|| joost klein || • the man of your dreams •

- 11 -

the audience chanted as joost had finished his performance and Freya waved to the crowd.

just like last night, just a little more awkward.

again, he held her back for the outro and the whole aura of the room faded into silence and darkness.

Freya was a sensitive girl when it came to trauma like this, she was a very sympathetic person.

they both ran off stage laughing, both with wet eyes.

" joost, j-joost !!" A woman with a camera was stood in front of them and was following them every step.

"please stop it, u do not have my consent. I-it's in my contract" joost started to panic and tried to stop himself from shaking when the woman continued to film.

Freya knew he was getting upset, "alright ma'am stop recording please you have been told" she stepped in, slitting her eyes at the woman yet she still hadn't budged and joost was practically bawling his eyes out.

"fuck off" he angrily lunged towards the camera pulling it down as the woman leaped back.

he darted up the stairs rubbing at his eyes and slammed the door to the green room.

Freya shook her head "dickhead" she murmured before running up behind joost.

he dropped to his knees with everyone around trying to help but he was inconsolable.

"oh joost" she bent down and intertwined their bodies.

"ok what the fuck happened" almost everyone in the room was pulling at Freya for answers.

"ok ok ! right so me and joost run off stage and this bitch was recording us backstage after we both instructed her multiple times to stop she just refused and then joost pushed the camera down. U see, it's heartless slag ass cunts trying to take us down"

Freya stopped and put her hands up even telling herself to stop talking and calm down joost.

she carefully stood him up and walked him out of the green room.

he collapsed into her arms and he cried uncontrollably and Freya almost cried with him at the sound.

"it's ok" she whispered rubbing his back before he stood up and they walked back out to see who made the semi finals.

before leaving, Freya calmed him down completely and fixed up his hair and face

He smiled at her in awe as she toiled with his hair and wiped his eyes with a few giggles in between.

fingers crossed and flags in hand joost and his team sat in their positions praying for a spot.

he had Freya sat beside him hand in hand.

"and our last semi finalist isss..." the voice paused and everyone squeezed their eyes shut.

"the Netherlands" they all erupted into screams and jumped up and down in excitement and accomplishment.

all their tension and sadness dissolved in a heartbeat. Freya felt joost easing her neck into a kiss and they jumped and screamed infront of the camera.

she immediately grew redder as Lily looked at her raising her eyebrows and all she could do was scream.

they all went up to have a mini party with a few contestants and pop open some drinks for a few hours.

joost arrived in a grey blazer, red tie and black jorts his hair was messy and his eyes were covered by blackout glasses.

Freya arrived shortly after in a, white shirt untucked, Jean mini skirt, black tie and leopard print gloves that exposed her fingers and thumb, she had "borrowed" from joost.

as soon as she walked in, joosts eye flew to her gloves " are those, yours?" he pulled her by her tie and looked into her eyes

trying not to get flustered "what ,these?" she put her hands on his face. It was clear joost was tipsy and she could do nothing but play along.

"I mean you don't mind right?" She slid her hands down his chest and supported her weight by leaning on his body

"not at all, I mean aslong as u put them to good use" he removed his hands from her tie and placed them firm on her waist before leaning his hip against hers.

Freya reddened and she knew it was too early and publicated for this sort of "use" joost ment.

"Im gonna get a drink ok" she lightly pushed his chest from her and left joost wobbling and dazed beside apson.

after a lot of drinks Freya was loosing vision and loosing her mind.

"where's jooooossttt" she grabbed stuntjie  as he passed her completely sober due to being people's ride to the hotel after.

"ok what the fuck- anyway he's there" tripping over herself in her heels Freya made her way over to joost who was laughing with marina.

drunk jealousy kicked in and anger spread across Freya's face.

she stood in front of joost who was a lot taller "back up"

Freya pointed at her and she just laughed in reaction when joost grabbed Freya's shoulder "what's wrong love"

"I know he's hot but he's already owned, by me, so fuck off and find ur own, mineeee" Freya growled at marina and she just nodded at joost before leaving.

"hey hey hey" he turned Freya around towards him and her honey brown eyes roamed in his. "Your min-"
"Prove it"

joost grabbed her waist and she melted at his touch and used his free hand to cup her jaw into a soft kiss.

his lips were electric on hers, better then the quick one before. she ran a hand threw his hair and pulled his neck.

"proven?" He crossed his arms after pulling away and laughed, a hand still on her body.

"somewhat" she looked down and smiled to herself before being drawn into hug by joost.

he could sense that she needed one.
she could sense that he needed one.