Next Stop, Brooklyn (A Joji x Reader Fanfic)

c7 speak to me

It was one of those days when putting my mind off of him was much easier than it was before. It was a tough process to get into this level of insensibility, and although it felt wrong to even think about it, life felt easier when you stop worrying about the risk of being left alone.

His voice, his face, and his personality became a distant memory of mine, people knew him as filthy frank and so did I.

Saturdays, if neither of us were busy, are the days for catching up on what has happened during the week. It eventually felt like a chore to have to call him repeatedly until he picks up only to talk about the same thing every single time.

It was quarter to 2 at night when I started to ring Joji, and it took me 45 minutes to finally have him pick it up.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, he answers "Yup? hold on," the loud chatter and bass-y music turned faint when I heard a door close on the other line.

"What took you so long to pick up?"

"Oh, what happened to, hey baby! how was your day? I missed you?" he replied

"George, I called you so many times"

"just... some friends are over"

"Oh and am I being a bother right now?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Woah Woah, what are you so mad about, tell me, baby"

"George" I whined, "Come on."

"Are we not fucking talking right now?"

I fall shocked, "I call you, once a week when you promised to call me daily. Every time I call you, you don't even pick up, how busy could you possibly be?"

"That's so easy for you to say, huh? You don't know what's up"

"Oh yeah? how am I supposed to know? Do I watch your videos online? Do I stay up and ring you all night to see if you'll even consider answering?" My voice shook as I spoke, I couldn't pinpoint what emotion I should project towards him. "Tell me..."

"Is this really that hard for you right now?"

"It is!" I felt the stinging lump blocking my throat, "Isn't it hard for you?"

"You just have to trust me, y/n"

"Of course you'll say that"

"What do you want to hear from me then?"

"I want you to say..." my voice cracked as I thought of the next words I was about to say. "For the last time, I want you to say, how much you never loved me"

"W-wait, for the last time? y/n, what are you—"

"Joji, tell me you never meant anything you said, tell me you never promised anything."

"N-no... y/n"

"Joji, please? Give me a reason to let go."

"Y/N..."

"Please, George."

"I will come back for you, I promi—"

another fucking promise.

Block.