Nostalgia 𖹭 Joost Klein x Reader

𖹭 twenty-seven 𖹭

the honeymoon phase.

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First Person POV:

A grunt escaped my lips as I shoved the suitcase shut, giving it a sharp tug until the zipper finally closed. I let out a sigh of relief, straightening up just as my phone buzzed on the bed. Glancing at the screen, I saw Mum flash across the screen and, with a reluctant sigh, I answered.

"Hey, Mum."

"Hi, sweetheart!" her cheerful voice rang through the speaker. "Just checking in. How's everything going? Are you all set for Amsterdam?"

"Yeah, almost ready." I replied, glancing at my packed bags.

"Good, good. Oh, by the way, David came over for dinner last night." she continued casually.

I felt my stomach twist at the mention of his name, my grip tightening on the phone. "David?" I repeated, unable to hide the grimace in my voice.

"Yes, he stopped by unexpectedly." There was a brief pause before she added, "I overheard him talking about Joost to your father. Something about a business opportunity with his agency... and well, I told him that you and Joost are actually friends now."

My heart sank, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Mum, why would you tell him that?" I asked, frustration seeping into my voice. "You know I didn't want David involved in this. Joost doesn't need him knowing we're... close."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, before my mum's voice came back, softer this time. "I didn't think it would be a big deal, Y/N. I just mentioned it in passing."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. "Well, it is a big deal. David's... complicated. And I don't want him using this to manipulate Joost into anything."

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to cause any trouble." Mum said gently. "I just thought it would be nice for David to know you're doing well. You two don't talk much anymore."

I felt the frustration rising inside me, my fingers tightening around the phone once more. "I don't talk to him for a reason, Mum." I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. "David defended Daan. You know that. He took his side when everything went down."

There was a brief silence before Mum sighed. "You can't really blame David, Y/N. They were friends, close ones at that. It's hard to see the flaws in people you've known forever. He didn't mean to hurt you."

I let out a bitter laugh, the anger bubbling up now. "So that excuses Daan's actions? The way he treated me?" I could feel my voice trembling, the hurt from years ago resurfacing. "Just because they were friends doesn't mean David had to defend him."

"Y/N, I didn't say it excused what Daan did." she said softly. "But David... he wasn't there the way you were. He didn't see the things you went through."

"But he should've believed me, Mum. I needed him to believe me. Instead, he chose Daan. He chose his friend over his sister." The words hung heavy between us, and I could feel the weight of them press down on me. "That's why I don't talk to him. That's why I don't want him involved in my life, or in Joost's."

Mum sighed again, her voice sounding tired. "I know it's complicated, and I wish things had been different. I just... I don't want you carrying this anger forever, sweetheart. It's not good for you."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I'm not angry, Mum. I'm just... tired. I'm tired of feeling like I'm the one who has to keep everything together while he gets away with everything."