Langour ・❥・Joost Klein・❥・

16.

The silent vibrations of notifications woke Fenne up on Thursday morning. With the screen face down, Fenne's phone sung a song of irritating hums. She groaned and cursed, throwing her hand to slap over the plastic case. Fenne stayed laying amongst her pillows as she pulled the screen to her face and blinded herself with the brightness.

The early morning time was teamed with a series of notifications that sat in random groups. Half-asleep, Fenne blinked and tried to focus her eyes on the icon in the notifications' corners, or for some context to the notifications.

tylerzz8 started following you.

76grapesoda started following you.

joostlover started following you.

daanspetheist started following you.

daanspetheist sent you a new message.

Countless Instagram follows flooded her homescreen. The fog from her deep sleep cleared and Fenne pushed her upperhalf from the mattress. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion while unlocking her phone. She choked as the red circle in the corner of the Instagram app had the number '64' inside and she hastily tapped it with her thumb.

She shot through the notifications and saw new follows, direct messages, likes and comments on her posts. She hadn't posted anything in months, and yet, usernames she didn't recognise sent the likes through the roof. A post of her with Hanna while out clubbing had reached two-hundred likes and four comments saying things like,

kleinster_joost So pretty!

lovearabella Why can't I look like that?

Fenne's inbox had a red dot and she briefly swiped to see direct messages from as late as last night. Suddenly, it dawned on her the conversation she had with Joost before she went to bed. She went into her notifications and scrolled to the bottom, where the rush of activity started.

There, she saw the culprit.

joostklein tagged you in a post.

The video of Joost's performance at Pukkelpop played while Fenne stared at her username in the description. Live music from the show teamed with her footage threw the young woman back to the month prior. Fenne could have watched Joost pour water from a bottle down his back for hours, but her username underneath the video opened a pit in her stomach.

joostklein Pukkelpop 2019.

I'm @fenney_meer's muze ;)

The happiness from seeing her work being appreciated was overshadowed. Fenne was uncomfortable with the amount of strangers that had found her personal account. She hadn't gone through all the notifications, but there would, no doubt, be some nasty messages or comments from Joost's fanbase. It made her feel exposed and she almost went to her settings to turn her account private.

The phone buzzed with another like and Fenne muted Instagram. She could atleast silence the notifications while she thought about what to do. But when she thought she would have some peace, 'Mum' covered the screen with the option to answer or decline the call.

Fenne cursed but put the speaker to her ear.

'Hey, Mum,' she greeted while leaning her forehead against her palm. It wasn't even 10 o'clock yet and Fenne was already anxious.

'Fenne, I need to know about any allergies Jorn has-'

'It's Joost, Mum.'

'Oh, right, sorry. I'm making ravioli. And what time will you be here? Are you staying over?'