Don't Come Close //// Joji x Reader

Five

You had put George's address in Google Maps and followed it on foot. As you walked you couldn't believe that you were going out of your way to meet up with this kid. You hardly knew him and you weren't the type to just meet up and hang with people. But whatever.
    After a four and a half blocks you reached his building. You buzzed at the entrance and heard his voice. "(Y/n)?"
    "It is."
    "Cool. I'll come meet you." You heard the door unlock and you pulled it, slipping in quickly. You studied the small little lobby. It sure was a New York apartment building, no one standing watch, stuffy, and dead silence. As your eyes grazed over the place you heard the elevator ding and the doors slid open. Your eyes caught him in the elevator with a dumb grin on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you disciplined yourself. Don't catch feelings.
You shot back a small smile as you stepped into the elevator. "Hey." You felt nerves hit you and a small panic set into your stomach. This was bad. I need to go home. He would understand, just fake something happened.
"How are you?" George spoke in such a way that made you just want to listen to him constantly. Words rolled out of his mouth so nicely.
The doors shut and the elevator started. There goes my chance. Rolling your eyes to yourself you focused back on George. He was a bit taller than you now and wore some dark joggers with a hoodie and some Nike sneakers. He looked attractive in just that.
"I'm alive. You?" This whole thing felt wrong for you and beyond awkward. But he seemed to be content with what was happening.
"Glad you're alive. I'm doing pretty fine." His eyes trailed from the ceiling to you. As the door slid open after the ring he gestured for you to go. Stepping out you looked around, not sure where to head. Having picked up on your confusion, George spoke out. "Go left and its all the way at the end of the hall." Nodding you started down that way.
George caught up to you and walked pretty close to you. You felt his hand brush yours a few times and you quickly pulled back and slowed down, taking a small side step away.
"I may not stay long, of that's cool?" George gave a small nod as the both of you stopped a the end of the hall. 301. He grabbed the knob and flung the door open.
"After you." He smiled softly and you followed his gesture in. It was your typical cozy apartment in New York. Your eyes gazing around the apartment and you forgot about your surroundings. You felt something brush against your fingers and you were brought back to reality. Quickly looking down you saw Georges hand grab yours softly. He continued to walk by as he held your hand, dragging you to the couch. Your hand went limp and you pulled against it, stopping dead in your tracks.
"What was that?" You spoke sternly, but had a small voice.
George turned around, his dark eyes staring at you. "I'm sorry, I said your name but you were out in space, so I figured I'd help you find the couch." He spoke with such ease and shrugged as he continued to walk to the couch. He plopped down and acted as if nothing had happened. You shook your head and followed behind, cautiously.
"So, what was with robbing that store?" No beating around the bush with George. His eyes were fixed on you as you sat down and settled into the couch. You weren't sure what to say about that.
You let out a sigh and rolled your head towards him and raised an eyebrow, "My life's complicated. But I needed the money so I wouldn't get killed by some mafia member's son. I sell him drugs and stuff happened and threats were made." You spoke of it as if it wasn't a big deal, which really it wasn't.
George's eyes were as big as the moon and he pushed himself up and faced you. "You sell drugs?" He sounded like this was the biggest news ever.
"Yeah.."
"But you're so innocent? Yeah you robbed a store, but drugs? Damn." He chuckled to himself lightly and gave you a side eye followed by a grin. "This isn't a joke right?"
You shook your head, "No, this is my life. Its problematic just like me. Sorry." You felt bad but had no clue why. You wanted him to like you, but also wanted him to leave you be now. He was right, you sold drugs and ribbed stores. He was probably some fucking college student who has a good future. And you did not want to fuck that up. Trying to quickly change the subject you asked him questions. "What's your story?"
Shrugging he leaned back and stared up at the wall, "College student who makes shitty music and shitty youtube videos with friends." I WAS RIGHT. HES A GOOD FUCKING KID KILL ME. You nodded and gave a fake soft smile.
"Sounds pretty peachy." He shrugged and glanced back at you. Both your eyes met and you felt a tightness in your stomach again. Annnd the butterflies were back.
"What's your story?"
No no no no. "I should go." You instantly stood up, but felt a hand grab your arm. Thinking back to last night you pulled back. He had gripped one of the bruises and your grimaced. Rolling his eyes he stood up.
"I hate to sound like asshole, but do you harm yourself? I mean you seem like that type of girl, ya know? Like aw man I have such a hard life, I love the pain and everything." His ryes caught your and you studied him for a few seconds, your face hardened and your mouth twisted into a frown. "Oh god I offended."
Shaking your head you pulled up your sleeve showing the bruises. "No I don't enjoy the pain. Yes I hate life, mainly because I have a shitty home life and cant keep a job or afford school. I get threatened and beaten by my moms fucking asshole boy toy and I have to do what I can to stay alive when my drugged up boss fucks me over. Don't fucking try to tell me what girl I am. Thats my story." You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, studied his eyes, and let it out. It was silent and you panicked. Leave.
You turned on your heel quickly and padded to the door. You heard him following behind. Trying to get the door quickly opened you grabbed the handle and pulled, but his hand hit the door with his palm and he pushed it.
"Stop. Are you okay? Like at home? That's not fine." George spoke quietly, a hint of anger in his voice.
You turned around and shot him a glare, "Why should you care?"
"I like to care about people I like."
Those words hit you hard and you weren't sure how to take them. Figuring you should be civil you shrugged, "Nothing I'm not used to."
George shook his head and wrapped his arms around you. What the hell. You stood stiffly, not fond of being touched. His hug did feel pleasing, but it scared you. It lasted longer than you wanted it to. His hands stayed on the small of your back as he gave you a little more space and his dark orbs stared down at you. "I want to help you, any way I can."
You we're in a trance, in space again as George would say. You simply nodded your head and felt yourself loosen up. You dug your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso. His warmth seeped into you as you let go of everything in the hug. You couldn't remember the last time you had a proper hug, but you were melting.
"Please help."