Jax x Reader ~Enemies to Lovers~

Chapter Twenty Four: I'm venting too much and he cares...?

A/N: Heyy everybody! Just a quick fyi for this chapter. It's a silly fyi, but I do wanna disclose something before you read this chapter. I am trying my best to keep Jax as in-character as I can, and I know he TECHNICALLY doesn't need sleep since "nobody genuinely needs to eat and sleep in the digital circus." But...knowing Jax's character, I could see him pretty tired or drained (or simply agitated, depending on the person) whenever somebody wakes him up. So yeah...I'm trying to keep everything in-character, but if some things are accidentally out-of-character, let me know and I will fix it for future chapters in case scenarios like this happen again! <33

My mind was racing a million miles a minute as the door to Jax's room swung fully open, with Jax--probably awoken from his sleep, which makes me doubt my actions even more--standing by the door frame, one hand on his hip and the other is loosely by his side. Taking a close look at his face, he definitely looked tired and worn down (more so than usual), which made me WISH I just turned around and ran back to my room while I still could, before he opened the door all the way. But no, I dug my grave so now I had to lie in it.

When his eyes landed on me, however, he raised an eyebrow, like he wasn't expecting me (or anybody, really) to be by his door at (probably) the middle of the night.

"Wow, look who we have here. I didn't expect the scaredy-cat to wake me up in the middle of the night from my well-needed beauty sleep," he sneered, though his voice sounded more drowsy and tired, and a lot more slower when it came to his pace than usual. So his words, though pretty directed, didn't really hurt me that much when he sounds so worn down. Besides, if anybody woke me up from MY slumber, I would be pissed, too. However, I knew I needed to talk to someone--anyone--before I suddenly lose it by my own inner demons...so I didn't really have a choice.

"My bad, I just...want to talk. It can wait in the morning, obviously, if you don't want to deal with my bulls*beep*t right now," I told him, giving him a way to back out of this conversation if he genuinely wanted to go back to sleep. Even though I knew this probably couldn't wait in the morning, with how deranged and self-deprecated I feel, I didn't want to be selfish and put my needs above his own. I need to stop doing that, and stop caring about myself so much.

Jax sighed as he stepped away from the door frame. "Come in. Normally I hate letting people in my room, but if you reaaaallyy need to talk at, like, 3 in the morning then it must be somewhat important."

Surprised by his admission to let me in his room, since I thought he would slam the door in my face or something, but I didn't back down and I slowly stepped into his room, closing the door behind me. Jax sat on the side of his bed and looked at me.

"Well...? Aren't you going to sit down, too? I don't bite or anything," he joked, his usual sly grin was on his face, though it looked a bit strained. I nodded as I slowly made my way to sit at the edge of the bed, too, next to Jax. He looked over at me, and I swear I could see a flash of concern in his eyes, but only for a moment, before the look disappeared. Either I'm tired, or he does care and just...doesn't want to say anything further about it.

I stared in front of me aimlessly, trying to figure out how, where, or what to start off with. I had no idea WHAT exactly to say when I knocked on his door. I just kinda did it at an impulse and now that I'm in his room, which looked kinda disorganized (and that isn't a surprise, knowing him) with prank stuff everywhere and kind of a "Type B" aesthetic, it was a bit distracting and definitely with his presence literally next to me, it was hard to think straight on exactly what I wanted to tell him.

"So...? Are you going to start speaking, or will there be more awkward silence? Look, I'm all up for silence, but sometimes it can be a bit mu--" Without realizing it, my voice cut him off.