Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 twenty-five 𖹭

tickle me internally. 

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Third Person POV:

You watched as Joost jumped around the stage, energy radiating off him in waves. He looked so alive, his smile wide and infectious, the happiest you'd ever seen him. The crowd fed off his energy, screaming along to every lyric, their voices blending with the booming bass. Lyon followed him around, his camera capturing every moment, the same grin plastered across his face. Sweat glistened on both of them, but neither seemed to care.

As Joost finished one of his songs, the crowd erupted into cheers so loud it felt like the ground itself was shaking. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of pride watching him absolutely own the stage. Then, as the next song built up, you saw him glance toward the side of the stage, his eyes locking onto yours. Your stomach flipped, your heart skipping a beat.

Before you could process it, Joost took off running toward you, disappearing behind the side of the stage, out of view from the crowd. The next thing you knew, he was right in front of you, his eyes full of adrenaline. Without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and, in one fluid motion, gently pushed you up against the wall, the electricity between you instant.

"You okay?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the performance.

Your words caught in your throat, the intensity of the moment making your heart race. "Y-yeah." you managed to whisper back, feeling his body close against yours. His hands rested on your hips, holding you in place, and despite the chaos of the festival just feet away, it felt like it was just the two of you in that moment.

He grinned, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Good." he murmured, his lips brushing against your jawline before he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I promised I'd come find you."

Your breath hitched, the heat from his body mixing with the thrill of the moment. You could still hear the crowd roaring in the background, but it felt distant, like white noise compared to the rush of being this close to him.

Before you could say anything, one of the crew members gave him a signal, reminding him he had to get back on stage. Joost shot you a quick wink, his lips brushing your cheek before he turned back toward the stage. "See you after." he said, grinning as he jogged back out into the spotlight, leaving you breathless against the wall.

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As Joost said goodbye to the crowd, blowing them kisses and waving as they chanted his name—Joost Klein, Joost Klein—you stood there, watching in awe. The energy from the crowd was electrifying, and yet all you could focus on was him. His set felt completely different from the last one you saw, and for several reasons.

First, you were no longer just a spectator in the crowd. You were up close, right at the edge of the stage, almost feeling the heat of the lights and the bass reverberating through your chest. But more than that, everything had changed between you and Joost. The easygoing friendship from when you were kids had evolved into something much deeper.

And then there was the promise—the cheeky grin he'd given you before his set, the way he whispered it so casually yet with so much intention. I'll eat you out.

The memory of those words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up. It was such a silly, bold thing for him to say, but now you couldn't stop thinking about it, especially after watching him light up the stage for the past hour, drenched in sweat and full of confidence.