Speak to Me (Joji x Reader)

Breakfast

Your P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of my front door slamming shut. I sat up in my bed, noticing I was all alone. Joji must be the one who just came in. I got up and walked closer to my bedroom door. I heard intense rustling, someone was going through my boxes. What the fuck? I could hear things being taken out of boxes and being unwrapped, until a huge BANG sounded from the kitchen area. Jesus Christ, is that H/N dropping all of my shit on the floor? I walked out of my bedroom and door the small hallway to the living room.

"Hello?" I called out. I reached the kitchen and saw Joji picking up a pot that had fallen out of a box. 

"Morning, gorgeous." he said, smiling up at me. He stood up straight and placed the pot on my counter, next to several bags of groceries. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him, placing a hand on my chest. 

"You scared me a bit." I said, half smiling. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop all this stuff. I was gonna make you breakfast, but since you're awake now, wanna make it together? I bought you some food that should last you a couple days." he said, smiling at me. 

"Thanks for that. How much was it?" I looked over to the plastic bags. 

"Doesn't matter." he said, taking eggs, cheese, and an assortment of vegetables out of one of the bags. 

"After we make food and I shower and get ready and all that...can we go out and you can show me around? I've barely seen anything besides Five Guys and that club we went to last night. Not that I even remember much of that." I said, hinting that I wanted to know more. But he wasn't looking at me, he had started preparing to cook omelettes. 

"Makes sense, I don't know exactly what happened though." he said, cracking two eggs into a cup and blending them with a fork. There was a moment of silence, until he looked over to me. I had taken a seat, elbows resting on the counter, head resting in my hands. 

"Well what do you know?" I asked him. He looked back to the food and sighed. "Just start from the beginning. Please."

"Alright." he continued preparing the food. "We all got to the club and I went to the dance floor. I was kinda hurt that you'd been ignoring me all day, especially after what H/N had said. You know, that you'd get bored of me. So I tried to just listen to the music and get drunk as fuck. But all I could think about was you. I didn't believe in love at first sight until I met you. And then I got to know you a little, and I just felt like I had known you my whole life. I'm so comfortable around you, and you can genuinely make me laugh. Not a lot of people can do that. I just...I dunno. I've never wanted someone by my side this badly before." he looked over to me, made eye contact, and quickly looked away. He cleared his throat. 

"Go on." I said. 

"Well, anyways. The boys came and found me, and told me that I should go see you. They fought me about it for a little bit, 'cause I didn't want you to see me so trashed. But eventually they got me to the bar you were at, and you were nowhere to be found. We walked back over to the dance floor, and I had caught a glimpse of you being held up by some guy. I slipped away from the boys and tried to get through the crowd, but there was so many people. When I made my way through, I got to the parking lot. I heard some guy trying to get his keys, and saw you on the ground. I freaked the fuck out." he slid the first omelette onto a plate, placing two pieces of bacon next to it. He sighed. "I beat the shit out of the guy. He was okay enough to run eventually, not until I gave him permission, though." he smiled slightly. 

"Jesus." I said, rubbing my temples. "I vaguely remember that last part." 

"I'm just glad I got there when I did. I don't know what I would have done if he had gotten away with taking you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." he finished making the second omelette, and brought over the two plates. He placed mine in front of me, and pulled out two glasses from my cupboard. He poured two glasses of orange juice, and sat down next to me. 

"I'm glad you found me. For real, I can't tell you how grateful I am for you. Shit's been so crazy lately, and even though we just met, I feel like you're the only one I can rely on." I put my fork down. "And just for the record, you look hot as fuck with bruised knuckles." I ran my fingers lightly over his hand, and he didn't wince. He just looked into my eyes, and his eyes wandered down to my lips. His face lit up and he smiled at me. 

"For the record, you're an amazing kisser. The best I've ever had." he said, and leaned in to kiss me. We locked lips for a moment, hands through each others hair. I pulled away. 

"Not so bad yourself." I said, taking my last piece of bacon with me on my way to my bedroom. I ate it and began searching for an outfit to wear today. 

"Any place you wanna go to today?" Joji called out, I could hear him clearing the table and beginning to wash the dishes. He was so fucking cute. 

"Not really, just show me some sights or something. Anything cool." I yelled out. 

"Ah, the pressure is on." he said. "Alright, text me when you're ready." he said, and headed out of my apartment.