Jinxed | Jinx Arcane Oneshots

Under The Storm | ANGST

ANGST (ROMANCE)

The rain came down in sheets, relentless and unforgiving. It soaked through every layer of clothing, plastering everything to our skin, and yet, neither of us moved.

We stood under the jagged remnants of some long-abandoned building's roof, the cracked edges offering barely any protection from the storm.

I barely heard her over the sound of the downpour, but her words were cutting through my skin like shards of glass.

"You're just like the rest of them, Y/N!" Jinx shouted, her voice cracking through the rain, rougher than usual. "You think you know what's best, but you don't have a damn clue! Just like everyone else! I... I don't need you to save me!"

I clenched my jaw, gripping my coat tighter, the coldness seeping into my bones, matching the frustration starting to bubble over. She was pacing now, those erratic, wild steps that made her look like she was ready to explode at any second

The usual manic gleam in her eyes was sharper, more volatile. She was angry, hurt, and god, I hated it. But I hated that I couldn't do anything about it even more.

"Save you?" I snapped, my voice strained, rising above the rain. "You push everyone away, Jinx. You never let anyone help you, and then you blame them when shit goes south. You think I want to be around this mess? You think I want to be stuck in the middle of all this chaos?"

She froze mid-step, and for a second, I thought maybe I'd said the wrong thing. But then she whirled around, fury in her eyes, taking a few angry strides toward me.

"Yeah, that's what you think, huh?" Her voice had gone shrill now, that familiar fire sparking in her, the kind that always seemed to get us both into trouble. "You're no different! You talk like you're some kind of hero, like you're better than me, but guess what? You're not. You're just as messed up as everyone else!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off, her words barreling out like a floodgate had opened.

"You think I don't know what you really think of me? You think I don't see it? That you're just waiting for the next excuse to leave me behind. To run away."

I flinched at that. It felt like a punch to the gut, and I hated how much truth there was in her words. Every time I looked at her, I saw the wreckage.

I saw the girl I once knew, the one who never needed anyone but herself, only now she was lost in this sea of madness, dragging everyone else down with her. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I could keep staying, not when every inch of my being screamed that it was all slipping through my fingers.

But I couldn't just walk away. Not now.

"You think I don't care?" I hissed, stepping closer to her. "I do! But you keep-" My voice broke, frustration bleeding into something darker. "You keep pushing me away, Jinx! You won't let me help you, and every time I try to get close, you... you blow it up, and you make me feel like a fool!"

There was silence for a moment, the storm still hammering down on us, but in that silence, I could see the shift in her eyes. The anger was still there, but now there was something more, something raw.

"You think I want this?" she whispered, voice trembling slightly. "You think I want to feel like this? To be so fucking... alone?"

My throat tightened. She looked smaller, then. Like a kid who'd been kicked around one too many times, hiding behind her chaos, her manic energy. It was a side of her I hadn't seen in a while. A side I never thought I'd get close enough to see.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died in my throat when she turned away sharply. The rain, cold and sharp, lashed at her skin, and I saw her shoulders shake as she clenched her fists.

"You're right," she muttered, her voice hoarse now, cracking under the strain. "I do push people away. I push them, because... because I don't want anyone to get close enough to hurt me. But it doesn't matter, does it? You don't care."

I took a step forward, heart pounding against my ribs. "Jinx, I-"

"Shut up," she growled, spinning back to face me. "You don't get it! You think it's just some game, huh? You think I just do this for fun? For kicks?"

She was shaking, trembling, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her voice rose again, sharp, cutting through the rain. "I hate you.. I hate you for making me care. I hate you for making me feel something. I love you, okay? Is that what you wanted to fucking hear?"

The words hung in the air, hanging between us like a dark cloud. The world seemed to stop for a second, the rain pausing in its constant onslaught as everything went quiet. I stood there, stunned, my mouth dry, my mind struggling to process what I'd just heard.

Jinx loved me?

She didn't speak again. The tension hung, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat, thudding in my ears.

Then the rain came back. It slammed against the concrete like a thousand hammers, but it no longer felt as cold. In the silence that followed her confession, it almost felt like a comfort, as though the storm itself was giving us space to breathe, to think.

My hands shook as I reached out, my voice low, softer than I'd ever spoken to her before. "Jinx... I don't know what you want me to say. But you don't have to push me away. Not anymore."

She looked at me then, her eyes searching mine, that manic edge now replaced with something deeper, quieter. Something that made my heart beat a little faster. I wasn't sure what I was seeing, but I didn't want to look away.

I took a step closer. My fingers brushed against her wet cheek, and I could feel the tremor in her skin, the vulnerability that had cracked through the chaos.

Her eyes fluttered shut at my touch, and for a second, I thought she might pull away. But instead, she grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel her heart pounding against mine as she reached up and gently cupped my face, her touch light but desperate.

And then, without warning, her lips crashed against mine.

It was soft, tentative at first. Too careful, too fragile. But it wasn't the kiss of a girl angry at the world, angry at me. It was the kiss of someone who had been holding onto something for far too long, and now, she was finally letting it out.

When she pulled back, there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She didn't need to.

I reached out again, this time pulling her into a deeper kiss, one that was more than just an apology, more than just an admission of love. It was an acceptance of everything that had been said, everything that had been left unsaid.

The rain poured around us, but for the first time that night, it didn't feel like a storm. It felt like something we both needed. Something we could weather together.