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soramel · 3 years ago

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Curiosity didn’t kill the cat | jjk ff

Part 3

jjkxreader

Prompt: “You’re early,” said the grim reaper with a hint of amusement.

Fantasy au, grimreaper!jungkook, reader, romance, slow-burn

Words: 3.4k approx. Part 3/5

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Hollowing emptiness filled up your chest as a barren land came into view. An empty riverbed covered with ashes. You squinted against the ray of the sun.

You see nothing but the sky's horizon, another glare of light sent you looking down. Your hand served as the only shade against the glaring sun.

Blink.

Everything went dark.

A yearning love.

Your fist was clenched against your heart as it ached from within. You feel butterflies in your stomach. The unsettling yet warm feeling grew and grew until it became too much it made you curl down.

Everything feels soft against your skin. Silk satin draped around your body. You looked up, finding yourself in a bedchamber. Lamps were laid out on the wooden floor and on the tables, lighting up the darkness with dimmed warmth. You saw a man. His back against yours. His shoulder spanned wide as he slipped in a red robe.

Your fingers ached to reach him, to hold.

You lifted your hand.

Then suddenly, you're running on an empty hallway. Things passing in a blur.

Your eyes feel strained, your face drenched wet with sweat and your mouth could taste the salty tears running down your cheeks. Lifting your layered petticoat, the silk of its outer skirt crumpled against your palm.

Despite the confusion, you continued running. You just know you have to.

You have to escape.

They're coming.

Then a sudden realization stopped you in your tracks. As if air was pushed out of your lungs.

A high-pitched cry ripped through the air, like a wounded animal's, but it was from you. You found the helpless sound coming from your throat. You stared down at your arms grasping your body for something you could hold.

You realized you lost everything you fought for.

You're empty, yet you're filled full to the brim. Your cup overflowing with gut-wrenching pain, loss, and grief. Those emotions were deep-rooted from the love you have for him.

It dawned you.

It's all his fault.

The man you thought you love.

It's his fault.

He brought you nothing but suffering. You laid your heart out and sought for the little love he could give.

Yet there's been no one to yearn for but him, the future you could have together, the family you could have built. If things were just different.

A nightmare

That's what it is.

You jolted awake in a cold sweat.

Breathing in and out, you calmed yourself. Everything was just a dream. You're not dead. You're here in...

Whose place is this?

You turned to the creak of a door. Jungkook's all dressed in black. A fedora hat on his hand.

"Y/n," he greeted. "How was your sleep?"

"Jungkook?" you asked. Confused at how you knew his name.

His eyes went wide before nodding. "Yeah, I'm Jungkook, your assigned grim reaper."

You exhaled as you realized last night was not a dream. You died by mistake. In your sweater and pajamas.

"By the way, I have clothes for you. I figured you should come with me. For your safety,"

He then opened his bedroom door wider for you to come in.

The black trench coat felt heavy on your shoulder. Your outfit is similar to his, except the sordid hat on his head. He figured you could look like a grim reaper to ward off any wandering souls. Scaring them might help, save for the starving ones like the woman you encountered last night.

It's been five minutes of standing by on a bus stop. He just stood there and stared off in a distance. On an ordinary day, you thought you'd be stared down by the odd combo of your outfits, but at that moment, your presence was not visible to their eyes.

Jungkook pulled out his tablet as you watch the pedestrians crossing the street, envying how they go on with their mundane routine. Jungkook's brows furrowed as he navigated through the gadget, as if re-reading something.

You saw a ball rolled off the street, its owner chasing after the object. The boy sped off at the last few seconds, oblivious to the truck speeding above the limit.

Pointing your finger to the child, you tried to notify the people around you, "The-the..." you stuttered.

There's no time.

You ran to the boy without much thought, failing to notice you went to your desired position in a blink.

The grim reaper whipped his head up at the air's whoosh. His eyes widened as he saw you pitting yourself against the truck to protect the boy. Jungkook yelled after you, anger and worry bubbling from his chest at your stupidity.

Before he could yank you out of the way, a lapse in time occurred. No one felt it, except the grim reaper who's baby-sitting you.

Then the truck swerved to a different direction, screeching tires marked the road as the driver desperately tried to stop. But it was too late.

Shocked gasps rippled through the watching crowd. You turned back at the boy's sudden cry. He was attended to by his mother whose face was etched with burdening worry. You stared back to the man laying on the pavement. His body being crowded by the bystanders as they called for an ambulance.

A strong grip yanked you to the other side. Jungkook was raging. He was lost for words for a second before ending up shouting, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

You flinched from the pain of his gripping hold and from fear.

You took a step back.

"I... he's a child. The truck..."

"Why would you interfere?! Is that child's life different from the man's?! Who are you to weigh lives on your hands?! Have you lost your mind?!"

Lips trembling at his outburst, you looked back at the site of the incident. "I didn't know, I didn't mean to..."

I didn't mean to kill him.

You yanked back your arm, covering your ears upon hearing a voice. You stared at Jungkook in horror.

I think I am... I'm going crazy, you thought to yourself.

"He's alive!" Someone from the crowd shouted. The sound of ambulance echoed, approaching in a distance.

Jungkook dragged you to the scene, never letting go of you as he crouched down to hold the man's wrist.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"He'll be fine," he muttered, more like to himself.

"I'm sorry," you told him, guilt laced in your tone.

The rest of the day were all spent in silence. Jungkook fetched two more souls and all the while you were just there beside him as he does his work, basically acting like his shadow.

You were walking down the sidewalk of a business district after sending off his last soul for today. He was supposed to send off three if not for your interference. He should've 6 souls left after this day, but you being in his roster and the child's suddenly shifted fate this morning, he's still 8 souls away from finishing his duty.

He tapped off on his tablet with a resigned hum as he found his schedule empty.

Tucking in the device back to his coat, he stared off across the buildings like an old man.

His gaze then fell to yours. Your eyes filled with innocence as you watch him.

He tutted before continuing walking. You sauntered after, head down.

"Ngghhhh..." you looked up at the noise and almost yelped at the gory looking ghost. His clothes were tattered, but he looks way more decent than the one you encountered last night. His eyes were dazed, staring at you.

Jungkook calmly diverted you to the other side, placing himself between you and the ghost, and you both kept on walking. He patiently said, "Don't stop. He wouldn't dare."

You followed his instruction, but your eyes were somehow glued on the man, seeing one of his shoes is missing. Jungkook hissed, "Eyes ahead."

You flinched and diverted your head forward. Only to face a busy lady engrossed on her phone. Jungkook halted pulling you in front of him to get you out of the way.

It's your first time seeing his face up-close in daylight. It was only then when you noticed that he's not wearing his fedora, his hair is clean-cut short, showing his eyes and ears. His hair is still down but gone were the unruly curls you remembered he was sporting.

"Your hair changed," you muttered, gaze grazing the outline of his face.

Jungkook blinked. Once. Twice.

Flick!

"Aw!" you yelped as you rub your forehead. The area he hit felt pulsing.

You glared him down, "What was that for?!"

He leaned back a bit, cocking his head to the side, "Thought of rebooting your brain. Guess my power's limited."

Your jaw went slack at the insult.

He stepped to the side and continued on walking. He then decided to brief you, "As an ordinary ghost, bumping through a human would mess up both of your energy. It's best to avoid them when you can."

Nodding in understanding, you strolled to his side, carefully avoiding any living humans on the sidewalk.

"Where are we heading?" you asked him.

"Nowhere," he replied.

The both of you kept walking for what felt like an hour. When he took a turn at the end of a curb, you couldn't help but complain, "For how long are we walking, can't you just teleport us to that place? I'm tired."

He turned to you, realization dawning on him. He then looked around and found an empty café. Without saying anything, he walked again.

"Aish, that arrogant jerk. @2^;*&! $%#4," you grumbled under your breath.

Jungkook held the door open for you. It's a wonder that he stays chivalrous when he's like the arrogant narcissistic bastards you've met before. One second he's looking after you, the next he acts as if you're a lint he's living with. A dirt he wants to dust off but will continue to live on his life.

He looked at you indifferently as you passed by with a glare.

You took the seat near a window, then the grim reaper followed, taking the seat in front of you.

The café was relatively empty. Its interiors adorned with fake plants and orchids. The walls were painted with wood and brick-like patterns. The table has a centerpiece of tissue holder, plastered with italics, "A true heart remembers".

Your gaze then turned back to Jungkook. You opened your mouth to say something, but his expression cut you off.

There he goes again.

Looking at you as if you're a parasite he's yet to figure out. His condescending stare ticks off your nerves.

You raised a brow, "What?"

He inhaled with a hiss, then tapped his fingers incessantly on the table as he exhaled.

"I haven't met someone as unfortunate as you," he started.

Lifting a hand closed to a fist, he unfolded his pinky finger, "You're below an average college student,"

followed by the next, "You barely have friends,"

and another, "You died on the way to your solitude, by mistake at that,"

Cocking his head to the side, he spoke to himself this time, his gaze averting yours, "Maybe if you're not a sore loser and attended that party, you could have lived, and I wouldn't be in this dire situation."

"I mean..." he trailed off.

"Nothing's so special about you,"

"Why?" he pouted, wondering as he held his hands up. You scowled. "Aside from brave stupidity, there's nothing much."

You shouted at his relentless insults, startling him.

"Will you really keep this up?" you asked, voice laced with sheer annoyance.

With his eyes wide, he reiterated, "I'm helping you here!"

He waggled his hand beside his forehead, saying, "I've been racking up my brain,"

Then he gestured towards you, "While you create trouble one after the other,"

"Maybe you don't have one. Don't try so hard," you retaliated.

Crossing your arms on your chest, you added, "Maybe if you're not a sore loser and did your life differently, you wouldn't be a grim reaper and you wouldn't have to put up with me."

He closed his mouth at that for a moment, before muttering, "I've been at this job ever since. I'm finishing my duty so I could live as a human."

The rush of triumph turned to guilt in a flicker.

"You were not reincarnated?" you curiously asked.

"I..." he trailed off, "I haven't asked. I don't know. Really."

You frowned, "Why would you want to be a human, anyway? You're powerful. You don't get tired, you don't get to work and fit a measly salary in a month, you don't have to study," the list on your mind could actually go on as to why he's better off than you.

"It's lonely to be alone," he simply replied.

"And that's my dream, as a grim reaper. We all want to be human after delivering 700 souls. I haven't questioned that career path ever since."

Your right cheek twitched. He's weird, they're weird. It's weird talking about supernaturals as if it's a corporate world. Jungkook sounded like a corporate slave.

At that, you sighed in realization. Even in the Afterlife, or whatever dimension you're in, it's all the same.

He called your name, reaching for your hands across the table. "That's why we should figure out how to fix your fate line. The spirit guide's helping us, but what if we discover something important to your case? The faster we figure things out together, the better."

Your gaze shifted from his hands to his face.

The surrounding brightened. Birds were chirping and you're hearing the still water's splashing against the bank.

You found Jungkook beaming at you. The first genuine smile you saw from him. The corners of his lips lifted into a curve, a bit of his gums showing, his pearly whites sparkling, his eyes twinkling in joy.

He's wearing a cylindrical hat, its wide brim filtering out the rays of the sun. His hair is in a top-knot as you can see through the partly transparent headpiece.

His dimple accentuated as he spoke, "Marry me,"

When you didn't answer, he mistook the confused look on your face. "The King gave us his blessing. The General, I mean, your father knows. He also agreed," he further explained.

"Jungkook," you breathed out.

Then the brightness faded, bringing you back to the café.

Jungkook was in much astonishment as you. You snatched your hands away, leaving his palms open.

It's of no-use but you truly felt your heart beating fast. You stared back to his eyes and again your heart skipped a beat.

"What was that?" he asked. "Did you see what I saw?"

You nodded. "I, we," you tried to compose a coherent sentence, but failed.

He nodded eagerly, "I need to make a call," he stood up, not waiting for a reply.

Jungkook went outside the café as he dialed on the phone. You met his eyes, and he didn't back down, giving you a steady intent look.

You could only see his mouth moving as he spoke.

Then waited, as he stared at you.

You steered away from his gaze as he snapped out of a trance. After a while, he brought his phone down.

You watch him go back to you, averting your eyes.

He wet his lips before saying, "The spirit guide is on an important matter right now. His secretary insisted on meeting him as planned."

"Have you told her what happened?" you asked.

Jungkook nodded, "I did, but he's with..." he trailed off and pointed his finger up.

Well, you can do nothing for now. You need to wait.

You nodded in acknowledgment.

It's nighttime and you were now in his apartment. You were sitting down on the couch as he paced back and forth in his living room, dizzying you in the process.

"Jungkook," you warned for the second time, begging him to stop.

"You asked to marry me, we were husband and wife, in our past life, so grim reapers do have a past," he chanted for the nth time.

"Hah! How dare them lie to us. They just wanted us to do their work without us making a fuss? 700 souls! Do you know how many criminals, psychopaths, nagging wives, and alcoholic husbands I've dealt with? It felt like a thousand! In exchange of what? This apartment and these boring clothes, that's it!"

He ranted.

"I should tell Taehyung and Yoongi about this," he resolved.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "And what? Form a union?" you asked with sarcasm.

He looked at you in horror, "Marriage is only for two people."

"Are you stupid?" he added before fumbling on his phone.

You rolled your eyes. You should've felt offended, but you couldn't even bother to correct him. That's how hopeless you think he is.

And stupid

And narcissistic at that.

"I didn't ask to marry you. You asked to marry me," you nonchalantly repeated for the second time again. However, you didn't even bother if he heard you or not. Jungkook also didn't care. His brows in a furrow as he waited for the other line to be picked up.

It seemed no one answered, but he tried again.

"Taehyung!" he exclaimed.

"Are you done?" he asked, taking a seat beside you.

"Meet me at my place and bring Yoongi hyung. I have big news for you, you wouldn't believe it."

"This is more important! Absolutely! It's a secret and you'll know it first from me."

"Ah, I can't go there. Too many roaming souls. I have..." he paused, looking at you, before continuing, "I have a baggage here."

You gaped at the use of his words.

Jungkook stood up, heading to the window. "No, I can't carry it. Just bring home soju and pears. Ah and if there's some porridge and rice cakes. Okay? Bye!"

He turned around and grinned at you, "I have a treat coming for you!"

Then you thought, he reminded you of Jimin's pet. That white ball of fur who did nothing but eat carrots and cabbage all day long.

"Cats, and dogs, and rabbits are lucky, they have a working pet to buy them food," you mockingly teased Jimin one time who's beaming at his bunny as he watched the cute monster chew.

"What?!" Taehyung yelled.

Jungkook smugly nodded. Taehyung stared at you then back to Jungkook. "So, she's your wife?" he asked to confirm.

You winced and cringed and you craved to fold your fingers. Taehyung is worse than Jungkook.

The bunny nodded once and proclaimed to emphasize a point, "She asked me to marry her."

You bit your lower lip in annoyance and threw the rice cake back to the paper plate. The three grim reapers were startled by your action.

Donning a fake smile, you tried your best to be patient and slowly explained, "Jungkook asked to marry me."

"We were in a lake," you started.

Taehyung looked at you attentively as he's sitting across the coffee table, ready to hear the version of your story. You pulled his hands to yours, "Then he held my hands,"

"He smiled at me, like this," you demonstrated. Trying to copy the face you remember with all the twinkling eyes.

"Then said, 'Marry me,'"

Jungkook, who's sat beside you, abruptly slapped your hands away from his friend. "Ouch!" you fussed, glaring at him.

"Why did you have to hold his hands? Saying that! Doing that!" he protested.

In which you argued, "So you'd remember! Your ass is too up high on your head! Why?!"

A giggle escaped Taehyung's lips as he nuzzled near Yoongi. "Look at them, they're so cute together!" he squeaked as he hugged the man. You winced at his remark.

Yoongi hissed in irritation. He pushed Taehyung's head away while the younger tried to brush his head off against him. Yoongi still won.

Out of the three, Yoongi seemed the most normal to you.

"Maybe you have to relive your life together to remember what happened," he muttered.

"But grim reapers are not supposed to remember their past, Jungkook. You have to be prepared."

Then he went on, "I knew grim reapers who crossed the 7 Trials without knowing their past. I also knew some who learned about who they were, but still chose to vanish. I don't know why."

He stared up, looking both of you in the eyes, as he said his final piece, "Remember who you were, but don't get too attached to your past. There's only one way forward."

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thehanwen · 6 years ago

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Notes Part 1

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Klaus gets out of rehab and tries to reunite with an old friend, but his addiction gets in the way. They do meet up eventually, cuddles happen.

Warnings: Canon Character Death? Mentions of drugs

Word Count: 2,229

A/N: So this is the first writing work that I have posted here. Its fluffy and cute. I just love Klaus a lot. I’ve written before but the tua community has just really inspired me to share this story. I tried to keep the reader gender neutral to include everyone. I hope you like it! Feel free to message me with critiques or feedback. Thanks to @octavia-marie-blake for the help!

Your stairs creaked as you climb to your third floor apartment, arms full of groceries. Maybe too many groceries, but you abided by the very strict one-trip rule. Plus you’re not climbing these god damned stairs again. You struggle to fit the key into the lock and once the door does swing open you drop your armful of bags onto the floor in shock. Your things are strewn everywhere; books on the floor, furniture turned over, couch cushions in the kitchen, even the mattress was lying askew. Someone had been here. Your apartment was broken into! Your finger lingers over the last 1 in 911, when you notice a note on the table. You put your phone down and look at it, curious.

Hey Y/N,

Out of rehab! Woo! Be back later

…Sorry about the mess

It was written in purple marker and there was a tilted smiley face in place of a signature. You could tell from the rough handwriting that it was Klaus. Sometimes you wonder why you care about that asshole. For half a second you can’t figure out what he was looking for. All of your possessions seem to still be here, just scattered about. That’s when you realize, the money. That man couldn’t stay clean for 2 hours after getting out of rehab! You sigh and run your hand through your hair, as you walk to the bathroom to check your medicine cabinet. Sure enough, the emergency cash you keep in an old pill bottle is gone. You’re gonna have to think of more creative hiding spots for that. You’re not surprised, but you do wish he had just waited until you got back. You could have helped him. You’ve done it before. Reaching into your pocket you fiddle with the wrapper of the present you picked up for him. If only he had waited just a little bit longer. Sighing, you return to your discarded groceries and realize the drop must have broken some eggs, as there is a clear liquid leaking out of one of the bags. Great.

You manage to clean that up and get your apartment back in order, before falling into bed. You were exhausted after a double shift at the bar, but had a hard time actually sleeping. You were anxious about Klaus, where was he? When was he coming back? How did he get in, in the first place? Obviously he wasn’t going to be sober. You get up and decide to leave your own note. You tape it to the outside of your door and head back to bed, too tired to wait any longer.

Earlier.

Klaus knew exactly who he wanted to see when he got of rehab. He bee-lined to your apartment, but found it locked. He pouted and stomped his foot at the door like that would magically unlock it. He trudged back down stairs when, of course, it did nothing. As he was walking down the alley he noticed the fire escape. A crazy plan popped into his head, so of course he executed it and was sneaking into your apartment within the span of 5 minutes.

He had every intention of just waiting until you came home and he did, for about 15 minutes. He checked out your nick-knacks, listened to whatever was on your stereo, and lounged on your bed, but an itch crept over his skin and ghostly screams wailed in the distance. All of a sudden he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew you kept some emergency cash around, all he had to do was find it. He felt guilty about it, but you knew each other well and after all this was an emergency. Actually he hated that he had to steal from you. But he had to. He could feel the lack of drugs in his veins more than he ever felt them when they were there. The ghosts were starting to reappear and they pressed into his consciousness and it terrified him. He entered into a kind of frenzy looking for the money, he knew he had trashed your place, but it didn’t really hit him until after he found what he was looking for.

“Aha!” He cried as he pulled a wad of cash out of a pill bottle. He kissed the money and then recoiled at the taste. Ben looked at him disapprovingly. “What?”

Ben turned his gaze to the ruined apartment. Klaus followed suit. He surveyed his handy work, seeing it for the first time, and grimaced. Oops.

“You are gonna clean this up, at least, right?” Ben said.

“Of course” Klaus waved his hand, as if to dispel Ben’s energy.

Ben wasn’t convinced.

Klaus could feel the symptoms of withdrawal getting worse. Without the goal of getting more, it was all he could think about. The ghosts screamed his name and it was getting louder. Soon it would be all he could hear. He needed relief. He fiddled with the fur on his coat as he desperately tried to control himself. He wanted to fix everything. He wanted to wait until you got back. He wanted to see you. But he needed his drugs more. Righting a lamp on your side table quickly was all he could manage before his addiction pulled his gaze back to the window where he entered.

“There! See? I helped” He said, spreading his arms in a half bow. Ben rolled his eyes. Klaus was halfway out the window when he thought better of just leaving and went back to scrawl a quick note, leaving it on the table.

He woke violently as electricity ran through his body. He gasped for breath and felt a rough tingling fade from his chest, through his limbs. His heart beat as fast as it could. This was almost as good as the high! He took a deep shuttering breath, letting the adrenaline course through his veins. He felt so alive! His smile over took his whole face as he put his hand up for a high-five from the paramedic, who obliged. They were good friends, after at least a dozen similar ambulance rides. That’s when a flicker of motion from the little television in the corner caught his attention. He squinted and blinked a couple times in disbelief at the news story about Reginald Hargreeves’ death.

The world seemed to slow and speed up at the same time for Klaus. He was having a hard time processing the actions of others. People rushed around him and he could only stand there like he was in slow motion, but no one else was. By the time they let him out of the hospital, he could at least hold a thought in his head.

He tried not to care about if his dad was dead or not. Why should he, the man never gave a shit about him or his siblings. He did some really awful stuff that Klaus would rather not think about. Despite all that, Klaus couldn’t bring himself to not care, though he would never admit that to his family. He knew Reginald would die eventually, he was old after all. He’d been old since Klaus could remember. But why should he feel like this. The man was awful. He only called them by their numbers! Number 4 this, Number 4 that, You’re a disappointment Number 4. He shouldn’t be sad, shouldn’t me mourning. He should be grateful that the old bastard couldn’t hurt anyone else. But he was still their dad, and now he was gone. This cyclical line of thinking led to some pretty confused and conflicted emotions in Klaus. Plus he was coming down from his high, which just made it worse. Klaus felt a wetness run down his cheek. He didn’t know when he started crying and he didn’t bother to wipe it away. He wandered aimlessly through the streets after he left the hospital, looking for a fix. He had nowhere to go. Though he supposed he should go back to the academy at some point. But not yet, he just wanted to feel numb and avoid this confused jumble of emotions. After a while he looked up and found himself in front of Y/N’s building once again. Forgoing the fire escape for the stairs, he climbed to the third floor and stopped in front of your door, where a large note with KLAUS written on the front was taped at eye-level. He ripped it off the door and turned it over.

Klaus,

I don’t know how you got in last time, but do that again. I’m not leaving my door unlocked while I’m sleeping and I don’t have a spare key. I’m still mad about the apartment, but I hope you’re okay.

Please come back… I miss you

-Y/N

Klaus lingered on the last part of the note. He knew he missed Y/N, but he never thought that they would feel the same. Y/N was always there for him. They’d helped him through a lot of heavy shit and he had tried his best to return the favor, but he knew he was a lot to handle and he never expected anything from them. He gingerly touched the words ‘I miss you’ and read them a few more times to let it sink in. Someone wanted him. Not just for his powers. Not just because they had to. Someone wanted him for him, despite all his problems, regardless of his addiction. He was even more excited to see Y/N now. He crumpled the note in his hand and stuffed into his pocket, a smile creeping its way across his face. He reached for the doorknob, turned it. It was locked.

Klaus sighed. Of course Y/N didn’t leave the door open. It was in the note too. How had he forgotten that. Y/N could never just make it easy could they? He ran back down the stairs and to the fire escape. Looking up at the height he sighed again, exasperated, and hefted himself up to start the climb.

You vaguely heard a tapping noise at your window, but were too asleep to respond. It was warm here, whatever that was could deal with itself. You just rolled over in bed and pulled the blanket up farther. Mmm warm.

Next a pressure on your arm jolts you awake. Your eyes snap open and you sit up fast, lashing out with your arms and almost hitting Klaus in the face before you realize its him.

“WOAH, Woah It’s just your friendly neighborhood junkie” Klaus cries out, holding his hands up and stumbling back from the bed.

“Klaus?” you say, almost disbelieving.

“Yeah, Doll, me” He looks at you quietly, taking you in after such a long time. His face softens as he studies you. You noticed the bags under his eyes were deeper, he hadn’t been sleeping and his eyeliner was smudged like he had been crying. He looked skinnier, his close hung off him in a different way. His hair was a mess, but it glistened in the moonlight streaming through the window. His cheek bones and jaw line made a striking outline in the low-light. He was beautiful. His eyes caught the light too, sparkling green. They always held so much emotion, but you could almost never decipher it all. You reached out your hand toward his face, wanting nothing more than to hold him.

“c’m’ere” you mumble.

He is even quieter now, as he tentatively comes back to the bed. He pauses, hesitating, before he shakes his hands at you, gesturing for you to scooch so he can lie down. He throws off his jacket, shirt, and pants and climbs into the space you made. He shuffles over the mattress, getting as close to you as physically possible. Laying his head on your chest, he curls up so his hand is on your stomach and his legs are somehow in your legs. He holds you tight, like he never wants to let go. You always loved how cuddly Klaus was. It was what got you through the hard times, anxiety, depression, you name it. Klaus was there for you. This is why you put up with so much of his chaotic life. Though you had to admit his party attitude was also fun on occasion.

You lean into his frame, playing with his hair and rubbing his arm in a slow rhythm. All of these sensations make Klaus exhale deeply and melt into you, finally relaxing. You take a deep breath too, inhaling Klaus’ scent like it was a freshly dry blanket. He smelled like pot, alcohol and strawberry hair product and you loved it. You’re about to fall asleep again when he mumbles something into your skin. You perk up, but don’t open your eyes, enjoying the softness of his skin on yours.

“hm?”

“I missed you. I needed you” he mumbles again, slightly louder. You thought you could hear a hint of desperation behind his words. As emphasis to his confession, he snuggles closer to you. You wonder how long he had wanted to say that.

“I missed you too, Klaus, you mean so much to me” You say, trying to match his level of emotion. You kiss his head, catching another whiff of strawberry, before falling into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in a long time.

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