𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 • 𝟏𝟐 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

A/N: This is another really long one (5798 words) 😐 sorry !!! enjoy <3 !!! - daisy

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A couple of weeks had passed since Joost announced his entry into Eurovision. He and his friends were already deep into marketing, creating buzz and generating excitement. I felt a sense of pride, having played a crucial role as the camerawoman for some of his TikToks. These videos were instrumental in promoting him, encouraging people to vote for him to be the face of the Netherlands at the 2024 Eurovision.

I huffed as I climbed the narrow studio stairs, balancing a tray of steaming coffees. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted up. When I reached the top, slightly out of breath, I pressed the intercom button. The sharp beeping sound filled my ears as I tapped my foot impatiently, the tray wobbling precariously in my hands.

After a moment, a crackle came from the intercom, followed by Apson's playful voice. "Who is it?" he asked, though it was clear he already knew. "Let me in, or I'm dumping these coffees in the garden." I groaned, exaggerating my annoyance. I could hear the smirk in his voice even through the speaker.

The intercom buzzed with static for a moment before Apson's laughter filled the speaker. "Alright, alright, hold your horses." he replied. The door clicked open with a loud clunk, and I pushed it open with my shoulder, careful not to spill any of the steaming coffee.

Apson waved me over from the desk he was sitting at, a wide grin on his face. "Finally, caffeine delivery!" he called out, causing a few heads to turn. "Your wish is my command." I replied playfully, setting the tray down on a nearby table. Joost's small team, made up mainly of childhood friends, quickly swarmed around, each person grabbing their cup with murmurs of thanks.

Apson took a sip of his coffee, sighing contentedly. "You're a lifesaver." he said, clapping me on the back. "Joost is in the lounge, by the way." I nodded, glancing towards the lounge, where the door sat slightly ajar. "I'll go check on him." I said, picking up his and my cup of coffee.

Pushing the door open with the tip of my boot, I heard the familiar squeak of its hinges, making Joost look up from his phone. His face lit up with a smile when he realized it was me. The lounge was empty, with him being the only one there. It was more of a kitchen, but everyone called it the lounge. It had the basic amenities: a few bean bags scattered on the floor, and a small dining table in the center.

This was a rental studio, but no one seemed to mind. The only thing they had to be careful about was Joost, who was always on their toes, ensuring no one spilled anything on the new carpet. I huffed as I bent down to place his coffee next to him. "Stop manspreading." I teased, watching as Joost leaned back in his beanbag, legs sprawled wide open.

He chuckled, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's comfortable this way." he said, making no effort to adjust his position. I rolled my eyes playfully and sat down beside him, leaning back against another beanbag. The soft fabric conformed to my shape, making it almost too comfortable.

"How'd the most recent TikTok do?" I asked, taking a long sip of my coffee. I crossed my legs, the top one swinging slightly back and forth. "Did they like my camera skills?" I added with a playful wink.

Joost chuckled, glancing back down at his phone. "Actually, it's doing really well," he said, his eyes scanning the screen. "The comments are full of praise for the filming. Looks like you've got some fans." I smirked, leaning back in my beanbag. "Well, I did have a pretty great subject to work with." I teased, watching his reaction.

He shook his head, laughing softly, then stretched out his arm and placed a large hand on my thigh. I hummed happily in response, taking another sip of my coffee. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver up my spine.