The following Wednesday, Enjolras went home later than usual and was surprised to see Éponine still in his flat. Usually she'd leave after cleaning herself and her clothes, a short nap, and after eating everything Enjolras has stocked in his fridge – mostly apples – for he seldom eats at home and also because he can't cook. Goddamn bourgeoisie grew up in a home with maids.

Éponine was sleeping on his bed, half buried in pillows and blankets. He held his breath when she stirred and kicked the blankets away from her.

Of course she's in her underwear. He sighed.

He exited the room and went to the bathroom to check whether her clothes were dry or not. Enjolras shook his head as he picked up her clothes, they were filthy and tattered and most important, they weren't even washed. He threw them in the waste basket.

He took out his phone and texted Jehan.

Where do I buy clothes for girls? – Enj

Why are you asking me this? – Jehan

You seem to know this kind of stuff. – Enj

What does that even mean? Wait – do you finally have a girlfriend?! OMG THE MARBLE HAS CRACKED! – Jehan

No, you idiot! Just tell me where. – Enj

What a shame. :( I don't know, mon ami. :( :( :( – Jehan

He sighed and proceeded on texting Marius next.

What is Colette's number? - Enj

My beloved's name is Cosette, Enjolras – Pontmercy

Ah, yes. I meant to type that. Now, what is her number? – Enj

Why? – Pontmercy

None of your business, Pontmercy. – Enj

? ? ? – Pontmercy

Just give me her phone number – Enj

Fine. – Pontmercy

Marius sent him Cosette's number, he saved it in his contacts and then texted her.

This is Enjolras. Will you help me buy clothes for Éponine? – Enj

Uhm.. this is unexpected, but sure. – Cosette

Good. Where do we buy them? – Enj

In a store? – Cosette

Of course in a store, he knew that. His phone buzzed then.

Cosette told me you're buying clothes for Éponine. I'm coming. – Pontmercy


"So, Enj, why did you buy clothes for 'Ponine?" Marius asked as soon as they dropped Cosette off at her house in Rue Plummet.

Enjolras shrugged, "Her clothes were tattered. So I figured I'd give her new ones."

Marius eyed him but shrugged, "Do you know where she lives now? She won't tell me."

"With her parents, I assume."

Come to think of it, he doesn't know much about her except that she's Gavroche's sister and is in love with Marius – which is obvious enough except to the object of her affections. Marius is a smart man, but stupid too. He vaguely wondered how that could be.

"No, she ran away from home a couple months ago."

Enjolras stopped suddenly, "What did you say?"

Marius stopped when he realized that Enjolras was no longer walking beside him and cocked an eyebrow at the other man, "That she ran away."

Enjolras regained his composure and continued to walk, "Oh. I didn't know that." He made note of asking her about this when he gets home.

"I guess it's only me and Gavroche who knows," Marius shrugged.

"I'll make sure to ask her when I see her." Not wanting to tell Marius – or any of Les Amis in that matter – about what he and Éponine have agreed upon.

"Thank you, Enjolras."

He nodded a goodbye to his friend and watched Marius as he walked down the street to who knows where. Enjolras nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt hands on his back and was dragged inside his flat.

"WHERE. ARE. MY CLOTHES?" Éponine – hands on hip, eyes glaring and still practically naked– barked as soon as she closed the door behind them.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tugged at his collar – a gesture he does when he's lying.

She squinted at him, "You're lying. Answer my question, Enjolras."

Dear Lord why wasn't I gifted with a lying tongue.

"I don't – "he started but was cut short when Éponine threw him a pillow from his couch.

And a book. And the tv remote, "Ow ow ow STOP!" he screamed.

"Tell me where my clothes are or I will throw you this vase." She was holding the vase that he got as a birthday gift from Jehan above her head.

"They were tattered so I threw them out!"

She screamed and threw the vase at him anyway. Enjolras raised his arms to shield his face and got a rather long cut on his forearm.

"Ouch!" Enjolras sat down on the couch and paled as he examined the cut, while Éponine – on the other hand – was still fuming and throwing pillows around.

"I'm not saying sorry for that." She nodded towards his cut and sat down on the other end of the couch.

Enjolras tried to pinch the cut shut but he clearly doesn't know what he's doing for his cut oozed more blood. Both of them grimaced.

"You're an idiot. Just call Joly."

"You're naked – practically, anyway."

"Are we really having this fight right now?"

"Yes. And wear some clothes," he felt hot blood dripping down his elbow.

"You threw my clothes out." She glared at him

"I – I bought you new ones. They're in the paper bag." Enjolras nodded at the paper bag beside the door.

Éponine scowled as she held up the yellow sundress, "Ugh! Screw you!"

I knew I should've gotten her the red one. He gave her a small smile and dialed Joly's number.


A/N: I told myself I'm never adding another chapter, but here I was getting plagued by Éponine in her underwear in my dreams demanding for a new chapter or else she'll slit poor Enjy's throat. :( And I can't let that happen.

Just to clear things out, this was supposed to be a pre-barricade fic but idk what happened and it became a modern au.

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