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- in case no one told you today, i love you, you're beautiful and you deserve every good thing that has every happened you. wonderful things are on the way for you, angel. -

joji

today was the day, the day that y/n was coming to brooklyn.

we had both been waiting for this day for almost 6 months, and i couldn't wait any longer to see her.

and now, i was waiting in the airport, right infront of the arrivals sign. my heart was basically in my throat as i thought about seeing her for the first time.

it was 10pm, and it was dark outside, snow falling delicately onto the streets; coating everything it touches with a thin white layer of ice.

y/n had told me that it didn't really snow very much where she lived, and that's why she was excited to come to brooklyn, so she could see snow.

i promised her that we would have a snow fight, and that i wouldn't let her win (even though i absolutely will).

in my hand was a large bouquet. y/n had mentioned how much she loved flowers. i knew she liked lily's, babybreath, roses and peonies. but i wasn't sure how big was too big. so i just grabbed about 3 other bouquets and combined them together into one, just to be safe.

i always try really hard to hear what she says, but every time i look at her on facetime, i get distracted. because she's that beautiful.

i was shifting back and forth, out or pure nervousness. i couldn't wait to see her, finally, y/n. my y/n.

maybe i was underdressed? maybe i shouldn't have shaved? i was just wearing black jeans and a plain black winter jacket, as well as a hat, because it was fucking cold.

was this enough? will she still like me looking like this? no, no, that's a stupid question. what the fuck am i on? i thought to myself.

as i was wrapped up in my own thoughts, my phone buzzed in my pocket and i picked it up, reading a text from y/n.

"hey joj, getting of the plane now. sorry it's taking long, i don't want to make you wait..."

your pov

you heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

you were so nervous. am i underdressed? is he gonna be dressed well? fuck, i really didn't think about this very much.

i quickly texted joji, letting him now it's taking a long time to get off the plane, and i feel bad that he's waiting.

my phone buzzed and i grinned, turning it on to see a text from joji.

"i'd wait for you forever dollface"

and blush painted itself over my cheeks. i really, really, really like him.

but we're just friends right? he definitely doesn't feel the same way. i came as a friend, i'm just visiting a friend.

i sat in my uncomfortable plane seat, my fingers twisting themselves in my hoodie string, attempting to calm myself down.

in a very short time, joji has become my favourite person in the entire world. i don't know how on earth he convinced me to fly to him for my birthday.

but, i'm currently getting off a plane in brooklyn. so he won i guess. i grabbed my luggage and walked down the plane ramp carefully and into the warm airport.

i was on the verge of throwing up, because i was two seconds away from meeting, and touching the person who saved my life.

i was very scared, going between me being underdressed, maybe i should've worn more makeup. no, he wouldn't care, right?