joji miller imagines

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your pov

you wiggled the key for your apartment in the key hole, attempting to balance 8 different shopping bags in your arms. you had just gotten back from shopping with your friends and you really just wanted to get home to cuddle with your fiancé joji.

"yes!" you cheered, after finally opening the door with your old key. you dumped the bags down on the ground by the door and closed it behind you.

you kicked your shoes off and dropped the keys in the bowl by the door. "babe?" you yelled through the quiet apartment, "joji! i'm back!" you yelled again, still no response.

you chuckled, as he has had probably fallen asleep or was making music with his headphones on and didn't hear you come in.

"baby? i may have spent a little too much-" you chuckled, but was cut off when you swung open the door your bedroom, revealing joji pounding into a blonde girl, tangled up in the sheets joji and i had just bought a week earlier.

his eyes closed, he looked like he was in pure bliss. something only i thought i could give him. i could feel my heart shattering into a million pieces

"joji-" you squeaked quietly, a tear dripping down your cheek. your engagement ring felt really heavy and you couldn't breathe.

his eyes whipped open, scrambling around and grabbing a sheet to wrap around himself. "y/n" he chocked, panting heavily.

you stayed still, not really knowing what to do. "i-i'm done" you stuttered, sliding your ring off and slamming it down on the table by your bedroom door.

"y/n! wait! princess!" he stuttered, the girl on the bed stayed quiet, you shook him off and ran to the kitchen, slipping your heels back on and slamming the door behind you.

you collapsed in a puddle of tears by your door and fumbled through your bag for your phone, once your fingers touched the cold glass you whipped it out and immediately called ian, the only person who you could go to.

the phone rang as you tryed to pull yourself together, ians voice boomed through your phone, "hello?", "ian! c-can you come p-pick me up please" you sobbed, "yeah, of course! where's joji? where are you?" he sounded worried, "i'm at my apartment, p-please hurry" you cried into the phone.

ian said he would be there in five minutes, or you thanked him and walked into the elevator, wiping my tears and attempting to collect my self.

stumblinginto the lobby of the apartment and ian texted saying he was outside, you jogged out of the lobby, heels clicking on the pavement with each step.

you saw ians jeep and jogged over, opening the door and collapsing into a pool of tears once inside.

"hey, hey, are you okay?" he stuttered, trying to calm me down. you shook your head relentlessly, "jojis c-cheating on me" you sobbed, into your hands.

"alright, you're gonna be okay. let's go back to my place" he mumbled, turning on the radio and started to drive away from the apartment which you had been living in with your finacé for three years.

"ian, the weddings in 4 months" you sighed, watching the busy streets of Brooklyn pass by and ian drove. your eyes started at your reflection, messy lipstick all over your face, mascara stains and tears dripping down your face.

he nodded, and kept driving. after driving for a couple more minutes he pulled down a side street and in front of his house, "we're here" he whispered, pulling the keys out and opening his door.

you did the same and followed him to his front door, he unlocked it revealing the familiar house where you had actually met joji in, ians birthday party 4 years ago.