* The Secrets Behind His Mask * {( H 2 O V A N O S S )} [✅]

Chapter 10: Magnetic Insecurities~

(A/N:) hello, I know, it been a while and I'm very sorry bout dat 😭 but here we have another part for ye!

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Jonathan's POV:

I had finished throwing on some long shorts, a new t-shirt and a lightweight sweatshirt. I didn't know if the sweatshirt was to much so slipping on the shorts seemed to be the best option rather than pulling on a pair of pants.

"Uh... Jon?" Evan eyed me up and down as I walked out of the bathroom, staring intently at my sweatshirt. "You know, it's hot as balls out there, right?"

I nodded with a sigh, "I know..." I also knew I didn't have a choice but to cover up. I couldn't risk them seeing my scratches. They didn't need to see them and I really didn't want them to, especially Evan. He didn't need to see this part of me yet.

"Are yo-"

"I'll be fucking fine..." I stressed as I turned around in the direction of the door. I felt a strong hand clamp itself around my wrist, twisting me back around again.

"Why do you get so angry with me?" Evan huffs in an exasperated tone. "I just don't want you to have a fucking heat stroke or something, okay?" He lets go of my wrist but keeps his stare on my sweatshirt.

"I'm sorry, I just... don't really know how to react when people are trying to care for me I guess..." I sighed looking away. I knew what was coming next and I didn't want it, but, maybe my body felt I needed it as my mouth seemed to have glued itself shut as he spoke.

"Well, I hope you get used to things easily, because I care alot about you," Evan softly said from behind me. If I could die from words, then I just died there and then. No one has ever said something like that to me besides maybe Cartoonz. Why they would say such things always left me thinking too deep but, I just couldn't help it... I didn't understand why anyone would care for someone like me. I would never even consider playing show and tell with Evan for the strict factor of pushing things that didn't need to be on him, well, on him. What I've learned through my years is to just be quiet and move on; this of which is exactly what I planned to do, so why am I so close to dumping every fucking fear, every fucking secret, and every fucking god damn flaw on my fucking piece of shit body to this man?

"Jon, are you even listening to me?" Even sighed, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts. I shook my head sadly, looking him in the face, I instantly began to crumble under his powerful soft gaze.

All of a sudden I forgot all of the things that held my secrets locked and tied down to me. Words became liquid, spilling from my lips, "terrible marks."
"What do you mean?" He comes hesitantly closer, as if I'd bolt in the other direction like a stray dog.

"Just take my word for it... everyone will be better off me wearing this," I say, gesturing to my cloths.

"What are yo-"

"I told you already," I simply stated. Evan nodded, closing a few more feet between us. He grabbed my shoulders softly and pulled me into an enveloping hug. I didn't hug back at first but soon I was enjoy the warmth his body gave to mine.

"Would you tell me what you're so insecure about if I asked?"
I shake my head, too tired to speak. "Let's just go."

Evan stops me from opening the door, pushing it closed over my shoulder. He was practically on top of me this point. "Let's not start our day out like this..." Evan said and turned to face him, realising he was way too close.

"I'm sorry," I sigh, looking down as I avoided Evans Concerned stare, "I'm just a little insecure about my body."

Evan nodded with understanding, "You know that with me, you don't have to hide it." He said.