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jean bae

10:23 pm

hey where are you?

we want to leave slowly

connie is acting up

*2 missed calls*

ugh where tf are u

i'll call u again in 30 min.

then we're leaving fr

*1 missed call*

YO

not funny anymore

i want to leave y/n.

on god i'll go without you

ARE U FUCKING

get it ig

i'm still mad tho

WHERE ARE YOU

bro.

*3 missed calls*

aight im done

it's literally almost 12.

idc i'm leaving

if u don't answer the call

i'm leaving

*18 missed calls*

suck my dick.

i'm going

"Jean?"

Finally answering the phone, you nervously pulled your finger over your lip, hoping he didn't leave yet and isn't mad.

Mikasa watched you while she put her clothes back on, helping you put your own clothes on as well, whilst you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I CALLED YOU?" You pulled your phone away from your ear, you could tell you fucked up. Mikasa gave you a worried look, standing now in front of you, her hand grabbing your chin and lifting your head up.

"I know I didn't hear it, I'm sorry. Where are you?" You said, looking up at her, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, I bet you wanna know that. Good luck trying to find a way back home!" And with that, he hung up.

"Fuck..." you sighed, throwing your phone on the bed, throwing your head down.

"Hey..." Mikasa said, lifting your head back up, stroking your cheek. "What did he say? Is he pissed?"