Differences
Description:Enjin x reader “angst” with different love languages. Most likely ooc (he’s kinda a dick in this) A bit long so bare with me, I yap.
Extra:Iv never written anything like this before so PLEASE lmk what you think and if you want a continuation 🤞
Ty jade and zoë for being being my right hand men when writing this
Enjin had dropped your hand.
Not just dropped it, he had completely discarded your touch like it was nothing important to him, like he could rid it and then get it back with no trouble. This time, you weren’t going to forgive and forget like you normally do.
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You were at a party on the ground, something that became weekly tradition after you started dating Enjin. You were never a “party person” but going with him made you feel comfortable and safe enough to enjoy yourself. Ever since you got to know him, it was obvious he wasn’t used to serious relationships. He preferred casual things with no label, and that made you scared to get too close, even though he was the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen. But, once he started making the first moves and confessed he was ready to start something real, you had to hold yourself back from immediately falling head over heels. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, imagining that this play boy was actually willing to commit to you fully, but you let yourself fall into his warmth. The tender, intimate touch he only gave you behind closed doors. You didn’t mind at first that he never so much as held your hand in public, because the private stuff made up for it.
But now, going to parties with dozens of girls that obviously find him attractive, you couldn’t resist the urge to just jump on him and exclaim to everyone how he was yours. Not that it was a secret, but it wasn’t obvious, and you hated that. You hated the stares, because you knew they were looking straight through you to the tall blond man at your side.
You and Enjin had both had a couple of drinks. Not enough to get you drunk, but justtt enough to where you’re emotions started feeling stronger, and you were more willing to act on them. Enjin was in a conversation with a few guys you thought were total douchbags, but you had to admit that was the crowd he surrounded himself with. Your gaze shifted from the boring conversations as you started looking around the bar. Girls. Beautiful girls with their bedroom eyes staring straight into him. They have no shame and it pissed you off.
You shake it off as much as you can, trying to keep your attention on the reason you’re at the party. Him. You stare at him and realize just how much you’d be willing to do for him. As your basically in a trance looking at him, you see a shadow start approaching out the corner of your eye. You look and see one of the girls that had been staring him down for the past hour.
Great.
Your face goes deadpan as you see her coming up with a smug look on her face. “Hey, I’ve seen you around at a few parties. You’re only ever drinking thoughhh, let me take you for a dance.”
You stare at her in disbelief. Were you invisible, or was she just a bitch? Definitely the latter.
You turn to Enjin to see how he’ll respond, and surprisingly you see a smirk on his face. He takes his cigarette in between two fingers and runs his other hand through his hair.
“Nah, I’m good here. Thanks for the offer though.” It might just be his normal voice, but god it sounded like he was flirting back.
He didn’t look to you the entire interaction. Not to show how he was taken, or to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He just went right back to his conversation. It pissed you off, but at least he didn’t take the offer, right?
A bit of time goes by, the girls are back huddled around a table, sometimes giving looks or giggles in your guys directions.
After more silence from him to you, You decided you were going to make it obvious, and not even give them another chance to think they could get close. You, with your drink in left hand, take your right and casually wrap it around his sleeved bicep while he’s in the middle of telling some joke he had already told you on the drive over. He, with cigarette in his right hand, and now you clinging onto his left, looks towards your direction with only his eyes. You’re smiling to yourself, looking at his friends, thinking how cute your small gesture is. And then without missing another beat, you feel him move. Him shake. Him…shove? He, shook..YOU? OFF? Imitate confusion hit you as your grip was loosened. As you try to make sense of what possibly could have happened to make you lose him, you just hear him laughing while hitting the punchline of his joke, stepping away from you.
You look in his direction and see a calm expression. What had you done to make him push you off like that? And in public? As you remember your setting, you feel your cheeks warm, and your jaw tightens. The girls you were trying to impress had just seen him push you away. Matter of fact, everyone saw that. You hear faint giggles as you turn away completely from Enjin. He had given that other girl more attention that he had just given you. You stomped toward the bar and to get a drink. He follows you with his eyes. He thinks you’ll be back.
When you don’t return after ten minutes, he cuts off the conversation with his friends and goes looking for you. Eventually, just before he starts freaking out, there you are. Sitting on a couch, leaned back, arms crossed, with an empty cup infront of you. The look on your face made his stomach flip. Did something happen while his back was turned? What dipshit made your face contort with such sadness? He would deal with them.
Enjin came up and sat close on the couch, now attention fully on you. He had a fresh cigarette held softly between his lips. He reached out and rested a hand on your knee. When you twitched back at his touch, still not making eye contact, he got nervous.
“Hey, what’s going on? Where did you disappear off to? Ohhh did that make you jealous?” He giggled to himself. Did he really think this was funny? Dick.
His face went straight when he realized you really didn’t think this was funny. But it still started a fire in your stomach. Was he really that oblivious to how much of a jerk move that was? You look away.
When you don’t reciprocate, he takes a deep breath. As he exhales, smoke blows into your face. You smell the alcohol on his breath and the warmth of it. This made your body go hot. You almost forgot how much he had just made your heart ache. You knew that he blew smoke in your face when he wanted your attention. The idea of him wanting you to focus on him now had you a little flustered. That was sweet.
No. You had forgiven this fuck boy attitude to many times.
“Not talking, huh? Alright, guess it’s time to go. Just don’t let the silent treatment drag on, mkay?You’ll torture me” he spoke while standing up, leading the way. Good, you thought to yourself as you follow him out, eyes glued to the floor, dreading how this conversation might go.
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After a long and quit walk back to the car, you take a deep breath before opening the passenger door and sitting next to Enjin. Now, you couldn’t just walk away. The proximity forced you to confront him. The tension was immediately strong in the car, making the air heavy with smoke and irritation. However, it felt onesided. You didn’t see any irregularities on his face, and it just pushed your anger. You wouldnt have turned it into silent treatment if you hadn’t been so embarrassed. You meant to tell him straight to his face how he fucked up. You broke the silence with, “You were being way too friendly with that girl. And on top of that, you pushed me away.” emphasizing every word so he could feel how it stung.
You could see him hesitate after hearing your shaky words, thinking carefully at how he would respond.
The possibility of him hurting you had always made him scared to get any closer to you. He would rather push you away than you care too deeply for him and constantly get hurt.
“Hm? I think that’s a bit dramatic. I just wanted some space. And I didn’t even say yes-“
He barely got those last few words out before you chimed in. “You didn’t say no! Dramatic, be fucking for real right now.” You scoffed.
“Look I don’t know where this is coming from- I have no control over what some chick does. I honestly don’t care. Besides, I thought it was just you being needy again. Nothing to it.” He spoke with annoyance. You couldn’t believe it.
You turn to him and lean over the console. Getting close to his face you say sternly, “excuse me? you wanna say that again?” You felt violence bubble up in your body. Your fists turned white as you try to restrain yourself and not cause him to crash. He saw it. He saw your eyes twitching and your furrowed brows. He saw your frustration clear as day.
Shit.
He let his mouth move faster than he could think. He was being an asshole, he knew it, but for some god damn reason he had too much pride to take it back. His grip tightened on the wheel, and his jaw clenched where he could feel your breath close to him. It gave him goosebumps on his neck.
He sighs, picking his next words carefully, “I just mean I didn’t know to wanted attention. If you had told me straight up, yeah I would’ve given it to you.” That made you feel a bit better, but his sentence didn’t stop there.
“But also-sometimes Its too much. I can’t make myself enjoy something that I don’t. I ain’t a liar, and I’m sure as hell not gonna lie to you.”
The fuck? Why did he have to add that? That you were too much and he didn’t enjoy you?
You feel a lump in your throat, and warm tears start to pile. Him saying he wouldn’t lie to you didn’t even matter at this point, the damage was done. You didn’t know how your relationship could be fixed after he basically just said he didn’t want you.
After collecting yourself as much as you could, you say the first thing that you could think of that might make him feel sorry for being such a jerk.
“You know, I came to this stupid party in this dirty ass bar just to hang out with you, because believe it or not- some people actually enjoy being around their partners.”
“I didnt ask you to do anything for me!” He barked back, raising his voice a little. That set you off.
“You shouldn’t have to! But yeah maybe that’s the problem, you never ask for shit but you expect everything to go your way. You can’t communicate for shit.”
You shouted at him, still leaning over, but now you were completely in his face.
The moment stretched long and thin, you felt whatever attraction you had towards him fading away. The air went cold as no one had anything to say.
“Pull over.” You say with clenched teeth.
“Are you kidding? I’m in the middle of the road-”
“Pull.over.”
He could see you weren’t gonna budge. He pulled into the closest parking lot he could find. The moment the car goes in park, you open the door and step into the cold night, which was warm in comparison to the man you had just left.
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