a/n: um hi! this is my first joost fic, pls be kind lol
It’s the middle of the night where she is. Joost thought to himself. Why is she calling?
There was a flash of panic that ran through him, perhaps something seriously wrong, something’s happened; something that he could somehow help with countries away in a cold hotel room. He answered the call with a held breath.
“Schatje, what’s going on?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady through the worry.
He could hear your laugh–albeit muffled–on the other end of the phone. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least you were alright.
He called out your name a couple times, increasingly louder, until you properly answered him.
“Baby!” He could hear the smile in your voice, and the five espresso martinis you downed over dinner with your friends.
“Are you okay?” The sound of your friends laughing in the background made him smile; as much as he missed you, he was glad you were still being social and not just holed up in your apartment for the whole time he was away.
“Yeah! We all just went out for dinner at that Italian restaurant Martijn had his birthday-” you hiccuped. “-I got that pasta again-still so good!”
Joost grinned, telling you he was glad. He remembered that pasta, and the night, you’d practically gone crazy for this sundried tomato-y, yet creamy sauce and made almost everyone at the long table down the middle of the restaurant try a bite.
“I called for a reason…” You stated, and Joost hummed in response. “We were talking about this at dinner, like that tweet ‘would you still love me if i was a worm?’, so I wanna know!”
He let out a laugh, a warm laugh, an I-miss-you-and-all-the-random-things-you-think-of laugh. “Even if you were a worm, I would love you.”
“Really?” You answered with a certain twinkle in your voice, a squeak of just how touched you were.
“Of course! I’d even build you one of those worm farms and give you all my food, you’d love it,” he chuckled as he replied. “What about me? Would you love me if I was a worm?”
“We could be cute little worm buddies!” You giggled. “And we could go on little worm adventures!”
“What?” Joost crowed.
“You know, like we could hang out with other worms and eat old apples and stuff!”
“I think you need to go to bed, Schatje,” he said in a firm tone. “And drink some water!”
“Okay…” you answered him, drawing out the ‘aye’ sound. “Can I call you when I wake up?”
“I might be on stage but I’ll message you before then.”
“Okay, love you, worm.”
“Love you, worm.” He hung up the phone with a smile.
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