The nights they've spent with each other has begun to become more frequent than they had expected. As weeks seemed to pass, half of her clothes have made its way inside his closet, her personal belongings could be found in his living room and Eponine had made it a habit to cook him dinner when he gets home from the university.
It was an unspoken commitment between them, and neither wanted to talk about it.
The rest of the Les Amis was clueless about their relationship until they had decided to visit their fearless leader on a Sunday morning.
Bossuet knocked on the door while the rest waited behind him.
After a few short minutes of waiting, Grantaire let out a groan. "Can't we just go inside?"
"We don't have the key, idiot." Courferyac retorted.
But then Combeferre pulled something out of his pocket then raised it slightly for the rest to see. "I do."
"Why do you have his key?" Joly asked suspiciously. Instead of answering, Combeferre stepped forward, unlocked the door and everyone wordlessly crowded inside with Grantaire letting out mutters of 'Finally!' before turning towards the kitchen.
"Where's Marius anyway?" Jehan mused, looking around.
"Probably with Cosette." Courferyac answered.
" Wouldn't Enjolras get angry at us for breaking into his home?" Bossuet said as he flopped on the couch and started watching television.
"Nah," Jehan waved him dismissively, sitting on the couch beside him. "He'll get over it."
"Hey," Feuilly said, picking up a book he distinctly remembered was Eponine's. "Isn't this-."
But then they heard the bedroom door open, Joly opened his mouth, grinning, "Hey Enjol-." It was soon cut short when they realized it wasn't Enjolras, but Eponine, her pretty face drowsy from recently getting out of bed and the only thing that she wore was her black lingerie with a blanket strewn over. As much as they had appreciated the fact that Eponine looked absolutely breathtaking in her underwear, they still couldn't believe that she had come out of Enjolras' room.
The room had suddenly gone silent, and everyone just stared at her. Grantaire stepped out of the kitchen, holding onto a bottle of wine he found in Enjolras cupboards then stopped on his tracks when he saw her.
"I'm not drunk enough for this." Grantaire moaned as he popped open the wine bottle and took a long swig.
"You're not Enjolras." Bossuet said, breaking the silence between them.
"Eponine, what the hell?" Courferyac burst out.
For awhile, she looked absolutely startled, but it soon settled to acceptance. She opened her mouth to speak but then Enjolras arrived, interrupting her.
"Eponine, where did you put my-." But he stopped himself from speaking any further once he had taken a good look at his surroundings, the rest of the Les Amis, staring at them with shocked and confused expressions on their faces. He then turned to Eponine, who did not seem affected, flustered or even startled as he was.
"They found out." Eponine said simply, then sauntered off to the bathroom, clutching onto the blanket partially covering her. For a moment, Enjolras watched her go, pleased with the view but then he realized the others were watching her, too.
"Do not look at my girlfriend like that." He snapped. "And how did you guys get in here?"
"How the hell did you even manage to get someone as hot as Eponine?" Grantaire said in disbelief. "You literally have no emotion."
Before Enjolras could say anything, the rest of the group sent him a sudden flurry of questions regarding their current relationship.