Josh Dun imagines

Jealous Josh

Josh Dun imagine

"Babe, can you tie this?" you ask, your hands were holding up the thin piece of fabric on the back of your shirt. You'd been fiddling with it for a bit now, but sighed in defeat. Luckily Josh was just emerging from the shower, the steam rolling out of the door as soon as it opened. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, you subtly gawked at his v-line and dripping wet body.
"Sure," he said before knotting the towel and making his way over towards you. He took the fabric and you let your hands fall.
"Thanks," you smile, giving him a peck on the cheek before going into the bathroom. The mirror was all fogged up, you wiped it down before starting your makeup.
"Tyler's picking us up in ten minutes," Josh said as he grabbed some floss from the shelf, "will you be ready in time?"
You nod, leaning over the sink obnoxiously to apply your mascara, "Yeah, I'm good."
"You look beautiful," Josh murmured, pulling you into his bare chest and planting his lips on yours.
You smile against the kiss, "Mm, and you look very handsome. Is this how you're going?" You ask, indicating towards his naked torso.
Josh smiled wide, "I call this the 'I-hate-laundry-so-I-won't-wear-clothes' look, you like?"
You laughed, pressing your hands against his pecks, "I do, unfortunately, I think a lot of other girls will too," you chuckle softly, "that I don't like so much."
"Aw, babe," Josh fake pouted, wrapping you up in his arms and giving the top of your head a kiss, "you know you're my one and only."
Just then a car honked outside and you smirked at Josh. "Now who's not ready?"
He pulled away from you sticking out his tongue like a three-year-old and rushing into the bedroom to pull a shirt on. Then, together, you walk out to Tyler and Jenna's car, ready for a fun night together.
The club was a little crowded. Nothing like what it can be like though. You've been to this same bar before, many times in fact, and it's so packed you could barely move. Tonight, there were just the right amount of people. Enough where you could dance freely without anyone really noticing. But not so much where you couldn't escape the dance floor if you needed to.
You and Jenna walk in, arm and arm, chatting about each of your days events. Tyler and Josh lingered behind talking about god-only-knows what. You started off small, sipping on this fruity drink Josh had gotten you and scoping everyone out with him. Jenna and Tyler went straight for the dance floor, something you couldn't help but chuckle at. Tyler busted out some pretty intense moves for someone who was always sober.
"I'd need at least three shots to do that," you say. Tyler had his elbow cocked and his legs doing some strange jig. It had Jenna laughing though, probably his ultimate goal.
Josh laughed. He had one arm slung casually around you, the other holding a cup of beer. Eventually the two of you joined in on the dancing. You were a horrible dancer, so you mostly just jumped and swayed your hips. You really didn't care as long as you didn't spill your drink.
After a few songs you lost track of Jenna and Tyler, you stood on your tip-toes trying to scan the crowd. It was Josh that eventually scoped them out in the corner. Jenna was seated, her head in her lap, Tyler was kneeling in front of her, one hand on her knee.
The two of you made your way over, Josh's hand hovered on your lower back until you broke through the crowd.
"Everything okay?" You ask, slightly concerned.
"She's getting one of her migraines," Tyler said.
"Is her medication in the car?"
Tyler nods, looking back at you with pierced lips.
"You stay with her," you say, "I'll go grab it."
"I'll grab her some water," Josh suggests.
Tyler mouths a 'thanks' to the both of you and hands over his car keys. You start making your way to the exit.
The cool air feels nice on your hot skin. You almost wished Tyler would have parked further away so you could have enjoyed it longer, but in no time, you have Jenna's medication in hand and you're reentering the bar. As you open the door, it slams into something solid and you cringe when you see that it's a person you've so graciously hit.
"Oh my god-" you gasp, your free hand flying up to cover your mouth, "I am so sorry!"
The man turns and you're even more surprised to see it was your prom date from senior year.
"Holy shit!" he exclaims, all concerns for being hit by a door forgotten. "Y/N! I can't believe it, what the hell are you doing here!"
"Wow, hi!" You say, still shocked, "I live like five minutes down the road, I'm here like, all the time."
"No shit, I just moved here a bit ago, trying to meet some new people, try new things and all that," he chuckles. "Hey, you look amazing," he says.
"Thanks, you look great too. Can't believe it's been, what? Seven years?"
"It's crazy."
The two of you spark up conversation like it's nothing, like seven years haven't passed, like you'd never been apart. You forget all about Jenna's medication still clutched in your hand.
JOSH'S POV
"Dude, where's Y/N?" Tyler asks.
"I don't know, how long's it been?"
"Long enough, I didn't park that far. You should go check on her."
I stood up from the chair, giving Jenna an encouraging pat on the back before walking away. I really did feel awful for her. I'd had migraines in the past. Nothing to mess around with.
I make my way to the door when the image in front of me stops me dead in my tracks. Y/N definitely wasn't lost, unless it was in this dude's piercing blue eyes. It feels like my stomach dropped to the floor. What the fuck?
I pride myself on being laid back. I'm easy-going, reasonable. But watching Y/N look at someone like that, that wasn't me, that didn't settle well. I stayed back, too stunned to move. Y/N was hunched over, laughing at something this guy said. My jaw clenched when she touched his arm delicately. This was definitely flirting and I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me. But as angry as I was, it didn't compare to the dread building up in my stomach. I was always so scared of losing Y/N. My anxiety always found it's way back in my head, saying things like 'you'll never be good enough' and 'eventually, she'll find someone better'. I was afraid that maybe she finally did. My instincts told me to walk away, but instead, I started walking closer, my fists clenched at my side, my heart beating in my chest. Their conversation started to become clearer.
"I think we ought to dance a few songs, see if you still got those moves," he says. "Come on, let me buy you a drink first—"
"Oh, there you are babe," I say, pretending I didn't just hear his invitation, "we were worried you got lost." I walked casually between Y/N and the guy and wrapped my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her lips. I faced the guy after I pulled away, staring him straight in the eye. Not bothering to ask who he was or why he was hitting on my girlfriend. I was pleased to see how startled he looked, though.
"Um, Josh this is (idk, your prom date's name lol)," she says.
(Whatever his name is) holds his hand out towards me. I make an exaggerated effort to look at his open hand, but keep mine planted firmly in my pocket. I hated this whole asshole regime. But I didn't know how else to show her I cared that she was flirting with someone else.
"Uh, nice to meet you," the guy said warily.
I stare at him intently, realizing what a douche I'm being but too angry and hurt to act differently.
I almost sighed in relief to see Tyler practically dragging Jenna towards the exit. She looked awful, but I knew that it was our cue to leave.
"Hey guys," Tyler said, "Sorry to interrupt, but I really gotta get her home."
I nod, and before Y/N can say anything else to the guy, we turn and walk out the door.
The ride home is horrible. Y/N is so mad. I can already tell. She's got her body positioned as far away from me as she possibly can and stares out the window the entire time. My chest feels hallow and the voice in my head keeps repeating the same three words over and over again; she's gonna leave. She's gonna leave. She's gonna leave.
YOUR POV
"What kind of archaic shit was that?!" You bellowed as soon as Josh closed the door to the apartment. You turn towards him, your fists clenched.
His eyes widen and he steps back.
"Seriously?" You yell, "What the fuck was that?"
Josh rolls his eyes, his hands dig in his pocket until he finds his wallet. He pulls it out and tosses it on the counter.
"Whatever," he mutters, about to walk away.
"Oh no," you say, the anger boiling up inside of you. You grab his arm and spin him towards you. "No fucking way are you walking away right now."
You stare so intently at him, determined to get a response out of him. But he won't even look at you. His eyes trace the ceiling, the floor, the wall behind you. Anywhere but you.
You begin to realize you're not getting anything out of him, so you continue, "Do you have any idea how fucking rude you were? Acting like a thirteen year old angsty teenager. You embarrassed me!"
Josh stared at the floor. His hands were buried in his pockets again. Your nose twitched. You wanted to make him as angry as he was making you.
"In front of such a nice guy. (whatever his name is) and I were having a really good conversation and you just jumped in and acted like some uncivilized, caveman. I was having so much fun too and—" you pause. You were almost out of breath from yelling so much. "Why aren't you saying anything?" You plead, voice softening.
Your change in tone makes Josh look up, finally making eye contact with you.
"Why don't you just go back then?" he asks casually.
Your face contorts into a puzzled look. "What?"
"To the bar. Why don't you just head back, I'm sure he's still there."
He isn't mocking. He isn't being sarcastic. He's genuinely suggesting that you go back to the bar without him.
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because you were having such a good time," he says, like it's obvious.
Your face softens. You're finding it very hard to stay so mad when Josh is just standing there looking so defeated and drained.
"It'd be no fun without you," you say.
Josh immediately scoffs and you can tell that he truly doesn't believe what you're saying.
"Josh," you start, "why did you get so jealous? Honestly?"
His eyes drop again and he brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.
"I'm an idiot, I don't know, I'm sorry-"
"No," you cut him off, "Why did you get so jealous?"
He looks up at you and keeps eye contact. His eyes are hallow, sad even. You can tell he's having a hard time finding words, but finally he speaks, "I don't know, I just—" he pauses again, gathering his thoughts, "I just, sometimes I have these thoughts. These thoughts that I'm not good enough for you. And I know you're going to say that's irrational and stupid or whatever, but I can't convince myself that it is. I try to. I really do, but I can't. I still think it. I still fight it. And tonight, I just got so scared that it was happening.. That you were gonna find someone better, and I just-" he pauses, "I just freaked out. I'm sorry."
You frowned, your whole insides aching with the thought of Josh struggling with such demonizing thoughts. You took a step forward, wanting to convince him that he was wrong, but remembering what he said. That whatever you said didn't matter. That he couldn't stop believing it. A tear rolled down your cheek and you continued moving closer across the room until you were only inches away from him. He looked down at you, exhausted and looking so defeated.
"I love you," you whispered, taking his hands in yours. "I love you," you said, emphasizing the last word, "so much. And I'm sorry. That guy was just some stupid guy from high school. We were just catching up, I promise. I'm sorry I made you jealous, I'm sorry I made you feel not good enough, and I know you said I can't convince you that you are good enough, but I'm going to try."
Josh squeezed his eyes shut, looking like he was trying hard not to cry. You delicately moved your body closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and letting your head rest against his chest. You stayed there, finally feeling his arms around you, his hands running up and down your back. You'd always stay here, because this was home.
"Besides," you say, pulling back and giving Josh a slight smile, "I could never go for a guy like that, you're my one and only."

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