Antwoord - Joost Klein

31.

AN: I only had about two beers and for once controlled myself. Pats on my own back*. Anyways enjoy a drama fucking chapter.

"So, what do you want to do now?" I excitedly asked my father after the concert had finished. I wasn't focused on work for the first time in months because I couldn't wait to just spend time with him again.

I felt like a little girl again as I would always follow him around the house as he was doing casual tasks. I looked up to him so I copied everything he did, he was my muse and my hero as a child so how could I not?

"We could 'ead out for a late supper?" He suggested to the group where we all met in the dressing room. The guys had showered and put on clothes, or at least enough to be decent.

"I would love nothing more than to accompany you during a fine meal" Aggu did a posh voice as he formally bent over.

"Oi, fuck off Aggu with your fancy words. I've seen more spew come from you than a plummy git" My father chuckled.

"Oi mate. I ain't da type of person anymore" Aggu mimicked his voice.

"Oi, you come 'ere now my boy" he said before getting Aggu into a headlock where he messed up his hair.

I saw the two men I loved most having that connection with one another was enough for me to feel my heart blossom. I never had siblings but from the way my father treated Aggu as his own son, felt like I had gained a brother. A brother who was there to support me whatever I went through. Aggu was the brother I never had.

The sight of them made my cheeks rise with happiness as the interaction continued with laughter. The bond between a father and "son" was something that made your heart flutter. Aggu's dimples on display were making it hard not to get completely smitten with smiles.

I let my eyes fall behind them as Joost stared at them but not with the same kind of smile as the rest. It was a smile filled with pain and suddenly that smile made its way out of the door.

Since I stood by the door frame, I was quick enough to just brush his arm. "Are you alright?" I asked him with concern.

"Yeah. I'm fine" He stated and tried to walk off, but I kept him grounded.

"No, you're not. Haven't you just spoken about how important it is to talk so speak up" I reminded him of his own words from only a few hours ago.

His glistening eyes were so close to dropping tears as he stood in the doorframe. He looked back at the interaction with everyone able to see him. "Not here, not now" He then walked off down to where the toilets were at.

I stood between the choice of spending more time with my father I hadn't seen for months and probably wouldn't have much time left either or run after the clearly upset Joost who needed to be comforted.

I watched my father as he was in pure laughter with all the guys. He fitted in so well with them that he could easily spark a conversation. He would be fine on his own here, it was just a little time.

I kept making excuses for my choice as I chose Joost. I chose him over my father who was supposed to be the one who would care and love me for eternity.

The toilets came into sight as I heard small sobs come from one of the stalls. I knocked gently on the door to make my presence known. "Joost, let me in"

Sobs turned into masked ones as he unlocked the door. He was sitting with his legs up to his chest in the toilet as he hugged himself while tears had roamed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I let my hands settle on his cheeks.

"I guess a sudden sadness washed over me as I saw your father be so kind with Aggu. He treats him as a son which reminded me that I would never get that feeling back again of having a father ruffling up my hair after I said something cheeky" He cried.