★ LABYRINTH ★ JAX X GN! READER || TADC

⭑ all, for nothing at all⭑

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~jax pov~

I placed the golden-shining key into y/n's door lock, my eyes darting suspiciously, my heart racing and hot growing hot with apprehension at the thought of someone rounding a corner and asking that I was doing. Luckily, the light of day was dying down into the night's darkness- which brought me a little ease, seeing as the hallway's lights were dimmed now.

I turned the key. In the beginning, I swore to myself that I would only snoop on y/n when they trusted me enough to let me into their room, tell me their last, etc. but, as always, I was impatient. Yearn for y/n's true identity and motivations itched at the back of my head like a spider's bite.

I opened the door with a creak that sent a bolt of nervousness through my body as I once-again checked my surroundings for witnesses. When I saw that the coast was clear, I stepped into y/n's room, closing the door quietly behind me.

I took a deep breath, guilt gnawing at me. I turned and looked around, widening my eyes. Hmm...y/n has surprisingly good taste... I thought to myself- albeit the place still needed some booby traps to secure safety, but overall, not bad...

My eyes landed on the desk on the far end of the room, placed against the side wall near the bed. I would wave it off without a second thought, but something about it called to me...and as I scanned it more, I noticed that it was a tad removed from the wall on one side, crooked.

I hummed in curiosity and stepped over to it, leaning on the desk's side to push it out of the way, which I did with ease. Where the desk had been were scratches in the plain cement wall, contrasting the rest of the furnished room. I narrowed my eyes. What do these mean? Days? Characters in the circus?...how many keys I've had on me that they've counted? The last possibility send a feeling of dread washing over me at the thought of being caught for trying to find and exit.

I hesitantly brought my gloved finger up to the marking and I felt them underneath the tips of my fingers. Though to my surprise, when I pulled back, they were gone. My eyes widened. Perhaps what y/n had been using to mark that wall had simply drawn on it, like chalk, instead of etching into the cement.

Odd emotions ran through me that I couldn't identify, but I knew one was certain, I couldn't risk y/n keeping count- even if I wasn't exactly sure of what it was. I pressed my tongue to my glove and began hastily wiping the chalked markings off of the wall before standing and sliding the desk back into place. 

I dusted my hands and began stepped towards the door, satisfied with my work, before I heard footsteps approaching from outside. At first I thought that perhaps it was just ragatha or zooble passing, but of course, the worst case scenario came to mind. My head lashing left to right trying to hind a place to hide, I finally dove under the bed just as I heard the doorknob being turned...

~second-person pov~

You turned the knob to your room and stepped inside, your feet tired from the long walk to the outside and back. You yawned, ready to collapse on your bed before you remembered the most important part of your routine, you had to mark the wall.

You grabbed the sharp object from your nightstand and leaned against the side of the desk, groaning with effort as you pushed it aside. Jax held back a chuckle at your pitiful attempt, especially when it was so easy for him

You sighed, wiping your brow with the back of your wrist when you were done and got on your knees, brining the sharp object up to the cement wall before your breath caught in your throat. All emotions void in your body before you exploded with anger and misery. The markings were gone. You let out a quiet, restrained sob before yelling and screaming and cursing, your head craned to the ceiling. Jax grabbed his ears and lay them against the sides of his head as your pathetic sobs and cries, intertwined with the out-of-mood dial-up and silly sounds that censored your cursing filled the room.

You chucked the sharp object to the far side of the room, balling your fists and grabbing the sides of your head as you clenched your teeth. Tears skipping down your face and quickly to the floor.

Jax felt a surge of guilt so intense that he had to look away from the scene, lines under his eyes as he squeezed his ears tighter. He had never felt more at fault for someone's misery. Every one of your cries and curses made his stomach weaker and weaker. You punched and scratched the wall with your fists, not wanting to destroy anything else in your room (as you didn't want to clean it up post-outburst).

"GOD +&#$%ING #&+=$ IT! WHY? ITS THE ONLY THING I HAVE LEFT!" You yelled over your sobbing, your forehead resting against the cold cement wall, restraining yourself from smashing your head against it. Jax balled his fists and rested his head on his crossed arms. He couldn't bare to look at you anymore, he felt like he would brake if he did.

You shakily stood, stumbling onto your bed and screaming into the pillow, biting your top blanket.

You were like that for a while: screaming and crying into your pillow as Jax hid under your bed, trying to ignore the rolling waves of regret he felt. but he knew he had to do it. It was the best decision...

Before you even felt tired, your body shut off. Your crying quieting as you fell asleep on your tear-and-snot-and-spit soaked pillow. Once jax was sure you were asleep, he crawled out from under the bed, stretching the tight cramps away. He looked down at your sleep form, your eye on the side of your face that wasn't buried in the pillow was red and puffy, complimented by the tears around your eyes and trails of drool escaping your mouth.

He had to look away and pinch himself to ignore the impulse to wake you up and admit to everything. He stepped to the door and opened it, being met with the now fully darkened hallway. He could hear your stuffy, though rhythmic breathing as he stood in the doorframe. He sighed, forcing himself to not look back before he quietly close the door behind him.

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