Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 four 𖹭

you remember me.

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Third Person POV:

Joost's show had finally finished, and the crowd was still chanting his name, their voices echoing through the night as he disappeared off the stage. The energy that had electrified the air moments ago was slowly beginning to dissipate, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the shuffle of feet as people started to disperse. You sighed, feeling a mix of exhilaration and melancholy as you followed the moving crowd, the buzz of the performance still thrumming in your veins. You tossed your now-empty cup into a nearby trash bin, the weight of what you'd just experienced settling over you.

As the crowd thinned out, you found yourself wandering aimlessly through the festival grounds, the vibrant atmosphere of the evening gradually shifting into something calmer, almost serene. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything. The air was cooling, and the vibrant colours of the day were slowly giving way to the softer hues of twilight.

Your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten since earlier in the afternoon. You made your way toward a row of food stalls, the scent of grilled meat and fried dough drawing you in. After scanning the options, you settled on something simple—perhaps a warm, greasy burger or a savoury kebab wrapped in soft, warm pita. With your food in hand, you found an empty wooden bench a little way off from the main thoroughfare, where you could sit and take in the sights and sounds of the festival winding down.

As you sat there, chewing thoughtfully and watching the sun inch closer to the horizon, your thoughts drifted back to the performance, to Joost, and that brief moment of eye contact. You hadn't been able to shake the feeling that there had been something there, something more than just a random glance in the crowd. But then again, it could easily have been wishful thinking, a projection of your own hopes and memories onto a moment that might have meant nothing at all.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures and videos you'd taken during the show. Each one was a snapshot of the energy, the excitement, and that strange, electric connection you felt. As you lingered on one photo—a shot of Joost mid-performance, the stage lights casting him in a surreal, almost dreamlike glow—you felt a sudden urge to reach out, to make some kind of connection, even if it was only through social media.

With a deep breath, you decided to take the plunge. You opened Instagram, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before you added the photo to your story. The app's text feature hovered over the image, waiting for you to type something. You hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea, but then the memory of that brief eye contact spurred you on.

"Can't believe I saw you live tonight, @joostklein! Felt like seeing an old friend again." you typed, the words feeling both bold and strangely vulnerable. You tagged him, your heart racing as you hit "Share" and watched the story upload.

The sun was setting now, casting a warm, golden light over the festival grounds as you put your phone down and leaned back against the bench. The sky was a beautiful mix of orange and pink, fading into deeper shades of purple as the evening settled in. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, a welcome relief after the heat of the day.

You sat there for a while, letting the moment sink in. It felt good to have taken the chance, to have reached out, even if you weren't sure what would come of it. Maybe nothing would happen—maybe Joost wouldn't see it, or if he did, maybe he wouldn't remember you.

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Joost POV:

A soft grunt escaped my lips as I flopped onto the worn cushions of the small caravan they'd supplied for me and my team. Every muscle in my body ached, the adrenaline from the performance finally wearing off and leaving me completely drained. I could feel the exhaustion weighing me down, my eyelids heavy as I sank deeper into the sofa. It would be so easy to just close my eyes and drift off, to let sleep take over and wash away the fatigue of the night.