playfully responded, "Stop it, you're making me blush," as she let go of you. You turned around to face both Riley and Aslan.

Aslan appeared annoyed, perhaps even a bit angry. His usual expression was absent, which could be attributed to fatigue, given that it was late, and he had just finished performing. His dark black hair was disheveled, and he had his leather jacket casually slung over his shoulder while holding it with his hand. He fixed a stoic gaze on you.

Aslan gestured towards the group with a nod of his head, "So, who are your new friends?" You followed his gaze, spotting Sasha and her group.

Niccolo draped his arm casually around Sasha's shoulders as she engaged in conversation with Historia and Mikasa. Eren, on the other hand, wore an expression of irritation and bewilderment, seemingly confused by the absurdities of whatever Connie was saying.