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Finally, the night was over.
Your feet were killing you, your pounding headache had only just started to ease down, you didn't drink because of your early drive home tomorrow morning, and all you wanted to do now was relax away from everybody. But sadly, that wouldn't be possible, because now you had to share a room with Jean Kirstein, and a bed, all thanks to Connie who for some reason was given the responsibility to book them.
"Is it that hard to open a door?" Jean muttered from behind you as you fumbled with the old door keys, frustrating you even more as you shook the keys aggressively.
"Shut up, I'm trying."
"Not trying hard enough." He spoke whilst shoving you to the side and attempting to open the door himself, and just his luck, the door popped open with one turn of the key.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of rubbing it in your face and irritating you, you simply walked past him and into the room with a sigh, ignoring his devilish grin.
The second you got inside, you dropped your bag, sat at the end of your shared bed and leaned over, untying the straps of your heels as fast as you could and groaning with relief as you kicked them off, rubbing your bare feet into the soft carpet beneath.
"Not going to complain about how I opened the door first try, no?" Jean questioned as he locked the room door shut behind himself, tossing the keys aside and taking off his suit jacket, "I would have at least expected a bitchy glare, maybe a little whack of the bag."
"I'm not in the mood, piss off." You mumbled as you removed your jewellery.
"Get over yourself, you're sharing a room with me for just one night. I bet plenty of other women out there tonight were wishing they could be you right now."
God he really was full of himself, wasn't he?
You decided not to entertain him, knowing that if you kept responding it would lead to an argument like it usually did whenever you two had to conversate. There was never really a reason for you two always being at each other's throats, when you first met him a few years ago, you thought that he could be the one just by how attractive he was. Then he opened his mouth and all hell broke loose.
"What's wrong princess, tired?" Jean grinned at his own words, watching as you got up and walked to the bathroom, and following behind.
"I'm getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth now. You should too, Jean." You spoke nonchalantly, as if you didn't want to strangle him for being so handsome and insufferable. What a waste of looks, something you thought to yourself whenever he was around.
Without a response, he surprisingly did as you said and grabbed his toothbrush from the holder, making sure to stand oddly close knowing that you absolutely hated him standing over you.
For the next few minutes though, he was silent. You finished brushing your teeth, you combed your hair, you even made a phone call, and he didn't speak a single word, he just leaned against the wall and watched you.
"Have you seen my phone charger lying around?" You finally spoke, the silence being too much, especially from Jean.
"No, hurry up I want to go to sleep." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.
Now you were confused.
"You can go to sleep whenever you want, I left a blanket on the couch for you earlier." You gestured towards the small couch at the side of the room, and as Jean stood up and glared at you.
"No fucking way am I sleeping on that, you're smaller than me, you sleep on it. I just can't sleep because you're moving around too much." He looked at the couch as he spoke, looking almost surprised at the fact you thought he'd sleep on it.
Is this guy serious?
"I bet you'd sleep on the couch for Historia, or any of the other hot blondes you were looking at tonight."
Jean quietly laughed.
"You jealous or something?"
"No."
Silence.
"First one to the bed?" Jean looked at you, waiting for a response as he stepped away from the wall.
But before he could get ready to run, you shoved him against the wall once more and made a run for it yourself. It was childish of you, but he did propose the idea and you weren't going to be the one on that couch tonight, that was certain.
Then, as you were just a step away from the bed, Jean firmly gripped your waist and pulled you out of his way before diving onto the bed, groaning as you impulsively dived on top of him in a fit of laughter.
"I got here first, get up!" He smiled up at you as you sat up beside him and tucked your messy hair behind your ears, playfully whacking him on the chest.
"You pushed me! Physical interference gets you disqualified, Kirstein." Your laughter slowly came to an end as Jean sat up and you were now face to face.
"If that's the case then we're both disqualified because you pushed me first."
Well, shit.
"I guess that means we have to share, I don't mind." He winked at you as he spoke, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Of course you don't, sleeping with a woman in any way tonight is a win for you."
He looked almost attacked, which surprised you seeming as he usually owned up to his sleeping around. If you weren't sharing a room tonight, there would have just been another woman in your place, except of course she would be a stranger and only here for maybe an hour to hook up.
"That's not true, y'know." He mumbled, making eye contact with you as he did so.
"Why's that then?"
"Three different women asked me to go back to their hotel room's tonight, and I said no to every single one." He smiled to himself almost proudly as he looked down, although you were more confused than ever.
"How come?" You questioned.
"You mentioned before how you don't like staying in hotels alone."
Your eyes widened in surprise at his words. You had said that months ago when Mikasa and Eren first told you all that you'd all be going to this hotel for their wedding, and Jean remembered. Thinking about it now, at the time he teased you for it, yet here he was.
"Also, a night cuddling with the woman I hate the most is way better than a night having sex with a stranger."
His eyes met yours once more as his usual devilish smirk was plastered across his face, except this time it wasn't so devilish. For a moment you almost wanted to kiss him, of course you didn't actually want to kiss him, but he had never been this nice to you before and suddenly everything else he'd ever said or done had just disappeared.
"I hate you too, don't worry." You looked away, breaking eye contact in hopes of erasing these thoughts from your head.
Then, as if Jean could read your mind, you felt him gently tilt your head in his direction once more.
"Do you hate me enough to want to kiss me?"
"I think I hate you more than that."