𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 / 𝐣. 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

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| 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 ³³: 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 |

"how do you feel that you're going to jean's house for the first time?"

"i don't know, sasha... i'm scared"

"why?" historia asked.

"what if he doesn't really want me there?"

"y/n, don't be stupid! he wouldn't have asked you to go over if he didn't want you in his house"

the girl nodded at her friend's words, trying to calm down.

it had been a while since y/n saw jean. after the graduation party, they went back to not talking. she could count a total of four months with them ignoring each other and just talking when they had to.

she thought that going to his house was gonna be a total disaster.

but, surprisingly, it wasn't.

sasha and historia had already been to his house before, so they immediately headed to his room- leaving her behind.

"com'on, let me show you the way" jean said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

y/n smiled when she saw eren sitting on a chair, and she immediately asked him how he was doing. she turned to sit on jean's bed -where her two friends where sitting-, when her eyes slightly widened in shock.

'that weird dream... was this?'

that dream y/n had some time back with the random frozen colorful pictures. turns out, it wasn't something stupid, but something she would see later on.

she was sitting next to sasha and historia on a bed with a warm, soft blanket and a blue headboard. eren was sitting on a chair not too far, and jean was sitting close to her.

'that unknown room i saw, was actually... jean's room?'

she blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings while telling herself to stop thinking about that dream.

her eyes fell on jean's dog that was still close to her feet· sniffing her. she smiled softly, before scratching the area behind the dog's ears.

as time was passing, y/n felt herself relaxing more and more. it was probably the wine they were having that helped her nerves relax. or it was probably the fact she couldn't feel any awkward tension between her and jean.

the boy was sitting next to her, pouring more wine in her cup.

"i told you i didn't want any more"

"just one more cup"

"why? do you want to see me drunk that much?" she asked, looking at him.

he looked at her with a small smirk on his face, before softly laughing and shaking his head.

"hey! that's where i was sitting!" eren said, once he came into the room.

"sit somewhere else"

"get up! i was sitting next to the lady, first"

jean rolled his eyes before getting up and sitting across of y/n; where he was originally sat.

the more time passed, the more y/n could feel herself getting dizzy. yet, she was aware of her words and actions.

she knew she had a bunch of photos and videos of jean and her friends vibing to songs together.

she knew she had videos of jean singing along to songs while holding her hand and looking directly into the camera.

and she knew she sang karaoke with him, while he held her by the waist.

it was past 11pm when she decided to go back home. jean insisted on walking her back to her house, even if she told him it was only two blocks away.

the july breeze hit her in the face as they walked, making her thoughts clearer. jean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to his side, when a man walked a little too close to her.

she looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

"it's late and there are weird people around" he said, looking down at her.

she nodded her head, completely understanding. she had been in this neighborhood for years and walking around at night, always gave her the chills.

the two of them were standing outside of her door, softly smiling at each other.

"did you have fun tonight?"

"yes! a lot!"

"that's why i was telling you to come over so we could hang out!"

"now, i get it" she said, laughing softly.

"thank you for today"

"there's no need to thank me, y/n"

when he wrapped his arms around her, she felt like she was going to melt into a big puddle of feelings and butterflies.

"i think i should thank you" she said softly.

he smiled at her, slightly ruffling her hair.

"i'm expecting to see you, next time"

"i'll be there!"

after they said their goodnights, y/n watched him leave- while her heart was beating loudly against her chest.

when she laid on her bed that night, she couldn't help but feel thankful; that he gave her a second chance.

but, was jean really the one to give a second chance?

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