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First and Second (Jean Kirschtein x Reader) BONUS

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Published: Nov 11, 2013

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There were no words to describe your excitement towards Jean asking you to prom, and a month prior to the date, you spent an entire weekend searching for the right dress. You never disclosed that information to him though; the consequences would include constant teasing throughout the year.

Your anticipation was cut short when you came down with a cold.

It was less than one week until the big night, and you weren't going to allow some measly cold to meddle with your plans. When Jean noticed your state, he became worried, but you reassured him that all was going to be well.

You had to rush to the emergency room Thursday night. Luckily, a doctor deemed your sickness as a severe cold, and released you the next day with a prescription.

As soon as school ended, Jean ditched club meeting to visit you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, out of breath. "Has your breathing improved?"

"Substantially."

He released a sigh of relief, "I was so worried, I could barely focus in class. But I'm glad to see that you're in much better shape...sort of."

Your laugh turned into a rep of coughing that left Jean cringing. Phlegm was plastered all over the tissue you covered your mouth with, which you threw away immediately.

"Jean," You whined. "Prom."

"As much as I know you want to go, you're not," He shook his head. "Once you're feeling better, I'll take you out, I promise."

All the anticipation and excitement you felt from before morphed into one giant ball of pain that was ready to implode in your chest. Your bottom lip quivered, and you tried to hide it behind a tissue and another rep of coughing.

"Don't be upset," Jean brushed your cheek with his thumb. "It's terrible timing, I know, but-"

"Prom only happens once in a lifetime, Jean!" Your face flushed. "As cheesy as it sounds...."

"Okay, yeah, maybe it does happen once in a lifetime, but it's just one night out of all the nights we'll spend together," He cleared his throat, his face flushing as well. "Like date nights, not like...sleeping together or anything...."

"Jean!"

"I'm sorry! But really, I'm trying to prove something here." He smiled sincerely, "We could go out on a date any other time-"

"It's. Not. Prom."

Jean eyed you with a questioning look, as if you had just threatened to murder him.

"....I think you need a nap."

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SURPRISE

Jean was standing on the other side of the backyard's glass door, with a sign that had the eight-letter word stenciled onto it. He was dressed in a cliche black suit with a white undershirt and a baby blue silk tie. In one hand, he held a bouquet of red roses.

It was Saturday night, the night prom was held, so you were more than ready to sulk in bed and watch movies that would lull you to sleep.

This was the least of your expectations.

You ran, or it felt like you were running, which was really pacing yourself upstairs, to your closet, pulling out your dress and peeling off your pajamas.

As you slid on your dress, there was a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Jean's eyes widened upon laying eyes on you.

"You look-" he gulped "-very nice."

You giggled, emitting a cough that burned your throat, "T-Thanks. You wouldn't mind zipping it up?"

You turned to reveal your upper back and the frayed zipper that revealed it. Footfalls approached from behind, then came to a halt, the sound of a zipper filling the silent void.

"Please excuse my bed hair," You tried to hide your embarrassment with a half-giggle, half-cough.

"Your hair is fine," He said, barely above a whisper, as he set himself in front of you. "Now let's go outside."

"Outside? But I'm-"

Jean chuckled as grabbed the white blanket from your bed and draped it around your shoulders. He held you close as he led you down stairs and to the backyard.

The patio was lined with white Christmas tree lights that illuminated the concrete beneath. A candle sat in the center of it, and beside it, a box of tissues. Jean left your side for a moment to press play on an iPod stereo.

Jean's lips curled upwards as his arms rested around your frame. He coaxed you to lean on him, and you did, lifting your legs slightly to rest your feet on his. He guided you around the patio, and it was habitual of you to relax into him.

"Hey,"

You leaned your head back to look at Jean-

His kiss was short, yet soft and subtle.

"Jean! I'm sick!"

"It was just one kiss!" He whined.

Soon, the music slowed in tempo, and as you continued to relax in his arms, you felt yourself being succumb with slumber....

The next morning, you found yourself in bed, covered in multiple layers of blankets. You were no longer in your dress but in a new pair of pajamas. As you pushed yourself up against the headboard, you noticed that your foot brushed something.

There at the edge of your bed, sat Jean, his neck resting on his shoulder as he slept soundly against the wall. His suit jacket was sprawled over his torso, acting as a blanket.

You crawled over to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.