you were now laying on his couch, jean on top of you. jean pulled away, staring deep into your eyes. "truth is," he started, slipping his hand under your shirt. "i've always wanted to do this. i've like you. a lot." 
                          
you thought for a bit, did you really like jean how you liked armin? maybe hooking up with jean would get your mind off of him. you were still confused. you did want this, though.
                          
"thanks," you said breathlessly, grabbing jean by the collar and kissing him again.
                          
your bodies were pressed up against each other, and your shirt was halfway off.
                          
jean made his way down your neck, sucking at every part, leaving marks on your body. soft moans and breathes left you, which encouraged jean to go farther. his kisses when farther, to your stomach, then, to your pants.
                          
he looked up at you , making sure you wanted this. you nodded down at him, throwing your head back.
                          
just as jean's fingers hooked around your waistband, a loud knock hit the door.
                          
"shit," jean whispered breathlessly.
                          
you two jumped to fix your clothes, and jean rushed to the door.
                          
"who's here?" jean called from the door, his ear pressed up against it.
                          
"hiiitch~!" a voice sang from the other side of the door.
                          
hitch? who's hitch? you thought, sitting on the couch staring at the wall.
                          
jean whispered curses under his breath, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
                          
your heart dropped, you were hoping-no, praying hitch wasn't who you thought she was.
                          
you got up, and pressed your ear up against the door to try to listen to what the two were saying.
                          
"who the fuck was in there, jean?!" hitch whisper-yelled.
                          
"a friend! nothing you need to worry about."
                          
"bullshit, a friend in your house at 10 o clock? her voice got louder. "i'm not stupid, jean! i know you were at a cafe with p/n."
                          
"source of that?" 
                          
"fuck your damn sources!" 
                          
at that, you flung the door open. jean stared at you, wide-eyed, and hitch smirked.
                          
"you're the one fucking around with my boyfriend?" hitch asked, stepping closer to you.
                          
"boyfriend? i didn't even know-!" you looked at jean, who looked frightened.
                          
"is that so?" hitch said, stepping back. she turned to jean, giving his a slap across the face. "we're done, don't call me." she spat, before storming off.
                          
it was now just you and jean in the hallway, and you were on the verge of breaking down. 
                          
"are you fucking serious right now?" you yelled, tears starting to fill your eyes. you couldn't take it anymore. first armin, now jean.
                          
"please, y/n let me explain- i love you." he tried to grab your hand, but you swatted it away.
                          
"bullshit! who knows how many other people you've said that to?! you're a fucking asshole."
                          
"you don't get it!" he yelled back.
                          
"don't get what? that you tried cheating on your girlfriend with me?! claiming that you could get my mind off of armin? you just made everything worse! i hate you, don't ever text me again." 
                          
"could you at least listen?!" jean begged.
                          
"i don't wanna hear shit from you. go fuck yourself, kirstein." 
                          
you also stormed off, biting your bottom lip to hold back tears.
                          
you were angry, sad, disappointed. almost every emotion was coursing through your body.
                          
you hated jean.
                          
this time, you didn't go to anyone else's house. you went straight home, collapsing onto your body and breaking out into a fit of sobs.
                          
you couldn't even ask armin for help, because you two weren't on speaking terms either. 
                          
two heartbreaks in one night. 
                          
could things get worse?
                          
maybe they can get better, it's always good to have a bit of hope.
                          
but happiness isnt always guaranteed. 
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