Next Stop, Brooklyn (A Joji x Reader Fanfic)

ch 11 i will

"Yeah? say it" Joji whispered, I stood still with my heart shattered and tears slowly rushing down my eyes. He took small steps towards me, "Baby, say it, screams it"

no, just don't say it.

"Why don't you fuck off?" I said breaking into a stiff smile, I turn around and hurried away from him.

"come on, y/n," he said following me from behind, I felt his grip once again. I pushed him away.

"fucking touch me again and I'm calling the police on you"

the stunned boy stood under the dark skies as he watched me walk far, far away from him.

I kept my head down as I made my way back home, my feet were wobbly and my face was numb. My thoughts came to me so unclearly, If only I could fast forward into my life and skip this decision I have to make, I would do it.

As I saw the familiar post right beside my house, I patted my pocket and took the keys, my hand trembled as I stuck it inside the knob. It was dark, nobody in the house seemed to be around, "I'm home" I yelled out trying to hide the whimpers in my voice, no one answered. I sighed and made my way to my room. As I close the door from behind, the scene in front of me shot a sense of nostalgia. I pictured myself on the bed— four years ago, equally, as heartbroken as I am now, 12 am on the clock, with no one to hold or even talk to. I cried, and cried, and cried.

I fell on my knees, trying to find a way to start processing what just happened tonight. I was miserable, in every angle I looked, it all led to me being at fault.
I put my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth, I could feel my heartbeat out my
chest, calm down.
I blew out air from my lungs and tried to steady my breathing, slowly, my spinning world paused for a little while. "okay, you're okay" I told as I pushed myself up from the floor to have a comfortable rest on my bed.

All cuddled up with nothing but the duvet.  I tried to piece out the event that happened on Rei's special day. The morning that started slowly with such anticipation for the day became a disaster with three broken hearts. Different moments from the night played in my mind like a movie flashback. The question Joji asked me played to me like a song on repeat.

"Well..." softly, I spoke to the air, "who do you love?"

I melt into my bed knowing damn well to myself who I want, who I crave for.
I was naive and in denial. I couldn't forgive myself for giving plastic love to Rei in exchange for his pure, genuine love all these years.
But then I thought, if I were to live this life, I want to spend it with someone who my heart screams the name of.

I grab my phone that was snuggled tightly in my pocket. I turned it on revealing missed calls from an unknown number timed at 4 pm, a text from my dad saying that they're out to visit a relative, and a text from Dade sent just a couple of minutes ago.

"hey, I don't know what happened between you guys I hope you're doing okay"

"hi dade, is Rei alright?"

I stare at the three blinking dots for a while after they disappeared. Then, my phone rang.

"Dade..."

"You okay, girl?"

"No."

"So uhm, Rei is fine, just..." he sighed, "apologize, okay?"

"of course, Dade. I want to see him"

"Uhm" he let out a nervous chuckle, "why don't you give it some time first, yeah?"

"why? Dade I wa—"

"Think all of this through first. I gotta go now, have some rest"

And so I did, I placed my phone beside me, and I immediately fell into a shallow sleep.

I was watching myself in a third-person point of view as if we were casts in a romantic movie. We raced through the empty roads late at night. I could hear the crickets and the howling of the owls resound throughout the place, I could feel the cold breeze brushing against our faces as we cycled. It was the night I have always wanted to relive happening all over again.

We flew our way to the temple, hand in hand, smiling from ear to ear. "Will you marry me?" he asks, kneeling as he offered the ring to me.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. He was so near to me, I could see every detail on his face— the creases that show when he smiles, his stubble, his soft lips. I could see it all, clear and close.

"I missed you, baby," he said as he went for a kiss, his kiss felt warm and passionate. My arms rested on his shoulders and my fingers brushed through the back of his head. "I missed you so fucking bad"

His kiss went even deeper, he was hungry, and he wanted more. "I want to feel every single part of you, y/n"

As his hands snaked down to the bottom of my spine.

The doorbell rang, I woke up and sat up from the bed. It has only been an hour since I got home. The bell rang again, I yelled out "Coming" it must be them.

I marched to the front to open the door for mom and dad, "why are you guys home so la-" It wasn't them.

What stood in front of me had eyes swollen from crying, his body trembled, and skin moist from sweat.

"You got to answer me, y/n"

"and if I don't?"

"then I'll stay here until you do"

"Joji can we stop it with this bullshit already"

"This isn't bullshit, come on, y/n" He places his hands on my shoulders, "please tell me what I want to hear"

I looked at him straight, with voice shaking, I replied. "It's you, George"