𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

𝐕𝐈𝐈 • 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

A/N: heyyyyyy 😘 sorry for the late update got distracted on work at a pizza place on roblox and I know you guys need your Joost fix 😉anyways, it's a long one and there's some smut, so be warned !! enjoy !! - daisy

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"So you're leaving me." Lizabeth groaned, falling backward onto my bed. She put a dramatic hand on her forehead and rolled around, disrupting my nicely made bed. I rolled my eyes and shoved a sweater into my suitcase.

"No. I'm not leaving you." I retorted, bending down to grab a stuffed plush. In one swift motion, I pegged it at her head. She groaned, grabbed the plush, and tried to throw it back at me but failed miserably. Pushing herself off my bed, she walked over to me and fixed her hair in the full-length mirror of my closet.

Turning on her heel, she faced me, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting dramatically. "First, you leave me at the club," she started.

"You had Louis." I interrupted, a smug look on my face.

"And now you're disappearing off to Belgium for no reason." she continued, pushing past me to sit back down on the side of my bed.

"I'm not disappearing for no reason. I'm being his assistant." I lied. I don't know why I did, but I felt like she would judge me if I explained that he kissed me and then I was fine to go. Talk about gullible. I watched as Lizabeth sighed, laying back down on my bed once more.

"Well, I think you're crazy," she huffed, resting her hands on her exposed stomach. "And the fact you haven't posted this on social media is crazy. You could be viral right now." she added, glancing over at me with a smirk.

"I'm not doing that," I said, sitting down beside her. "I actually respect his privacy. I'm not gonna use him for clicks." I added, falling back so I was lying down with her. She sighed, turning her head to face mine, stretching her arm over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm gonna miss you." she said softly. It almost looked like she was about to cry. I reached over for her hand, holding it tight.

"I know," I answered, giving her a small reassuring smile. "But I do really need you to sit on my suitcase so I can zip it up."

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Joost and I had moved to second base—not the way you're thinking, but in the way that I've graduated from messaging him on Insta to communicating with him via his actual phone number. It was so early, my brain fog was actually insane. I was sitting on a bench located outside my apartment building, my suitcase tucked between my legs, my arms wrapped around myself, my body covered by Joost's hoodie. Opening up my phone, my eyes glanced over the messages he sent me.

The sound of a car coming to a halt and pulling over near me brought me out of my phone. Looking up, I was met with a smiling Joost, who was sitting in the back seat. I smiled back, giving him a small wave, trying not to display how incredibly shy I become when I'm around him. Standing up, I made my way towards the trunk, fully planning to open it and put my stuff in myself, but the back door swung open. Joost exited, walking around to meet me at the back of the car.

I looked up at him, noting how he absolutely towered over me. He put a gentle hand on my clothed forearm. "It looks good on you," he spoke gently, running his fingers along the black fabric. "A bit big, though." he said, smirking and raising his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. He bent down, bringing us to eye level with each other as his hand gently caressed my cheek, locking our lips for a quick moment before he pulled away. Through this whole moment, I hadn't spoken a word, but I knew my cheeks were burning up and my heart was beating ten times faster because of this interaction.