(tw: adult language)
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There has always been one thing you absolutely hated about the beach house. Mornings. The sunrise... to be precise. No matter its beauty, the way it greeted you in the earliest hours of the morning, rudely forcing itself through the cracks of windows in either your or Hange's rooms, made you the early riser that you are today. No blackout curtains have ever been able to help with that. The sun somehow always managed to sneak its way in. And Hange... She loves waking up in the ass-crack of dawn. That's why her room, the same one where you had slept like a baby in the darkness of the night, only had sheer curtains that might as well not even be there.
You flutter your eyes open. The only movement in the room is the slowly moving, almost see-through, fabric of the curtain. It swings back and forth being pushed by the light wind. You left the closest window to the bed open last night. In hopes that the salty fresh ocean air will ease the inevitable hangover. The warm orange from the sunrise doesn't leave anything untouched in the space you're currently in. It takes you a moment to adjust to the brightness of the warm tone and the slight chill coming from the open window. As you are lying in the bed, you're actually surprised that you don't feel as bad as you probably should since last night. Maybe all the stars in the universe were actually on your side for once.
However, as soon as you make your attempt to stand up, it's where it hits you. Your shoulders tense from the throbbing sensation in your temples that keeps wrapping around your head like the most painful goddamn crown. You hiss to yourself as you instinctively press the tips of your fingers against your temples and massage them lightly. Unnecessarily cruel you are, universe.
You suck in a deep open-mouthed breath, compose yourself to your best ability and head to the bathroom. You refuse to look at yourself in the mirror, at least not until you've washed your face. Brushing your teeth and taming your hair as you finally take in the reflection staring back at you, proves to be more challenging than you expected.
Decent. No one's probably up yet anyway. And even if? Do you even care?
Your main objective right now is to make yourself feel better by getting to the kitchen, taking some Advil and having the biggest cup of coffee... or two.
Taken by surprise as you get downstairs, you find Jean, sitting at the table in the kitchen nook. He's sipping on coffee, reading a book. He's shirtless, only wearing sweatpants, but your eyes are captivated by something else. It's the first time you see him with messy hair. What usually is a carefully combed out and styled ash-brown with a hint of gold mullet, is now all disheveled with some of his locks stubbornly sticking out. You consider messing with him and making a stupid comment about it, but choose not to. At least not yet. Not before you've had some coffee in your system and gotten those gears in your brain up and running.
"Isn't it a little early for you to be awake?" you whisper, seeing Connie on the couch sleeping.
"Well, well. Look who it is? I could ask you the same thing." He lifts his eyes from the book, still holding it, thumb pressed right between the two pages he had stopped at to look at you.
"Fucking sunrise!" You grunt and walk over to the coffee pot, that was still steaming and more than halfway full. "May I?"
He nods. "I woke up about an hour ago. Seeing that everyone is asleep, I decided to treat myself with some light reading while it's still quiet."
YOU ARE READING
the way you changed me // Jean Kirstein x Female Reader
FanfictionIn hopes to mend the mess that has become your life, you invite six of your favorite people in the entire world to your aunt's beach house for spring break. Little did you know, that the one who has distanced himself the most from the group, will st...
