Could I request a 49 and 45 for Jeno, please? Thanks!
hey.. hope you like it.
✨ tw - violence, kidnapping , death, abuse, language, mature themes✨
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45 - We'll see about that".
49 - “Just... hold my hand?”.
with jeno.
You open your eye to the single tear slipping down your temple, you haven’t notice the gasp of air that you took as you came up from the grisly dream you were stuck in.
You stare at complete darkness, trying to make sense of your whereabouts, and it comes back.. You are in jeno’s apartment, in his room, in his bed.
Reality still hazy, you push yourself off of the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor.. you stand up, carful not to knock anything as you make your way out the room.
You feel better seeing that everything is in its place, the sky is not falling, the town is not burning..
Your regular loneliness is still here, the ache of missing your family is still there too, all in place.
The cluster phobic feeling of being locked up zeroing in on you, the dreadful emotions that were stirred by the nightmare still prevalent.. there you are standing alone in the dark living room of your unhinged kidnapper, it breaks you and you cry.
The sharp intakes of air that filled your quivering chest, were enough to wakeup the man who slept next to you.
The frantic foot steps, thumbing there way to you.
“What are you doing here?” Was his first question, he looks around, at the locked door, the locked windows to check if you were trying to escape.
You wipe your tears.. “I just.. I had a nightmare”
His head whips towards you, his face knotted in agitation.. his eyes scan you from head to toe.
“A nightmare?” He doesn't seem to believe you, his hands position themselves over his hips..
“what was it about? Me?”
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes at him.. you shake your head denying the accusation, “no it wasn’t about you”, your fingers playing with the hem of your top, wanting to say that it was about your mother but not knowing how to bring it up without upsetting him.
His body relaxes, feeling guilty maybe..
“Come back to bed, y\n. It’s just a bad dream”
You nod and walk past him, he follows you back to his bed.. you slip under the covers, he does too.
“Come here..” He opens his arms for you lay on his shoulder.. you don’t know if it was because he’s half asleep or if he’s genuinely changing his cruel ways with you.
You lay on him, his rhythmic heartbeat and his warmth.. making the negative effects of your fresh nightmare melt off.
you think maybe this is your chance to ask him..silence falls upon the room, you hesitate to break it, but it’s now or never.
“Jeno..” You look up at him, a small groan is your response ..
You stutter, but push through the nerves, “umm you think maybe.. uh maybe I can call my parents later?”
As soon as you uttered the words, he’s lovey self shuts down. he sigh and pulls his arm from underneath you.. “We'll see about that”
He turns away leaving you to stare at his back, the naives hope you had shatters, you regret speaking.. maybe it was too soon to ask.
dispare takes over you, your body uncontrollably shakes and your eyes well with tears.. damn it you don’t want to cry again but you feel so alone and he’s all you’ve got.
Your trembling voice calls his name..
“Jeno”
“What?!” He shouts at you, his body turning towards you in anger.. "I said no! that's the end of it" he looks like a fuming monster.
“I just wanted you to hold me " you explain yourself between the hiccups..
he looks down at you for a minute,
" could you please hold my hand?”
Your shaking hand reach for him..
He sighs, laying back this time facing you.. he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers together..
“shh don’t cry”