What I Like About You (Drummer!Jean X Reader) AU

~A/N: Listen As You Read! www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAsmbw… ~















   Music resonated and reverberated against the thick walls of the spacious club-like concert, too populous to be considered as expansive and yet it contained enough room for its inhabitants to freely dance about as the different colored lights flashed about the stage and floor. The four on stage seemed to bring the most attention to themselves, their loud rambunctious movements causing the crowd below to shriek with enthusiasm and excitement. The onyx-haired singer -that most of the females were screeching for-, green-eyed and blue-eyed guitarist, and of course the two-toned-hair male ramming harshly onto the set of red and golden drums.

   And yet as he played with a wide grin spread across his lips, he couldn't help but feel isolated from the rest of his fellow members. He didn't have the older look, or stoic expression, or even the ashen silver hues of the singer that seemed to drive women mad with lust. He wasn't like the brunette with passion and determination in his eyes and a mischievous look about his features. And he definitely didn't compare to the almost shy blonde with tresses tickling his chin as his cheeks tinted pink in the spotlight, and he still managed to look like he was having the time of his life. No, he was just the man in the back no one seemed to notice. Yet, he was content with his life and fairly happy with his career and friends, despite him being in the background with no stares directed towards him whatsoever.


   All except... hers.


   For some reason unbeknownst to him, a single pair of eyes locked onto his seated figure as his hands moved hurriedly about to slam against the variety of drums splayed around him. He met the gaze back with his wide golden hues, silent as a shiver ran down his spine at the smile that crept onto her lips. She hadn't been dancing like the other women, or had any sort of outfit on that allowed her chest to spill out or for her backside to be seen, just a simple long-sleeve blouse and dark jeans, her arms firmly crossed over her chest as her stare lingered on him. And he felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach.










   The thundering beat of the music shook him to the core in a pleasurable way as a shuddered sigh left his slightly parted lips. His palms lie at a spot dangerously below her hips as she sat comfortably on his lap, pressing her ruby lips affirmatively onto his as small chuckles of appreciation escaped his throat and caused a smile to bedeck her features. The dark dressing room they sat in was musty, almost stuffy, and yet their lust overpowered their other senses as they attempted to grab at any part of each other they could. His mouth traveled from hers and trailed down the smooth skin of her neck, smirking as a quiet moan escaped its imprisonment in her esophagus.

   "I haven't seen you in a long time," she breathed, nimble fingers knotting into his ashen-blonde locks.

   He hummed lightly in agreement, pulling away enough for their eyes to meet. She gazed down from where she sat on his legs, eyes filled with adoration and devotion, no longer with lust, but with pure love as she ran her digits through his hair. "It gets lonely here on tour without you," he murmured, pinching his lips together. "Sometimes I wish I could just go home with you instead of going around with these nerds." She laughed at his statement, encouraging him to press further. "Do you know how hard they are to live with? I share a room with Armin and he's up until three in the morning with that little annoying light he uses to read. And then in the next room you can hear Eren and Levi fighting for the blankets and taking turns kicking each other off the bed."

   She let out a girlish giggle, pressing a lingering peck to his lips. "Well, this is your job, and you have fun with it! I'd be a horrible person to take you away from that..." she whispered, the pads of her thumbs dragging over the lilac crescents underneath his eyes. "Besides, at least we get to see each other sometimes."

   "Only once a week," he muttered disappointingly, glancing off to the side.










   Her gaze softened, and she slid off his form to the floor, grasping his hands in hers with a smile on not only her lips but in her eyes. "Hey, it's alright. I miss you too, I'm always stuck at home with a bunch of ice cream and a bunch of old Disney movies to watch, don't you think I'd rather go out and have fun with you?" she said with a laugh, earning a grin from him as he leaned his elbows on his knees. He encompassed her hands in his, smile still over his features at her everlasting elation. "How much longer?" she hummed.

   "One more week, then tour is over," he said with confidence. "Then no more concerts for at least three months. I'll get to spend all that time with you, and we'll have fun and be stupid together, and never leave each others sides," he said.

   "Your optimism is very sexy," she said with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he gently squeezed her hands. He encircled her lips with his, leaning down to where she sat on the floor to cup her face in his hands. He felt secure and serene with her presence near him, in an embrace of her tenderness and enchantment. He loved that about her.

   "I swear we'll be together soon, alright?" he said, quirking a brow. With an exuberant nod, be began pressing multiple kisses to her lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, anywhere to hear her laugh reverberate from her throat as a blush tinged her cheeks.