Langour ・❥・Joost Klein・❥・

47.

Just like Fenne feared, clips of the interview flooded her social media. She cringed at seeing herself standing awkwardly beside Joost as he spoke in near perfect English to the interviewer.

When the microphone was held out to her, Fenne wanted to shut her phone off and never open TikTok again when she heard her say,

'Uh, yes. I love Joost Klein.'

Seeing Joost throw his head back in laughter made her feel a little better. The video had garnered attention, just like Fenne thought it would, but was pleased to see a different type of attention from Joost's fans.

Whenever she talks, it's like he's got no thoughts in his head

This is the first time I've seen them together in a while. Joost looks so much happier now!

I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure watching these two

'How many times are going to watch that same clip?'

Fenne looked over the top of her phone screen with a playful glare. Joost was brushing his teeth and staring at her from the bathroom doorway. He was dressed for their day out in Malmö with a bomber jacket over his white football jersey, a pair of long denim shorts and his glasses over his eyes.

'Never put me in front of the camera again,' she said bitterly.

'Oh, come on. You were great!' he rolled his eyes and bluddered through toothpaste. 'You've just got to work on your English. You're too cute in that video.'

Fenne felt heat rise to her cheeks as Joost turned to rinse his mouth out in the sink. At his compliment, Fenne was seeing less of her awkwardness and more of what the comments saw.

With Joost's arm around her shoulders, Fenne watched herself speak Dutch into the mircophone as he waited to translate. She hadn't meant to be so emotional, but she saw the corner of Joost's lip twitch into a wide smile. His eyelashes moved as his gaze shifted all around her face, and when the interview asked for the translation, Fenne adored the way Joost turned to reveal his crescent moon eyes and goofy grin.

Joost stepped back into the hotel room just as Fenne lowered her phone. She pushed herself up from the mattress and stood to grab her things. While hearing Joost pack a tote, Fenne heard the familiar vibrations of an incoming call. She looked to where Joost's cracked phone sat on charge and read the name plastered with the FaceTime logo.

'Aggu's calling you.'

Fenne unplugged the device from the charging cable and held it out to him. Joost took it with a stretch over the bed and swiped across the screen. Holding it up to show his face, the man was greeted by the maskless German.

'Hey, August.'

'Joost, your dogs are demons.'

'I'm sure you're right, but why?'

'These three will not stop running around at night. They go from room to room looking for something and scratch at my door,' Fenne imagined Aggu's accusing finger pointing at the three culprits.

'They're probably looking for me,' Joost said. 'Just let them into Fenne and my room at night. They'll just sleep in there.'

'But you said don't let Oojet on any of the beds?'

Sensing the inquisitve stare, Fenne looked over her shoulder and sighed.

All Aggu could see was Joost looking off-screen and waiting to give him a solution. He was prepared to just let the canines run wild since they barely seemed to listen to him anyway. The FaceTime call was going to be Aggu's last attempt at following Joost's messy and ludiacrous instructions.