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Your throat burned with regret, the words tumbling from your lips before you could even process them

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Your throat burned with regret, the words tumbling from your lips before you could even process them. Telling Eren to go back to the car only seemed to spur him on further, inciting an anger deep within his heart that couldn't seem to cope with the fact that you were still only protecting Jean's feelings. Why was it always about him?



Jean takes a few steps forward, and it's not until you see his fists clench that you understand what's about to happen here. Grasping desperately at the hem of his shirt— a feeble attempt to keep him grounded— serves no purpose as the fabric slips through your nimble fingers, while Jean continues to trudge forward. His steps are heavy and fervent, stopping just until he's face to face with Eren's smug expression. It only seems to further infuriate him, how the other man seems to mock his entire existence.

Jean certainly feels like an idiot.

Staring into your side-pieces' audacious green eyes, he realizes that no matter how many times he punches this prick in the face, the fact remains...

Eren fucked his girl.


"Somethin' you wanna say?"
Eren taunts, taking advantage of the fact that Jean seems to have his thoughts stuck in his throat.

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