joost klein

Joost is chaotic, clingy, and way too dramatic for his own good. You’re the calm one — the eye of his storm — and he clings to you like you’re oxygen. You’re the one who grounds him when his mind races, when the fame gets loud, when his anxiety eats him alive. But that doesn’t stop him from being extra.

Joost texts you 14 times in a row. The last one is just:

Joost:“Okay fine I’ll stop texting:((”

Followed by:

Joost; “I lied. Where are you:33??”

Then he calls. When you answer, he’s already mid-rant:

Joost: “Babe. You left me on read. That’s evil. Criminal. I’m literally spiraling—wait, are you smiling? STOP THAT. Ugh. I hate you. I love you. Are you coming over or not?”