Bsf jaafar x quiet reader
Summary: At a hangout, a girl keeps talking over you and laughing with Jaafar which makes you more quiet.
The house was louder than you liked. Music from someone’s speaker in the corner. People laughing in overlapping conversations. Chairs scraping, someone shouting about a game on the TV.
It should’ve felt normal. It usually did when Jaafar was beside you. Although tonight, something felt off. You stood near the edge of the living room, half-leaning against the wall with a drink you hadn’t really touched. Jaafar was a few steps away, talking with a group of people laughing, relaxed, completely in his element.
Beside him was her, not his girlfriend or anything official. Someone new. Who had no trouble inserting herself into conversations like she’d always belonged there. You tried not to stare.
“So then I told him,” the girl said, laughing, lightly tapping Jaafar’s arm like it was the most natural thing in the world, “you can’t just show up late and expect us to wait for you.” Jaafar laughed too, shaking his head. “I mean… that’s fair.”
“It is fair,” she insisted, smiling wider. “You just think you can charm your way out of everything.” Jaafar raised a brow. “Do I?” The group around them chuckled, you didn’t. You looked down at your cup instead. The girl leaned in slightly again. " Honestly,” she added, voice playful now, “it works.” Jaafar laughed under his breath. “You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m not,” she said. “You’ve got that thing that ‘people listen to me without realizing it'. Jaafar gave a small, amused shrug. “I don’t know about that.” Your grip tightened slightly on the cup. You took a small step back without meaning to. It wasn’t jealousy, just an observation.
That’s what you told yourself. Someone in the group asked a question half-joking, the conversation split into multiple replies at once. Voices layered over each other. People talking over people. You spoke once, quietly. It wasn’t even a full sentence just an answer to something someone had asked you directly. Though no one heard it. The conversation moved on. The girl beside Jaafar continued talking over you, laughing again like she owned the space.
You stopped, mid-thought. You didn’t repeat yourself. Jaafar, still mid-laugh from something someone else said, suddenly turned his head. Not towards the girl, towards you. “Wait,” he said, voice cutting through the noise just slightly. “What were you saying?” The room didn’t register it.
He wasn’t looking at the loudest person, you blinked confused. “Me?” Jaafar nodded like it was obvious. “Yeah you were saying something.”
The girl beside him went quiet mid-smile. The group shifted slightly, attention rebalancing, you hesitated. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” Jaafar said immediately, still looking at you like he was trying to catch what you before it slipped away. “You were talking.”
You shrugged. “I just said it doesn’t matter.” “It does,” he replied softly. That made you chest tighten. The girl beside him let out a small laugh, trying to keep the tone light. “Oh, I think I missed it too what were you saying?” She said it like she was including herself. Jaafar didn’t look at her.
He stayed focused on you. “Say it again,” he said gently. Your throat felt tight. “I just… answered the question,” you said quietly, Jaafar nodded. “Okay. What was your answer?” The room felt a little quieter now.
You glanced around briefly. “I don’t remember what the question was anymore.” Jaafar frowned slightly. “Then we’ll figure it out.” The girl beside him blinked. “…It was about the trip next month.”
“Oh,” Jaafar said, like it clicked immediately. Then he looked back at you. “What were you saying about it?” You shook your head. “It wasn’t important.” Jaafar didn’t let it go. “It was to me.” The words were simple. That made everything worse.
You could feel it the way your chest tightened slightly at something so small. The girl tried again, lightly. “I think they said they weren’t sure if they were going.” Jaafar nodded once, acknowledging her looking back at you. “Yeah?” he asked softly. “You’re not sure?” You swallowed.
“I don’t know yet.” “Why not?” A pause. “Just… depends.” “On what?” You looked away. The girl laughed again, a little awkward now. “You’re really serious about this trip planning, huh?” Jaafar finally glanced at her briefly.
“Yeah,” he said simply, back to you again. “I want you there.” The room didn’t react much. It was a normal sentence in a normal conversation. You felt it land anyway. The girl’s smile faltered slightly, then recovered.
“Oh yeah, of course, everyone’s going to be there.” Jaafar nodded. “Yeah.” His attention didn’t move. You shifted slightly, suddenly very aware of their heartbeat. “I’ll think about it,” you said quickly. Jaafar smiled a little. “Okay, just let me know.” you couldn’t un-feel what had just happened. The way he had ignored the louder voice beside him.
You looked down at their cup again. Jaafar laughed at something someone else said again, pulling slightly back into the group. The girl beside him leaned in again, continuing her conversation like nothing had shifted. You didn’t feel normal anymore. You weren’t thinking about the girl standing next to him. You stayed where they were long after the conversation moved on.
You should've joined in again, said something. You brain felt stuck.
“Wait, what were you saying?”
Jaafar hadn’t even hesitated, hadn’t looked at the girl. “Hey.” You blinked. Jaafar had stepped away from the group again. He was closer now, holding a drink in one hand, brows slightly furrowed. “You went quiet again,” he said. You forced a small shrug. “I’m always quiet.”
“That’s not what I mean.” He never meant the obvious thing. You looked away. “I’m fine.” Jaafar let out a short breath like he didn’t believe it for a second. “You keep saying that.” “I am fine.”
“Okay,” he said softly, not convinced. “Then why do you look like you’re somewhere else right now?” Your grip tightened slightly around your cup. “I’m right here.” Jaafar studied you. “Not really.” The noise of the room filled the space between them,
Jaafar tilted his head slightly. “Did something happen?” You shook your head too fast. “No.” His eyes narrowed just slightly. “You didn’t like leave the conversation or something?” “I didn’t leave anything.”
“That’s not true,” he said gently. “You just kind of disappeared after you talked.” You let out a small, humorless laugh. “No one heard me anyway.” That made him pause. “…What?” You looked up at him.
“It’s fine.” “It’s not fine,” Jaafar said. “It is.” “No,” he repeated, softer but firmer. “It’s not.” You shifted your weight. “I’m used to it.”
That sentence landed differently. Jaafar’s expression changed slightly. “…Used to what?” You hesitated. “People talking over me.” A pause. “They usually don’t notice anyway.” Something in Jaafar’s face tightened.
“What do you mean ‘don’t notice’?” You looked away again. “I just mean it’s normal.” “That’s not normal,” he said quickly. You gave a small shrug. “It is for me.” That shut him up for half a second.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “…I heard you.” You blinked. “What?” “I heard you,” he repeated. “Just now, when you spoke.” You stared at him. “That doesn’t change anything.”
“Yes, it does.” “How?” Jaafar frowned slightly, like the answer was obvious. "I was listening.” Jaafar stepped a little closer. “You think I don’t hear you?" You hesitated. “I think…” you started, then stopped.
Saying it out loud made it real, Jaafar waited. You exhaled slowly. “I think I just talk too quietly for it to matter most of the time.” Jaafar said, “that’s not true.” You looked up sharply. “It feels true.” Jaafar shook his head.
“No, it feels like that because people don’t pay attention.” A pause. “I do.” Your breath caught slightly. “That’s not-” “It is,” he cut in gently. “I always do.” The room behind him was still loud. This conversation felt like it had stepped outside of it completely. “You don’t have to.” Jaafar blinked. “What?” “You don’t have to always-” you stopped, frustrated with yourself. “Never mind.”
“No,” he said immediately. “Say it.” You shook their head. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does to me.” Jaafar looked at you carefully. “Why are you acting like this is a problem?” You let out a quiet breath. “I’m not.” “You are,” he said softly. “Since earlier.” A pause. “Is it because of her?”
You went still, that was answer enough for Jaafar. “…Oh.” He didn’t say it like a realization of guilt. More like understanding something he hadn’t fully seen before. You quickly shook your head. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like?” “I don’t know,” you said honestly, voice quieter now. “It just felt weird.” “Why?” You hesitated. How do you explain that watching him laugh with someone else makes your stomach drop?
“I don’t know,” you repeated. Jaafar studied you for a long moment. “You left the conversation because of it.” You didn’t answer. He sighed quietly. “You know you don’t have to do that, right?”
You frowned slightly. “Do what?” “Pull away like that.” Silence. “You don’t get replaced in conversations that easily.” You looked down. “I didn’t say I was replaced.” Jaafar nodded. “I know.” A pause.
“I just think that’s what you felt.” You didn’t respond, he was right. The noise of the party continued around you, it felt distant now. Jaafar shifted slightly. “I don’t talk to her like that because she’s more important in the conversation,” he said gently. You glanced up.
“I just talk.” A beat. “I listen to you the same way.” Your voice came out smaller than intended. “It doesn’t always feel like that.” Jaafar nodded slowly. “Okay.” accepting your response. “Tell me when it doesn’t.” Jaafar said, you blinked. “What?” “Tell me,” he repeated. “Don’t just disappear.”
“Don’t do that thing where you go quiet and act like everything’s fine.” You looked away. “I don’t mean to.” “I know,” he said. “I still notice.”
You exhaled slowly. “I don’t like feeling like that,” you admitted quietly. Jaafar nodded. “Like what?” “Like I’m not part of it.” Silence. Jaafar’s expression softened. “Hey,” he said gently. You didn’t look at him.
“I don’t think you’re not part of it,” he added. “You’re kind of always the person I look for in it.” That made you go still, you looked up at him slowly. “…What?” Jaafar shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. I just do.”
“That’s probably annoying for everyone else.” You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “It’s not annoying.” He looked at you. “Isn’t it?”
Your shook your head. “No.” A beat. “…It’s just confusing.” Jaafar smiled a little. “Yeah,” he said softly. “It kind of is.” You stared at him longer than intended. The jealousy from earlier didn’t disappear, it became something else.
Jaafar nudged their shoulder lightly. “Come back inside,” he said gently. “Before they start thinking I kidnapped you or something.” You let out a small breath. “…They might already think that.”
He laughed. “Probably.” They started walking back in together, side by side. You wasn’t thinking about the girl anymore. You were thinking about Jaafar’s voice.
The way he said “I heard you.” It was the most natural thing in the world. This meant that i wasn't going to lose his attention. They already had it.
