This is actually the sequel to the next prompt!

Jean smiled as the warm breeze blew through Armin's hair. The blonde was looking up, peacefully watching the leaves float down from the tree they were sitting under.

Jean suddenly broke the distance between them as he tackled the boy. The blonde's bubbly laughter tasted like honey, and that somehow made sense.

His senses were in ecstasy at the feeling of Armin's hair, his skin, even the fabric of his clothing.

They had made their way right next to the tree. Armin sat up and leaned against it. Jean smiled as he placed his hands on Armin's thighs and moved closer. Their faces were inches apart, until they weren't.

They kissed softly and slowly. Armin threw his arms around Jean's neck and deepened the kiss, turning it into something passionate. Feelings exploded in Jean's chest like fireworks.

They pulled away. At the sight of Armin's happy and breathless face, Jean couldn't stop himself and began to kiss him all over: his nose, his cheeks, his neck. The boy giggled, and the sound made Jean happier than he could ever remember being.

Then they were kissing again. Jean laughed freely, feeling as if all the heaviness and pain that was in his heart was being expelled in that action… but… why would he have heaviness and pain in his heart when everything was so… so…

He was looking down at Armin's face, and something in the boy's eyes changed. As if he knew something.

Slowly, gently, Jean brushed his finger against Armin's cheek. The brunette's eyesight became blurry.

"This isn't real." He stated with a sad smile. He placed his hand on Armin's face and the boy leaned into his touch. When his eyes opened, they looked at him fondly, and truly saddened.

"No… it's not…" He moved forward until their foreheads were touching. They stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other's presence, even if it was questionable. Armin was the first to pull away. He gave Jean a soft smile as he stood up. Jean followed him with his eyes. The blonde seemed to slowly retreat. He gave Jean's hand a tight squeeze and began to turn away as he let go. Panic surged inside Jean as he snapped out of his trance.

"No!" He called out, catching Armin's hand once more. The blonde turned back to look at him with surprise. "T-this is my dream, right? So t-that mean's I'm in charge here!" Desperation laced his voice. Armin's features softened. Jean suddenly couldn't bear to look at him. He stared at the blonde's hand in his. "Please… stay…"

He felt a kiss on the top of his head before a pair of arms softly enveloped him.

"Ok."

Jean immediately held onto the boy and buried his face against his chest. He breathed in the boy's scent and almost swore he could hear his heartbeat.

That broke him.

He began to sob painful, wholehearted sobs. Tears rolled down mercilessly. He felt Armin tighten his hold around him.

"I'm sorry!" Jean cried out between breaths. Armin shook his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you!" The brunette felt like his heart was being ripped out of him for the second time.

"Jean…" The older boy's fingers clung onto Armin's clothing like a lifeline.

"I never… I never told you how I felt…" He realized. One of Armin's hands moved onto his head, where his fingers comfortingly ran through his hair.

"I knew…" His voice was laced with certainty, with promise.

Jean wondered if it was true, or if it was just his desperation being projected to him.

He sobbed again, with throat grating effort, as Armin buried his face against Jean's hair. His cries continued to echo.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"