Du let out a shriek of frustration, slightly tugging at the end of your hair. Justin cocks his eyebrows at Du before scoffing, trudging away from your sight. “I’m going out.” He mutters, loudly enough for Du to hear but only barely. Not responding, Du sit there quietly in the corner of the küche trying to hold the tears back. Du and Justin had been fighting a lot lately and Du hate it. Du know that he’s going on tour in a few months and right now, all Du want is to spend time with your boyfriend before he leaves Du alone at Home - not fight with him. Usually, Du oder Justin...
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