( van is ... as surprised as anyone that things have turned out between the three of them the way that they have — perhaps even more so considering the lengths he'd gone to drive essie away when she'd first transferred here, wanting literally nothing more than for her to leave the school or, more specifically, leave jules's life again, a grudge harbored before he'd even laid eyes on her in person.
essie fucking ko, he'd practically spit, furiously scrolling through jules's tagged photos, making himself more and more angry the more he thought about why jules didn't untag himself, why he didn't unfriend her, why he didn't remove her from his life entirely. essie fucking ko is beautiful — gorgeous, even, with enviable, vibrant curls — and the two of them look so happy in all of their pictures. essie fucking ko is also, obviously, a girl. she represents just about everything that van does not, represents an easy relationship without confusion over sexualities and the mere possibility of a judging family, a path to what jules could do, maybe even should do.
maybe he never really hated essie fucking ko at all. maybe it was always just about his own jealousy and — worse than that, his own insecurities. not that he'll ever admit that.
leave it to jules tan to do the exact opposite of what van expects and say fuck it all and find himself with a boyfriend and a girlfriend. leave it to van to do the unexpected, too, finding himself shockingly okay with the fiery chemistry between he and essie onstage when they dance, his so-called hatred morphing into panting and heatedly kissing maybe the softest pair of lips he's ever kissed, tasting her strawberry lip gloss onstage — finding himself shockingly okay with the concept of sharing. maybe it's because essie brings something a little more grounded to their relationship, tempering jules and van's fires as they inevitably clash, tempering van's giant fucking ego.
it's weird for him, the warmth that bubbles up in his chest when essie meets his gaze, the soft smile that curves onto his mouth. he drapes an arm over her middle, curls his fingers into the fabric of jules's shirt and props himself up on his forearm so he can lean down and press a kiss against her mouth, soft and maybe even a little sweet. )
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Date: 2020-04-27 10:12 pm (UTC)essie fucking ko, he'd practically spit, furiously scrolling through jules's tagged photos, making himself more and more angry the more he thought about why jules didn't untag himself, why he didn't unfriend her, why he didn't remove her from his life entirely. essie fucking ko is beautiful — gorgeous, even, with enviable, vibrant curls — and the two of them look so happy in all of their pictures. essie fucking ko is also, obviously, a girl. she represents just about everything that van does not, represents an easy relationship without confusion over sexualities and the mere possibility of a judging family, a path to what jules could do, maybe even should do.
maybe he never really hated essie fucking ko at all. maybe it was always just about his own jealousy and — worse than that, his own insecurities. not that he'll ever admit that.
leave it to jules tan to do the exact opposite of what van expects and say fuck it all and find himself with a boyfriend and a girlfriend. leave it to van to do the unexpected, too, finding himself shockingly okay with the fiery chemistry between he and essie onstage when they dance, his so-called hatred morphing into panting and heatedly kissing maybe the softest pair of lips he's ever kissed, tasting her strawberry lip gloss onstage — finding himself shockingly okay with the concept of sharing. maybe it's because essie brings something a little more grounded to their relationship, tempering jules and van's fires as they inevitably clash, tempering van's giant fucking ego.
it's weird for him, the warmth that bubbles up in his chest when essie meets his gaze, the soft smile that curves onto his mouth. he drapes an arm over her middle, curls his fingers into the fabric of jules's shirt and props himself up on his forearm so he can lean down and press a kiss against her mouth, soft and maybe even a little sweet. )
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