At This Old Coffee Shop // Jearmin

11. Shower Thoughts

"That bastard!" Jean yelled, kicking his foot towards the wall, "how dare he, how dare he," he continued between hot, heavy breaths, "...he treat you like that!"

Armin sighed, "It's fine, Jean, I'm fine, really."

"Thanks for the confirmation, Armin," Jean retorted, "but, I'm sure being taken advantage of is not 'fine'."

"But, Jean-" Armin began to protest.

"But Jean nothing," Jean cut him off, scowling. "Armin, I may be idiotic and stubborn, but I know what he did to you was not fine. If it were me I'd personally go up to him and deck him in the-"

"Jean, seriously, stop! It's my problem not yours, I'm not you, and I'm not going to make this worse by fighting Carter," Armin argued, tears welling up in his ocean blue orbs. "I'm going to bed," he finished, planning to flee the room.

Jean reached for Armin's wrist, pulled him on his own lap, and wrapped his arms around Armin's tiny frame. "Armin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset, I-I just...I worry about you that's all. Please, I don't want to end the day with a fight." Jean hushed, calming Armin's nerves.

"Thanks, Jean," Armin whispered, digging his face into the crook of Jean's neck.

"You're welcome, blondie. Now go to bed, you still need to rest," Jean cooed lovingly and tucked Armin's blond strands of hair behind his dainty ear.

Armin planted a soft kiss on Jean's heated cheek, rose up, and headed towards the bedroom they now shared. He opened up one of the wooden, stained drawers and pulled out a pair of green shorts and a white pocketed t-shirt to wear to bed. He quickly changed and fell backwards into the memory foam mattress, being engulfed into a deep slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Jean remained outside in the living room for a few agonizing minutes, before following Armin to the bedroom. When he emerged into the pale gray room he found Armin sprawled out of the mattress, unconscious. Jean smiled, as he gazed down at the stunning blond boy.

"Good night, beautiful," he sang before he curled up next to Armin, falling asleep.

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BOOM

The sound of thunder echoed throughout the apartment.

FLASH

The bright intensity of white danced through the window into the blackness of their bedroom.

CRASH

The sound hurled Armin out of the comfortable bed and onto the hard floor below him.

SIZZLE

Armin frantically hurled himself back onto the bed. Burrowing himself under the covers, quaking and begging for the storm to pass.

CRACK

The lightening flickered down the darkened sky outside towards the ground. Bending it's white light in every direction possible. Armin yelped, tears staining his porcelain face.

Jean sat up quickly worried for the blond boy, for who he presumed was the one who yelped.

"Armin, are you okay?" Jean said, worry caked his hoarse voice.

"J-Jean," Armin quivered, wincing once again as the thunder rumbled.

BANG

"Armin!" he yelled, pulling Armin and the covers into his heaving chest.

Armin curled into Jean, shoving his face into the crook of Jean's neck. "J-Jean, I-" his croaking, spastic voice was hushed as the thunder played again, CRASH, it sounded as if the sky itself was being forcibly ripped in half, "I'm terrified of s-stor-Ah!" he called out, clutching onto Jean's loose fitting, black long sleeve.