𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧)

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 ₊˚ෆ

a/n:
long chapter enjoy jean girlies (and eren girlies) 😜😜

You walked out the door and saw Jean leaning against his car, his expression unreadable like always.

He wore that familiar bored look, gazing up at the sky with his arms crossed. A beautiful asshole.

As you approached him, you leaned next to him on his car, matching his stance.

"So, did you bring the comfort cigarette?" you asked, holding out your hand for him.

"oh shit , I forgot," Jean replied, his gaze drifting upwards to the sky.

"you're lying," you gasped.

"Relax, you addict," he said, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and he placed it into your hand.

"I'm not an addict," you retorted, frowning as you slid the pack into your own pocket.
Jean raised an eyebrow and looked down at you, "Now, don't lie, yn."

"i'm not," you grumbled. You turned your gaze away from him and stared at the flickering streetlights.

You stare back at him after he's quiet for awhile and jean gives you a, 'come on now look.'

You point a finger to his face, "Don't give me that look kirstein!"

"I didn't say anything." he shoved your head lightly with a slight smile.

You giggle and move the hair from your face after he shoved you.

It's as if nothing happened, for a moment you forgot all the events from today and it was nice and refreshing.

After a moment, you added, "Do you want to go up to my rooftop to smoke?" You suggested, almost expecting him to decline.

To your surprise, he nodded. "Sure," he said simply.

"Wow, you must be warming up to meee," you teased, starting to walk towards the entrance of your house.

"I take it back, I'm leaving," he grumbled, opening his car door.

"Come on, Kirstein, you don't mean that. You're starting to like me aren't you?" you smiled, continuing to tease as you turn around to face him.

Jean formed a straight line with his lips as he stopped to stare at you for a moment and then got into the car. You walked over to him, mouth agape as you leaned into the window. "Where are you going then?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Home, away from your annoying ass," he said, starting the vehicle.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay then bye Jean boy!" you waved him off.

"Don't call me that," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he grabbed onto the steering wheel.

"Maybe I won't call you that if you come to smoke with me," you countered, waving the pack of cigarettes.

He grumbled, but got out of the car. "Fine, only because it's new and I don't want you wasting them," he conceded.

You smiled, "Whatever you say Jean boy." knowing you had succeeded in teasing him just enough.

He sighed, shaking his head as he followed you inside, "I told you not to call me that."

"but i like it." you said opening the door to your house, welcoming him in.

You walked from the entrance all the way to your dads office, climbing the stairs that led up to the rooftop. The cool night air greeted you as you sat down in your favorite chair, the city lights twinkling in the distance.