𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

And Then There Were, Eight⁰⁸

eight, ...who?

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Jean's glare doesn't pierce you for long as he takes in your state.

He stumbles over to you and sees your hunched, frightened form on the floor. "What happened?! Are you okay??" When he gets nothing but a tremble of your lips he pulls you up and hugs you tight.

"What the fuck, Y/n, I was knocking for so long, why didn't you answer??" He pushes you so he can see your face, but keeps a tight grip on your arms.

"Sorry, Jean, I didn't mean to make you worry," you mutter. You glance down to find your phone, which you must've dropped when Jean came in. It's facing down, so you couldn't even see if he was still on the phone.

Kruger.

That bastard.

"But what happened?" He asks, searching your eyes for an answer.

"I... I thought I saw something, that's all, don't worry," but the look on his face doesn't let up.

"How was your therapy session? Levi is still treating you right?"

"Jean,..." you sigh, but you know you don't really have the right to feel annoyed at him for asking. You're giving him every reason to worry, but damn, for his sake you hope he just moves on. "Levi wouldn't treat me any different than he always has. I'm fine."

"Say that to the tear-stained cheeks," he scoffs, gesturing to them as he lets his grip on you go.

"Jean,... can I... stay at your place for a while?" you whisper, having no clue if... if Kruger was listening or not.

"... Y/n-"

"Please," you look up at him, and you know your wet lashes, and red-rimmed eyes, especially, wouldn't get a no.

"Of course you can," he sighs. "You don't even have to ask. But this isn't over." He tells you, and all you can do is look at him until he pulls you in for another quick hug. "Besides," he murmurs from atop your head. "I broke the lock off your door when I forced my way in."

"Seriously-" You push at him so you can go to look, but he stops you.

"Well, that's what happens when you don't answer your calls. If you were in here, there's no way you didn't hear me." He says, but the look on your face gets him to drop it for now.

"Pack up, oh, but brace yourself... my roommates can be... well, you already know," he tells you. "I'll be in the car."

He turns and walks away, and you follow him, watching him fumble with the door. He looks back at you sheepishly. "I-I'll just leave this open..." with that, he goes out to his car.

You seriously need to call someone to have that lock fixed. Maybe just install new ones entirely. See if that helps keep him out.

Was Kruger... really the intruder?

But then you remember how he said his name would mean something to you back at the bar. This is what he meant.

He had to be the one breaking in and out of your house. He had your number. The things he said,... he called you baby. It's a popular pet name, sure, but the pieces were just too... perfect to not go together.