Langour ・❥・Joost Klein・❥・

44.

It felt good to be home. Not just in The Netherlands, but in Joost's house.

Fenne shifted everything back into their rightful place as if they had never left. The bedroom she shared with Joost dawned the belongings that made it rightfully their's. Her perfumes sat next to his colognes and the bathroom was covered in hair once again. But Joost didn't mind, because it meant that things were going back to normal.

'What do you think?'

Stood in his blue, felt suit, Joost grinned with his hands holding the collars of his jacket. The finishing touches had been made and the white collared shirt underneath was buttoned up to his neck. White, fingerless gloves covered his hands, hiding the tattoos that the judges wouldn't particularly care for. The bell-bottom trousers sat over his black boots and the shoulderpads, which Hanna had not exaggerated in the slightest, were almost skimming the hallway's walls with their pointy ends.

'I like it, but...' Fenne walked up to him and he watched her every move. With delicate fingers, Fenne parted his lips. His jaw loosened in obedience and the familiar feeling of his grill fitting over his teeth paired with her intoxicating touch.

'There. Much better.'

Joost never thought that Fenne would be so fascinated with the accessory. It was something he had gotten for his collaboration with MCR-T and wore for the following promotional videos and shows.

Paired with some yellow sunglasses and purple, latex gloves, Joost mixed the look of an Eastern European with his own quirkiness. But now, he needed a more international appearance. Hence, the blue suit with shoulderpads was born.

But for Fenne, Joost had kept the grill around. He wondered if its chill against her lips was what she liked; their kisses being more intimiate lately.

Or was it the look? The silver bling shown through his lips when he wasn't intending and Joost would catch Fenne's eyes flickering to it. Whenever he smiled, she always did the same.

Whatever it was, Joost would wear it to bed if he could. The attention she gave him was riveting.

'I can't wear this in front of every European country, liefje,' Joost exasperated.

'Just not in front of the camera, right? I'll carry around a case so you can take it out.'

Joost laughed, brandishing the grill in question and making Fenne's heart race. She couldn't place exactly what it was that she liked about the accessory. Against Joost's bright blonde hair, slim face, and against his thick-rimmed glasses, the grill set Fenne's inside into a frenzy every time. It was unlike her, but she also didn't care for mullets before being with Joost, so Fenne wasn't sure what she truly liked anymore.

While watching him shrug off the blue jacket, Fenne settled herself into one of the kitchen counter chairs. It was a matter of days before they would be heading to Malmö. She could tell that Joost was nervous but it was overshadowed by the giddiness of finally seeing his dream come true. When he gets up on that stage, Fenne was sure that Joost would know what to do and would stun the world.

The Europapa music video was ready to be released. Besides the usual strange themes and Joost's oscure behaviour, the music video contained a deeper meaning that touched anyone who watched it. Joost wanted to honour his parents in the song, so the end contained a snippet that Fenne had watched tearfully. He read a final speech that he was planning to use at Eurovision and Fenne knew that the Malmö's stage was going to do it justice.

'What did you do on the 8th?' she found herself saying. Joost paused undoing the buttons on the collar of his white shirt.

'The 8th?'