UNCAGED SOUL || Attack on Titan x Reader

To the Open Arms || Eren Yeager

Pt. 4 of "Unchained Melody" Mini-Series

content; modern!au, college!au

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"Jean Kirstein!"

Somehow, Jean had a feeling about this. You practically rap on his door with your knuckles, begging to see him, but oh, he knew what you would do once he faced you. "You better come out of your room or I swear I will ask the apartment manager and lock you in there to rot!"

It was just another day for normal adolescence to go to college and attend classes. And you were one of them. Waking up in the morning, you opened up your phone to check one last time for assignments and what time you were supposed to be there since there was a guest lecture you needed to follow.

But when you saw Jean already uploaded your cover of that song. You couldn't help but to check it out. Another hit! Your friend just shared the link on his Instagram and Twitter account, but it was once again in another trending chart.

You needed to retake the videos over and over again because there were times when you sobbed and cried, getting too deep into your feelings. Something that wasn't nice since those people watched your videos to hear you sing the song, not to see a college student weeping and looking like a mess.

After about five takes, you finally got one right with enough emotion that wasn't too over the top. As usual, Jean would take care of the rest. He knew best what to do. Add a little filter, enhance the sound, doing things you usually did for Eren's band. It was nice to know that someone got your back, and you were thankful for the ash-brown haired existence.

However, when you played the video and read the comments, you were flabbergasted as one of them said,

Ah, your cover is so heartbreaking as usual! I wish I could wipe the tears off your cheeks...

You scrolled back to the top with speed, watching the video intently, and you finally realised that Jean didn't use the fifth tape. He chose the fourth, the one where you had to retake because you cried at the last few lines. Your voice was steady nonetheless, but you felt like the audience would think you were faking it, thus asking for one last shot.

That was why you were here. Standing in front of his room impatiently.

"Ah, good morning to you too, princess." You folded your arms in front of your chest, slightly glaring at him. With how he looked so sheepish at the moment, you were certain he knew the reason you stood in front of his room. "So... How can I help you...?"

Your eyes twitched at how nonchalant he looked as if he had done nothing wrong. Then again, perhaps he assumed that what he did wasn't a mistake, anyway. You rolled your eyes, fetched your phone out of your pyjama's pocket and thrust it in front of his face. With the screen playing your newest cover.

"Explain this."

"A princess singing so beautifully that when I edited it I couldn't help but head over heels and fall in love with her even more...?"

Jean grinned at you after he finished his sentence, exposing his perfectly aligned teeth. You just groaned at that before tiptoeing and pulling his ear out of annoyance. He was dumb. Really. "Ouch, hey, princess! I am sorry — but I am not regretting it! Not at all! So if you want me to take it down, I won't."

With your lips still jutted out, you retracted your hand and rested it on your waist, glaring at him as if you were trying to swallow his entire existence into nothing. That would never work though, you knew that. He was in your space and your life. The power he had was too big.