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For just a second, your chest warms. JJ always has that effect on you. Even when you feel like absolute garbage.

You type back slowly.

I will. I promise I’ll see you as soon as I feel better.

Three little dots appear immediately like he’s about to respond, but you flip the phone face down on your nightstand before he can.

You bury your face in your pillow and cry for what feels like the thousandth time because, god, you want to feel better. You're so sick of this.

Going outside, seeing your friends, or doing literally anything other than rotting in bed would probably help. But your stupid sad brain won’t let you. It just whispers that everyone’s better off without you showing up and ruining the vibe.

So you stay there. Feeling alone and crying quietly.

About an hour later, there’s a soft tap tap tap on your window. A tap that you've heard a million times before.

Shit.

You sniffle and sit up slowly and just as you thought, there he is. JJ Maybank. Grinning at you through the glass like a golden retriever that wants to be let inside.

At first you just blink at him. Then a tiny laugh slips out of you for the first time in days as he waves at you excitedly.

"I'm coming in!" He pushes the window up by the glass, grabs the frame and does his usual little climb.

Except this time he slips and completely eats it, falling into your room in the most ungraceful way possible, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

You can't help but bust out laughing. “Are you good?”

He pops up like nothing happened and launches himself onto your bed beside you, making the mattress bounce. “Yeah I’m great,” he says, dramatically out of breath. “Other than the fact that I kinda miss my bestie.” He nudges your shoulder. “Or… a lot miss her.”

Your smile fades a little. You look down at your hands instead of him, playing with the little tag on the stuffed shark he gave you last summer.

“I missed you too,” you say quietly.

JJ watches you. He notices immediately that you won’t look at him. He's seen you sick before. Hungover, sunburned, exhausted. This definitely isn't that

His expression softens and he gently tilts your chin up so you have to face him. His brows knit together instantly when he sees your eyes. He'd have to be blind to not be able to tell you'd been crying for days.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You try to look away. “I’m fine.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I knew you weren’t sick.”

You blink at him.

He crosses his arms. “I knew it the second you didn’t appreciate the memes I sent you.”

You let out a weak laugh.

“You never just text me ‘lol,’” he continues. “And you definitely underreacted to that one really messed up one I sent yesterday. That one was gold.”

Your eyes start watering again and your bottom lip wobbles like you're trying to hold it in. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

JJ immediately scoots closer. “Hey—no no no,” he says quickly reaching out and gently and grabbing your hands. “You don’t gotta be sorry.” His voice softens.

“What’s going on, princess?”

Your lip trembles.

“Don’t cry,” he says gently. “Or… do if it makes you feel better. Whatever works.”

That’s all it takes. You break, tears coming fast now.

JJ instantly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You slump into him like your body has been waiting days to do that. Like you've been aching just to be held.

He wipes your tears with his thumb. “Hey,” he murmurs. “What’s up, pretty girl? You can tell me.”

You blush a little at that even through the crying. “I don’t know,” you admit weakly. “I’ve just been… kinda sad.”

JJ rubs your back slowly. “Yeah?”

You nod miserably. “I think something’s wrong with me. I know I'm being such a pussy.”

“Princess...” He can't help but snort quietly. “You're not a pussy for being sad.”

You sniffle. “I can’t make myself do anything. I wake up and I’m tired and I can't get out of bed and I feel awful and I keep lying to everybody saying I’m busy or sick and I hate it.” Your voice cracks. “I feel so useless.”

JJ’s arms tighten around you. “You are not useless.”

You shake your head. “I just… can’t make myself do stuff.”

He listens quietly then sighs. “Y/N.”

You look at him.

“It’s normal to just be sad sometimes,” he says. “Brains are weird.”

You sniffle again.

“Really weird. It's ok to feel off your game sometimes.”

You cry a little harder and he just holds you through it, rubbing circles on your back until your shoulders don't shake anymore. He wipes more tears off your face then suddenly straightens up. “Okay.”

You squint at him. “What?” you ask quietly.

“You’re gonna do something today.”

You snort. “Oh I am?”

“Yep.”

“And what exactly is that?”

He grins wide. “Beach day.”

You shake your head. “JJ—”

“Listen,” he says, pointing a finger dramatically. “Getting some of that good ol Vitamin D always makes me feel better. And I have a preroll with your name on it.”

You laugh a little. “I'll smoke with you but I don’t know if I’m feeling up for it today.”

“Well... that's too damn bad,” he says immediately.

You stare at him.

“You don’t have a choice.” He pulls his phone out and dials someone.

You narrow your eyes. “JJ…”

Someone answers and into the phone he goes, “Bring in the Pogues!”

You gasp and cover your face. “Oh my god. JJ are you serious?!”

You hear five sets of footsteps coming down the hallway and your door flies open.

“POGUE RESCUE MISSION!”

Suddenly your bed is full of bodies.

Kiara tackles you in a hug. “Girl we missed you!”

Cleo flops down beside you. “You look alive at least!”

Sarah plops next to you and places a little basket in your lap. Inside is candy, a soft blanket, fuzzy socks, an Arizona tea, lotion and sunglasses.

Your eyes immediately fill again. “You guys…” You laugh through your tears, almost shocked by the amount of love you're recieving right now, despite days of you pushing them away. “Thank you.”

JJ grabs the sunglasses and plops them onto your face. “I stole these.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes but you’re smiling.

Sarah grins. “You look so cuute.”

JJ nods seriously. “You’ll look even cuter wearing them on the beach. Because you're going to beach.”

“It's non negotiable,” Pope nods.

You giggle and push them up onto your head. “…Okay. I’m going.”

Everyone cheers.

The boys get shooed out so you can change.

“I’m sorry for lying," you say to the girls as you pull up your shorts. "I’ve just been a little depressy.”

Sarah shakes her head immediately. “Babe. Nobody’s upset.”

Kiara nods. “We’ve all just been worried about you.”

Cleo smirks. “Especially JJ.”

You pause as begin to put on your bikini top. “…Really?”

“We’ve had to stop him from coming over since day two of you turning down plans," Kiara laughs.

Sarah ties your bikini top while Cleo holds your hair up. “He’s been like a sad lost puppy.”

You blush furiously.

When you all get to the beach, JJ doesn’t run straight for the water like usual. Instead, he grabs your towel out of your bag and lays it out on the sand.

“Thanks," you smile.

He pushes your sunglasses up into your hair and squirts sunscreen into his hand before rubbing it onto your face.

“JJ, I can do it myself,” you giggle.

“Shhh I don't care.” He gently does your shoulders and then your arms, then he pauses. “I’ll let you do the rest of you…” He tilts his head and smirks. “…unless you want me to do it.”

You snort, a dopey smile spreading across your face. “I got it, idiot.”

John B shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s joking.”

JJ shrugs. “I’m not.” Then he smiles and wiggles his fingers. “If my very talented hands would bring her happiness then I’m down.”

You hide your face as you blush.

Kiara raises a hand dramatically. “Ma’am is this man bothering you?”

You sigh, still smiling. “Nah, I’m used to it.”

The day goes by slowly. You swim, laugh, lay in the sun, share snacks and joints. And somewhere along the way, you realize that your chest doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

By the time the sun begins to set, you and JJ are floating in the water up to your shoulders, both holding onto the same ring floatie.

He looks at you. “You feelin' any better?”

You nod. “Yeah. A lot better.”

He smiles softly.

You hesitate. “I’m not bumming anybody out, right?”

“Hell no,” he says immediately. “Everyone missed you. 'Specially me.” He nudges your foot with his. “I was way more bummed out when you wouldn’t talk to me."

You glance back up and frown.

“If you ever start feeling like that again…you come to me. Okay?”

Your throat tightens.

“You don’t gotta hide from me. Or lie. Or deal with that stuff alone.” He reaches out and squeezes your hand. “All you gotta do is send me a frowny face emoji or something. I’ll sit in bed with you. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll annoy you until you laugh. Whatever I gotta do. Because I want to. Your happiness is like... my happiness. Or whatever.”

Your chest warms and you stare at the water for a second. “Can I hug you?”

He snorts. “You don't gotta ask.”

JJ lets go of the floatie and pulls you into his arms immediately.

You melt into him as he hugs you tight.

“Y’know… I’m proud of you,” he says quietly after a moment.

You blink against his chest. “…For what?”

“For gettin’ outta the house today,” he says simply. “I know it was hard and I kinda forced you, but still.”

Your throat tightens immediately. “JJ, stop.”

He pulls back a little, confused. “What?”

You wipe quickly at your eyes. “Don’t make me cry again.”

His expression softens instantly.

But you shove your face back into his shoulder, hiding. “I’m serious,” you mumble. “I finally stopped.”

JJ chuckles softly and hugs you tighter.

“Alright, alright. No more emotional speeches. Just good vibes from here on out.”

“You’re the best,” you mumble.

He rubs your back. “I know, princess. I know.”

You groan. “JJ.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. Then he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

Your entire brain short circuits and your heart flutters wildly at the tiny gesture. You look up at him, completely flustered.

JJ freezes. “Sorry—”

You shake your head quickly. “No, it’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nod and smile shyly. “I liked it.”

His eyebrows lift.

“Kinda healed me a little to be honest.”

JJ scratches the back of his neck. “Oh. Cool.” He squints. “It wasn’t weird?”

You shake your head. “Not weird. Needed that.”

“…Cool.”

You smile wider but don't look at him. “You can do it more if you want.”

He laughs quietly, a little stunned. Then he nods. “If it makes you happy, I just might.”

Suddenly his eyes widen at he looks at something behind you. “Oh shit.”

You whip around. “WHAT? Shark?!”

JJ bursts out laughing. “No, the floatie.”

Your floatie is drifting away.

You laugh too, splashing him in the face. “You scared me! Go get it, JJ!!"

He swims after it dramatically. “GET BACK HERE!” He grabs the floatie and swims back, still laughing maniacally and puts it over your head so it's around your waist.

You head back to the shore and begin to pack up. JJ walks beside you to the Twinkie and bumps your shoulder, speaking quietly so only you can hear him. “You smiled a lot today.”

You smile again. “I did. My face kinda hurts honestly.”

“Mission accomplished.”

You look out at the ocean, then back at him. “Thanks for breaking into my room.”

He shrugs. “Anytime, princess.”

For the first time in days, you feel like yourself again.

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For just a second, your chest warms. JJ always has that effect on you. Even when you feel like absolute garbage.

You type back slowly.

I will. I promise I’ll see you as soon as I feel better.

Three little dots appear immediately like he’s about to respond, but you flip the phone face down on your nightstand before he can.

You bury your face in your pillow and cry for what feels like the thousandth time because, god, you want to feel better. You're so sick of this.

Going outside, seeing your friends, or doing literally anything other than rotting in bed would probably help. But your stupid sad brain won’t let you. It just whispers that everyone’s better off without you showing up and ruining the vibe.

So you stay there. Feeling alone and crying quietly.

About an hour later, there’s a soft tap tap tap on your window. A tap that you've heard a million times before.

Shit.

You sniffle and sit up slowly and just as you thought, there he is. JJ Maybank. Grinning at you through the glass like a golden retriever that wants to be let inside.

At first you just blink at him. Then a tiny laugh slips out of you for the first time in days as he waves at you excitedly.

"I'm coming in!" He pushes the window up by the glass, grabs the frame and does his usual little climb.

Except this time he slips and completely eats it, falling into your room in the most ungraceful way possible, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

You can't help but bust out laughing. “Are you good?”

He pops up like nothing happened and launches himself onto your bed beside you, making the mattress bounce. “Yeah I’m great,” he says, dramatically out of breath. “Other than the fact that I kinda miss my bestie.” He nudges your shoulder. “Or… a lot miss her.”

Your smile fades a little. You look down at your hands instead of him, playing with the little tag on the stuffed shark he gave you last summer.

“I missed you too,” you say quietly.

JJ watches you. He notices immediately that you won’t look at him. He's seen you sick before. Hungover, sunburned, exhausted. This definitely isn't that

His expression softens and he gently tilts your chin up so you have to face him. His brows knit together instantly when he sees your eyes. He'd have to be blind to not be able to tell you'd been crying for days.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You try to look away. “I’m fine.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I knew you weren’t sick.”

You blink at him.

He crosses his arms. “I knew it the second you didn’t appreciate the memes I sent you.”

You let out a weak laugh.

“You never just text me ‘lol,’” he continues. “And you definitely underreacted to that one really messed up one I sent yesterday. That one was gold.”

Your eyes start watering again and your bottom lip wobbles like you're trying to hold it in. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

JJ immediately scoots closer. “Hey—no no no,” he says quickly reaching out and gently and grabbing your hands. “You don’t gotta be sorry.” His voice softens.

“What’s going on, princess?”

Your lip trembles.

“Don’t cry,” he says gently. “Or… do if it makes you feel better. Whatever works.”

That’s all it takes. You break, tears coming fast now.

JJ instantly wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You slump into him like your body has been waiting days to do that. Like you've been aching just to be held.

He wipes your tears with his thumb. “Hey,” he murmurs. “What’s up, pretty girl? You can tell me.”

You blush a little at that even through the crying. “I don’t know,” you admit weakly. “I’ve just been… kinda sad.”

JJ rubs your back slowly. “Yeah?”

You nod miserably. “I think something’s wrong with me. I know I'm being such a pussy.”

“Princess...” He can't help but snort quietly. “You're not a pussy for being sad.”

You sniffle. “I can’t make myself do anything. I wake up and I’m tired and I can't get out of bed and I feel awful and I keep lying to everybody saying I’m busy or sick and I hate it.” Your voice cracks. “I feel so useless.”

JJ’s arms tighten around you. “You are not useless.”

You shake your head. “I just… can’t make myself do stuff.”

He listens quietly then sighs. “Y/N.”

You look at him.

“It’s normal to just be sad sometimes,” he says. “Brains are weird.”

You sniffle again.

“Really weird. It's ok to feel off your game sometimes.”

You cry a little harder and he just holds you through it, rubbing circles on your back until your shoulders don't shake anymore. He wipes more tears off your face then suddenly straightens up. “Okay.”

You squint at him. “What?” you ask quietly.

“You’re gonna do something today.”

You snort. “Oh I am?”

“Yep.”

“And what exactly is that?”

He grins wide. “Beach day.”

You shake your head. “JJ—”

“Listen,” he says, pointing a finger dramatically. “Getting some of that good ol Vitamin D always makes me feel better. And I have a preroll with your name on it.”

You laugh a little. “I'll smoke with you but I don’t know if I’m feeling up for it today.”

“Well... that's too damn bad,” he says immediately.

You stare at him.

“You don’t have a choice.” He pulls his phone out and dials someone.

You narrow your eyes. “JJ…”

Someone answers and into the phone he goes, “Bring in the Pogues!”

You gasp and cover your face. “Oh my god. JJ are you serious?!”

You hear five sets of footsteps coming down the hallway and your door flies open.

“POGUE RESCUE MISSION!”

Suddenly your bed is full of bodies.

Kiara tackles you in a hug. “Girl we missed you!”

Cleo flops down beside you. “You look alive at least!”

Sarah plops next to you and places a little basket in your lap. Inside is candy, a soft blanket, fuzzy socks, an Arizona tea, lotion and sunglasses.

Your eyes immediately fill again. “You guys…” You laugh through your tears, almost shocked by the amount of love you're recieving right now, despite days of you pushing them away. “Thank you.”

JJ grabs the sunglasses and plops them onto your face. “I stole these.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes but you’re smiling.

Sarah grins. “You look so cuute.”

JJ nods seriously. “You’ll look even cuter wearing them on the beach. Because you're going to beach.”

“It's non negotiable,” Pope nods.

You giggle and push them up onto your head. “…Okay. I’m going.”

Everyone cheers.

The boys get shooed out so you can change.

“I’m sorry for lying," you say to the girls as you pull up your shorts. "I’ve just been a little depressy.”

Sarah shakes her head immediately. “Babe. Nobody’s upset.”

Kiara nods. “We’ve all just been worried about you.”

Cleo smirks. “Especially JJ.”

You pause as begin to put on your bikini top. “…Really?”

“We’ve had to stop him from coming over since day two of you turning down plans," Kiara laughs.

Sarah ties your bikini top while Cleo holds your hair up. “He’s been like a sad lost puppy.”

You blush furiously.

When you all get to the beach, JJ doesn’t run straight for the water like usual. Instead, he grabs your towel out of your bag and lays it out on the sand.

“Thanks," you smile.

He pushes your sunglasses up into your hair and squirts sunscreen into his hand before rubbing it onto your face.

“JJ, I can do it myself,” you giggle.

“Shhh I don't care.” He gently does your shoulders and then your arms, then he pauses. “I’ll let you do the rest of you…” He tilts his head and smirks. “…unless you want me to do it.”

You snort, a dopey smile spreading across your face. “I got it, idiot.”

John B shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s joking.”

JJ shrugs. “I’m not.” Then he smiles and wiggles his fingers. “If my very talented hands would bring her happiness then I’m down.”

You hide your face as you blush.

Kiara raises a hand dramatically. “Ma’am is this man bothering you?”

You sigh, still smiling. “Nah, I’m used to it.”

The day goes by slowly. You swim, laugh, lay in the sun, share snacks and joints. And somewhere along the way, you realize that your chest doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

By the time the sun begins to set, you and JJ are floating in the water up to your shoulders, both holding onto the same ring floatie.

He looks at you. “You feelin' any better?”

You nod. “Yeah. A lot better.”

He smiles softly.

You hesitate. “I’m not bumming anybody out, right?”

“Hell no,” he says immediately. “Everyone missed you. 'Specially me.” He nudges your foot with his. “I was way more bummed out when you wouldn’t talk to me."

You glance back up and frown.

“If you ever start feeling like that again…you come to me. Okay?”

Your throat tightens.

“You don’t gotta hide from me. Or lie. Or deal with that stuff alone.” He reaches out and squeezes your hand. “All you gotta do is send me a frowny face emoji or something. I’ll sit in bed with you. I’ll bring snacks. I’ll annoy you until you laugh. Whatever I gotta do. Because I want to. Your happiness is like... my happiness. Or whatever.”

Your chest warms and you stare at the water for a second. “Can I hug you?”

He snorts. “You don't gotta ask.”

JJ lets go of the floatie and pulls you into his arms immediately.

You melt into him as he hugs you tight.

“Y’know… I’m proud of you,” he says quietly after a moment.

You blink against his chest. “…For what?”

“For gettin’ outta the house today,” he says simply. “I know it was hard and I kinda forced you, but still.”

Your throat tightens immediately. “JJ, stop.”

He pulls back a little, confused. “What?”

You wipe quickly at your eyes. “Don’t make me cry again.”

His expression softens instantly.

But you shove your face back into his shoulder, hiding. “I’m serious,” you mumble. “I finally stopped.”

JJ chuckles softly and hugs you tighter.

“Alright, alright. No more emotional speeches. Just good vibes from here on out.”

“You’re the best,” you mumble.

He rubs your back. “I know, princess. I know.”

You groan. “JJ.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. Then he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

Your entire brain short circuits and your heart flutters wildly at the tiny gesture. You look up at him, completely flustered.

JJ freezes. “Sorry—”

You shake your head quickly. “No, it’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nod and smile shyly. “I liked it.”

His eyebrows lift.

“Kinda healed me a little to be honest.”

JJ scratches the back of his neck. “Oh. Cool.” He squints. “It wasn’t weird?”

You shake your head. “Not weird. Needed that.”

“…Cool.”

You smile wider but don't look at him. “You can do it more if you want.”

He laughs quietly, a little stunned. Then he nods. “If it makes you happy, I just might.”

Suddenly his eyes widen at he looks at something behind you. “Oh shit.”

You whip around. “WHAT? Shark?!”

JJ bursts out laughing. “No, the floatie.”

Your floatie is drifting away.

You laugh too, splashing him in the face. “You scared me! Go get it, JJ!!"

He swims after it dramatically. “GET BACK HERE!” He grabs the floatie and swims back, still laughing maniacally and puts it over your head so it's around your waist.

You head back to the shore and begin to pack up. JJ walks beside you to the Twinkie and bumps your shoulder, speaking quietly so only you can hear him. “You smiled a lot today.”

You smile again. “I did. My face kinda hurts honestly.”

“Mission accomplished.”

You look out at the ocean, then back at him. “Thanks for breaking into my room.”

He shrugs. “Anytime, princess.”

For the first time in days, you feel like yourself again.

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Kiara looked over curiously, he watched as her face scrunched up in disgust. “Sarah’s over there. Probably won’t be any beer left by the time we get back.”

“Did you guys hear her and Topper broke up?” John B asked, voice a little too cheery. JJ snorted, earning an annoyed kick on the shin from Kie.

All of them knew about his little crush on Sarah Cameron, but no one ever spoke about it. Kiara and hers rivalry had been going on for god knows how long now and the thought of one of her best friends dating her made her stomach churn. In her eyes, Sarah was Satan's spawn.

“Look who else is here,” John B murmured, all of them now looking over.

Okay, maybe Sarah isn’t the worst of them all. That title has been going to you since kindergarten.

“What’s she doin’ here?” Pope asked. Maybe it was a little weird for them all to be sat there talking about the two of you, and JJ was well aware that if you knew you’d never stop go on about them being stalkers, but doesn’t every friend group like to keep updated on their enemies?

You were known well around the island, your family was up there with the Cameron’s for popularity and you and Sarah seemed to think you ran the damn island. Your head was always held high, the newest designer bag hung from your arm and JJ always fought the urge to smash a window when he saw your Range Rover parked up outside the club.

Another thing JJ knew about you was that you weren’t a regular attendee to Keggers. You probably thought they were too good for you. Yet here you stood, arms crossed over your chest in a short white dress sipping a bottle of wine next to your best friend.

“Maybe moral support from the breakup?” John B suggested, clearly he still wanted to talk about the fact that Sarah was single for the first time in five months.

“Enough, John B,” Kiara warned, taking a long gulp of her drink. Her eyes wouldn’t stray from you and Sarah, and funnily enough JJ’s wouldn’t either.

He could see the way your narrowed eyes kept darting around, he wished he knew who you were looking for. Sarah was drinking quicker than you, though there was a smile on her face and he hadn’t even seen your lips move. The blonde was rambling on it seemed, you looked focused on what she was saying and yet distant.

“You’re staring,” John B teased. JJ scoffed, instantly looking away to carry on with his joint.

“Says the man who’s been drooling over Sarah Cameron since we were nine,” JJ retaliated, licking the paper. John B smacked him on the head. “I’m just interested, man. I mean, look at her. She’s so… irritated.”

“She’s always irritated,” Pope chimed in, not in a judgement tone like JJ; just stating a fact.

JJ shrugged, nodding his head as he lit his joint and took a long drag. All of them tried to continue a conversation about something else, but all roads lead back to you. It’s just a shock to the system, that’s what JJ tells himself, the fact that you’re here. He sees you quite a lot, he works at the country club as a waiter and you spend most of your days and evenings there. You hardly speak to him, which just annoys him more.

Kooks like Topper or Kelce will snap their fingers in his direction, they’ll make rude remarks about him, they’ll pick on him until he’s having to go out back and punch a wall so he doesn’t lose his job. You don’t do anything; hardly even look in his direction when he brings your over the top cocktail to your table. It infuriates him more than those other Kooks ever could.

“Do you think Sarah’s okay?” JJ groaned out loud this time at John B’s question. “What? I was just wondering.”

“Who cares?” Kiara scoffed, leaning over to snatch the joint from between JJ’s fingers. She looked like she was growing more and more annoyed by the second.

“Good timing for the question,” Pope murmured, nodding over to where Sarah was being led away by Topper and you were left standing alone by the keg. Arms were flailing around, they couldn’t make out what they were saying but it looked heated.

It felt like slow motion for JJ, the way your head turned and eyes met his. It probably didn’t look great. The other three were watching Sarah and Topper whilst he’d been looking at you. You raised an eyebrow at him and he just gave you a lazy, awkward smile. He sort of expected a smile back, or for you to just turn away, what he got instead was a scoff. Like he wasn’t worthy of a smile, like he didn’t deserve to even look at you.

“God, she’s such a bitch!” JJ exclaimed, sitting up suddenly from his comfortable spot on John B’s legs.

“Huh?” No one had been paying attention to his exchange, too busy watching the drama unfold.

“Y/N! She just— God, I swear, someone needs to fuckin’ teach her a lesson one day that she’s not all that. Not everyone wants to be her or be around her!” JJ rambled, stealing his joint back to take an angry puff.

“I’ve been dreaming for that for a long time. It’s never gonna happen,” Kiara laughed, finding her friend's irritation amusing.

“Someone could,” JJ murmured. Maybe he was a little drunk, and maybe he was a little high, but he’d had enough of you pretending like he didn’t exist at the club. Of you thinking that you’re better than everyone else just because you have more money. “I could.”

“Yeah? How are you gonna do that? Gonna steal her car?” Pope teased.

JJ smirked, shaking his head. “What’s one thing that little miss princess hasn’t had happen to her?”

“Not having enough money for rent?”

“The electricity never goes out?”

“The water turning cold in the middle of a shower?”

“Okay, I was going in another direction. Also, Kie, your shower has definitely never turned cold,” JJ responded.

“It has at the Chateau,” she laughed.

“What were you thinking, then?” John B asked, looking over to his conniving best friend.

All of the Pogues could be mean, but JJ could be cruel.

“She’s never had her heart broken,” JJ stated calmly. All of them stared at him like he’d grown two heads, maybe he had.

“You’re going to pay someone to break her heart? You can’t even afford a loaf of bread,” Pope responded.

“Not pay someone! I’ll break her heart, moron,” JJ explained. That had all of them bursting out into fits of laughter, minus JJ who stared at them in disbelief. “What’s so funny?”

“You? You think— you think she’d fall in love with you?” John B asked through fits of giggles.

JJ scoffed, kicking John B’s foot. “Thanks for the confidence boost, man.”

“C’mon, JJ. You can’t be serious. She’s never even had a boyfriend, that we know of, and I highly doubt that her first would be a Pogue who wouldn’t even be able to buy her a happy meal from McDonald’s,” Pope explained.

“Says who?” JJ asked. “I could do it. I’d bet you I could do it.”

“If you can manage to break her heart, I’ll give you two hundred bucks,” John B snorted.

“Where are you gonna get that much money from?” Pope laughed.

“Kie,” John B mumbled.

“Fine, deal. What do you want if I win?” JJ asked.

John B looked at him in surprise. He was serious. He truly believed he could manage to get you to fall in love with him. From the looks of things the only person you may love is Sarah, although it also looks like you hate her most of the time too.

“You’re cleaning the Twinkie, head to toe, inside. Everything.” That van was a mess. No one wanted to clean it. But JJ had true belief that he wouldn’t have to.

“Fine, deal,” JJ nodded. “Any rules or can I just do my thing and have her by the end of the night?”

“Right, calm down,” John B cackled. “You’ve got two months, until the end of summer. That’s a generous amount of time, in my opinion.”

“Easy,” JJ nodded.

“You shouldn’t… I think sleeping with her would be a bit too far,” Pope said, always the angel on his shoulder.

“We’ll see what happens.” He was sure he could get you without that, but he had always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you. What you’d be like in bed morelike. You’re so cold, would that glare just stay on your face? He doubts it, though that would be a little funny.

“Y’all are straight up evil,” Kiara stated, though there was a smile playing on her lips.

And so it began, the bet. And JJ had no doubt in his mind that he was going to win.

—

You weren't his. Weren't dating. He had no reason to be this upset.

Still, he couldn't help it. You'd always been his.

Always.

And he yours. In ways that didn't make sense to anyone else. The way you'd hold him after his dad had hurt him. Patch him up quietly with no questions and a kiss to the forehead. He was yours. In every way that mattered.

But here you were, kissing someone else.

JJ kept trying to tell himself he couldn't be annoyed. Couldn't be mad. You weren't his, and it's not like he hadn't hooked up with his fair share of girls. Messy, meaningless nights that never lasted till morning. Mornings he'd spend with you — laughing and eating and joking, feeling lighter than he'd ever done.

He never wanted to claim you. Never wanted to make that decision for you. He would be here, being yours and wait until you decided to be his.

Little did he know, you were head over heels for him, always waiting until he'd be...ready? Brave enough?

You weren't sure.

Your heart would drop when you'd hear him with a girl late at night in the chateau. You'd smile big at him in the morning, joke around like you weren't crumbling inside, like you didn't want to scream and yell.

You wanted to draw a line — tell him he couldn't spend the mornings with you after sleeping with someone else, that he couldn't just climb in your window and cuddle with you while the faint smell of another girl's perfume lingered.

But...

You'd rather have him in small bits than not at all.

So you said nothing.

Waited. Hoped.

Until you realized it was never going to happen. That he didn't feel the same way. That maybe it was time to move on. So when Sarah suggested coming to this party and hooking up with a guy she used to know from kook academy, you thought 'fuck it, why not?'

He had apparently asked about you multiple times, had said he thought you were hot. So here you were — hands wrapped loosely around his neck, lips chasing his, chasing the feeling of being wanted.

Completely oblivious to the fact that barely 20 feet away, stood the boy you were in love with — holding two drinks, looking like a lost puppy, completely heartbroken.

He walks away, downing both drinks and throws the cups as far as he can. Kiara gives him a glare and he rolls his eyes, huffing angrily before going to grab another drink. He's filling his cup when he hears your voice behind him.

“Hey Jayj, there you are, I missed you.”

You hug him from behind quickly. JJ stiffens. He can barely look you in the eye when he turns around. You frown, confused when all he gives is a mumbled hey.

“You having fun? Wanna smoke together?” You ask enthusiastically, already pulling the joint from the ziplock bag in your pocket.

“No, not really,” he mumbles, still not meeting your eyes.

“JJ, what's wrong? You're acting weird.” Your hand comes to stroke his cheek and he pulls away, jerking his head to the side.

“Fuck! Can you not fucking leave me alone for one second?” His eyes are stormy, face flushed with anger — resentment more like.

The words land in your chest like a heavy blow. Your eyes well up with tears instantly and JJ feels his heart crack right down the middle.

He caused that.

He regrets it immediately — of course he does, but JJ being JJ — says nothing, just stares at you stupidly as he watches you take a deep breath, trying to contain yourself.

“Sure Jayj, I'll leave you alone.” Your head is held high, not letting the tears fall as you turn to walk away, ignoring your friends' protests — Kie yelling at JJ, Sarah telling you to wait for her.

“JJ, what the fuck? Go after her.” Kie's waving her hands in JJ's face as he finally snaps out of it, running after you.

“Princess, wait please.” He's slightly out of breath, feet hitting the sand with soft thumps as you continue walking away, wiping at your eyes furiously.

“You said to leave you alone JJ, that's exactly what I'm doing.” You're calm — too calm and that scares JJ more than anything. He wants you to yell at him, call him an asshole, push him — anything to make the ache in his chest ease.

“Baby please.” JJ catches your hand in his, spinning you to face him.

You look down, away from him. Your hand is still in his and you hate the way it makes your heart stutter — the way it feels so warm, so familiar, so comforting.

“Don't call me that.” You shake your head, voice coming out softer than you intended.

“What?” JJ's brows furrow, confused.

“Don't call me baby, or princess. I'm not your girlfriend JJ, you can't just call me baby, you can't climb through my window and cuddle, you can't act like my boyfriend when you're not.” You say the words out loud, finally. Something about the pain he's caused makes it easier.

JJ drops your hand. His lip trembles. Something deep in his chest moves, weighs him down. His breath quickens and he places a hand on his chest.

No. No. This can’t be happening. You’re leaving him. No. Please no.

“I— uh I don’t — I can’t—” he trails off, not knowing what to say, the only thing running through his mind being that he’s going to lose you. He feels the loss hit like it’s already happened — deep and devastating. The one person who has never said an unkind word to him, who understands him, who has always been there. The person who holds him through his nightmares, touching him with a gentleness he’s never known. You don’t care. You’re leaving. You don’t want him. You don’t want him. 

You let the tears fall freely — mistaking his silence for apathy. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t think of you the way you do him. He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t care. 

You start turning away and something in JJ clicks. 

He can’t lose you. He can’t. 

“Ba—wait, please. I—uh—m’sorry, m’sorry for everything, for snapping at you. I just saw you kissing that guy and I got mad. I know, s’not my place. I know I’m not your—boyfriend—” He winces at the word, like it pains him to say it. 

“M’sorry prin—uh—shit m’sorry, I just—just please don’t go. Please.” 

JJ wraps his hand around yours, thumb pressing into the back of your hand to ground himself. He’s crying now. Tears well in his eyes and his face is flushed a deep red that makes you want to reach out and kiss it. You notice the way he’s holding back, the way he stopped himself from calling you princess, the way his thumb keeps pressing harder into your hand that it almost starts to hurt. You feel awful. You want to take it all back and pretend none of this ever happened. Go back to normal — whatever that means. You hold strong, needing to get this out. 

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath, “I only kissed that guy because I was tired of waiting for you. I need more JJ. I need more than whatever…this is…” you gesture between the two of you, sniffling softly, “...because it hurts too much Jayj. It hurts. It hurts to see you with other girls, to hold you when I know you’re not mine. It hurts so fucking much.” You’re sobbing now, wiping the tears and snot with your sleeve, tears falling freely down your cheeks. 

JJ lets go of your hand, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as he takes a step back. He hurt you. He hurt you. The most important person in his life and he hurt you. He feels bile rise in his throat, wiping furiously at the tears that keep stubbornly coming to his eyes. 

Say something. Don’t just stand there and look at her. Say something. Anything. 

You feel your heart sink, your face burning with embarrassment when he doesn’t say anything. You had practically bared your soul to him and there he was, just looking at you. 

Fuck, no no no, I’m so stupid, oh god. 

If the ground opened up right now and swallowed you whole, it still wouldn’t be enough. Your face is hot — so hot you can barely stand it. You feel as if you could drown in your own regret. 

“Just forget I said anything, please JJ. I’ll be fine tomorrow, I swear, I just need to go home and sleep, I probably just had too much to drink or something. Yeah, that’s all it is, just drank too much, please forget it.” 

Your rambling seems to snap JJ out of it, realizing he still hasn’t said anything, realizing how it must seem to you. He musters up the courage from somewhere deep within — takes a deep breath and finally, finally says what he’s been wanting to for years. 

“Princess—I—sorry I don’t know how to not call you that—fuck—” JJ lets out a shaky exhale. 

Your heart tugs painfully at that. “S’okay, you can…” you trail off, mumbling softly, trying to meet his eyes. 

“I’m not sure what to say, m’not good at this type of thing…” JJ watches as your face falls even more, hurrying to hold your hand and continue. 

“...but I do know that you mean more to me than anyone else in the world. I know that you’re the only person I feel safe with and fuck—I don’t know—m’sorry about the other girls. I just, I didn’t know if you—I thought you’d be better off without me…I don’t know—weighing you down? I don’t know, I just, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known and you deserve the fucking world and I can’t give that to you, no matter how much I want it. Fuck I want it so bad, I want you to be mine, I want to kiss you. Fuck do I want to kiss you—and take you out and show you off and—” JJ’s rambling, talking faster and faster, eyes flicking back and forth wildly, thumb still pressing gently into your hand. 

Your heart pounds like it’s going to fall right out of your chest. Your ears ring. JJ’s still talking. You can barely hear what he’s saying anymore. The only thing going through your mind is — ‘I want you to be mine. I want to kiss you.’ 

“...and I know I screwed up and probably don’t deserve—” JJ’s cut off by your lips on his. 

Everything in him goes hot. 

He stumbles back as you press your body into his, before catching himself around your waist, kissing you back harder. 

Your lips wrap around his softly, humming into his mouth and JJ feels the sound scrape down his spine. His head goes fuzzy — feeling the softness of your lips against his, savouring your taste slowly. You taste of strawberry gum mixed with whatever fruity drink you were having. It’s intoxicating in the best way and JJ wants more, more, more. 

His hands move up your sides, coming to rest at your jaw, guiding your mouth to deepen the kiss. 

Your knees threaten to give out when his tongue traces yours. 

The taste of him, his hands on you, fingers tracing soft lines across your face — like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real. His nose pressed into your cheek, his chest pressed against yours — hard and warm. It’s all so much — too much. 

JJ’s tongue brushes yours again and he groans softly into your mouth, pulling you into him further like he can’t get enough of your taste, your lips. 

You’re so soft — skin warm against his, breaths coming out in small gasps as his lips chase yours. Your knees do give out then — trembling softly when JJ pulls gently at your lower lip. It doesn’t matter — his hands grip your waist, holding you up — holding you to him. 

When air becomes too precious, lungs burning like you’d been held underwater, JJ pulls away. 

He’s breathless, lips swollen and flushed. 

He rests his forehead against yours, both of you laughing softly, like you can’t believe what just happened. Your chest rises and falls, the sounds of the beach coming back to you — the music, the waves, someone yelling something. 

“What—was that?” JJ asks, completely breathless. 

You giggle softly, hand coming to rest on his cheek, forehead still pressed to his. Your eyes meet his — bright and blue and so fucking beautiful, you can’t help but move back slightly — taking them in. 

“That was—me finally not being—scared.” 

JJ can’t help but grin, heart still racing, confused and scared and happy all at once. He had never felt more right, more like this is where he belonged — wrapped up in you, with you looking at him like he hung the moon. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out. 

Your eyes soften, leaning forward to kiss him once more. As your lips meet his, you can’t help but feel at ease, like everything in your life had been just slightly out of place and now it just — clicked. 

He was yours. And you were his. Just like it had always meant to be. 

You pull back, smiling wide as JJ takes your hand in his. 

You still had a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but for now you just let yourself be in this moment with him. 

“So…can I—um—call you princess now?” JJ’s hand tightens around yours.

“Is that your way of asking if you can be my boyfriend?” You laugh, hand swatting at his chest playfully. 

“Um—yeah? I think so, yes?” JJ’s other hand goes to rub at the back of his neck absentmindedly. 

You understand his hesitancy, know all his doubts that were still rolling through his mind — know they had nothing to do with you and the way he felt about you. 

You lean forward, kissing his cheek and smiling.

“Yes, you can call me princess JJ.”

a/n: this is the fic where half got deleted and I almost didn't finish it but I'm so glad I did! (and I have learnt my lesson and will never be writing directly into tumblr again) also do people still want the taglist for these fics i'm doing from requests?? let me know! Also please let me know what you think, it fuels me and motivates me to write more!! Thank you 💞

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So when JJ walks out of the chateau wearing a red muscle tee, arms on full display, you can’t help the way your words trail off mid-sentence or the way your eyes trace down the length of his arms. JJ’s oblivious, talking to John B, trying to convince him that he can be trusted with the twinkie for the day. 

He raises his arms, pointing to his chest as he pleads with John B, “Come on man, s’me, you can trust me.” 

You’re not paying attention to what the girls are talking about — Sarah and Kie rolling their eyes playfully when Cleo nods her head in JJ’s direction with a smirk, silently explaining why you’d gone bye-bye. You were practically salivating at the sight of his arm flexing, skin stretched tight around the ripple of muscle. He looked too good in that tee. You wanted to rip it off him and climb him like a tree. 

JJ looks over at you, smirking when he notices the way your eyes haven’t left his arms, or the way you gulp when his eyes meet yours. You look away, smiling nervously as JJ comes to sit next to you. He pulls you onto his lap, arm wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel the hard press of his chest to your back — warm and steady. He smells like the cheap cologne you bought him that you’d come to love. It smelt like safety and love and pure want.

JJ notices the way you shift against him — trying and failing to pay attention to what the group is talking about. He knows the effect he has on you— pressing himself closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. 

“What’s wrong baby? You seem like you’re on edge,” JJ whispers into your ear. 

“Nothing’s wrong Jayj, just missed you,” you mumble as you turn your head, nuzzling your face against his upper arm and placing a soft kiss to the skin. JJ shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a chuckle as his heart swells, completely in awe of his beautiful girlfriend so head over heels for him.

He knows it’s more than that, knows you’ve been wanting him for days, sending him texts of all the things you wanted him to do to you when you see him. 

I miss you so much JJ, want your fingers in me so bad

You had sent a video a couple minutes later — fingers sliding in and out of yourself, the sound of wet squelching heard along with your soft moans. 

Mine don’t get the spot like yours do. Want to hold onto your arm while you push them in knuckle deep

JJ had watched that video on repeat, groaning at the sounds of your wet pussy, sending you a video of his hand stroking his cock, arm flexing in the mirror before coming all over his hand, moaning your name. 

It had been all you needed to reach your orgasm, coming hard as you pictured him hovering over you. 

The next day it was a video of you fucking your dildo into yourself, moaning his name as your thighs shook. 

Need your dick deep inside me JJ please

Want you to wrap your arm around my neck and fuck me from behind

JJ could barely think straight when he opened your message, hand running down his face in defeat as he pulled his hard dick out of his shorts. 

Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, i’m so fucking hard you have no idea, want to fuck that pussy so bad

You’d been going back and forth for the past week, both of you working late and well — busy. Today however, your schedules had lined up and you had your place to yourself for the night. Your panties were already soaked as the messages you had sent to each other played through your mind. You could barely care that you hadn’t seen the rest of your friends for two weeks — needing JJ more than ever. 

“I know how much you love when I wear this shirt. Know how much you love looking at my arms. You wanna take it off me?” JJ’s voice is low and rough in your ear, sending warmth down your spine. 

You nod slowly, pressing your thighs together, heart beating out of your chest at JJ’s words. You’re so aware of the group sitting so close, of your ass pressed to JJ’s dick. You feel him push his hips up — just the slightest bit — the movement so small it could easily be mistaken as JJ shifting his weight.

“Yeah I know you do baby.” He kisses the back of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way gently. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as you try to hold back a moan at the feel of him kissing your neck. You look around frantically — no one has noticed a thing, everyone too focused on John B and Sarah talking. 

You gasp when you feel him do it again, the feel of his dick hardening against your ass almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself dripping, panties sticking to you almost uncomfortably, pussy practically throbbing with need now. 

“JJ, pleaseee, let’s go.” You whine softly, head turned towards him so the others don’t hear. 

“Not yet baby, want to have you so ready for me, you’re trembling before I even fuck you.” JJ chuckles as you whine in protest, tugging on his hand.

JJ continues tracing maddeningly soft circles to your bare thigh, hand going higher and higher until his thumb is under the hem of your skirt. He places a kiss to the back of your neck every now and then, shifting underneath you, his hard dick pressing into your ass every time. You try to shift so that your pussy presses against his thigh — needing friction more than air, but JJ catches it — holding you in place, arm flexing against your stomach. 

“Want me to fuck you now baby?” 

You could cry as you nod — desperate for him to take you home. 

JJ groans when you push your ass into him, finally snapping and getting up, waving a quick goodbye to the pogues, not at all subtle about the way he drags you away — you giggling as he pushes you against the door of the twinkie, arm braced next to your head, lips catching yours in a heated kiss. His hands are all over you, groping at your chest, gripping your jaw hard as he guides your mouth along his. 

“Fuck, get in, get in.” JJ rushes to the other side, turning the ignition on and getting to yours in record time. He had almost pulled over to the side of the road to fuck you then and there when you had started palming at him through his shorts, your other hand rubbing over the wet spot on your panties, moaning JJ’s name as he drove. 

You’re in your bathroom now, completely naked, sitting on your sink with your legs wrapped around JJ’s waist, his fingers curling into you over and over as you hold onto him, watching the way the muscles in his arm flex with every movement. You’d already come once— JJ refusing to stop, the heel of his hand pressing into your clit. 

“You mean all that shit you sent me? You really want me to put you in a headlock and fuck you from behind?” JJ’s breathless as he pulls away from your neck. 

“Mhm, please JJ.” You grind your hips forward, chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you sure?” 

You smirk before turning your head to his other arm, biting down on his bicep as JJ groans, rutting his hips against your leg.

“M’sure, want it wrapped around me, pressing into my cheek while I watch in the mirror.” 

“If it’s too much or you need me to stop, tap my arm twice, okay?”

“I will, now please fuck me JJ.”

“You asked for it baby.” 

It’s so much — the stretch of him, the drag — every inch of his cock pushing through your warm wet walls.

He thrusts hard. Deep. 

You cry out—his tip hitting that soft spot inside you that has you shaking, knees threatening to give out. Your head falls forward — limp — eyes rolling back, not a single coherent thought running through you. 

You come back to the room when you feel a soft sting — JJ tugging at the roots of your hair — hard. His bicep presses into your cheek, arm tightening around your neck. You let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. 

“Look at me, baby. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, watch me ruin you.” His lips brush over your ear, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his hot breath. 

JJ places a soft kiss to your cheek, smirking at you in the mirror, watching as your eyes struggle to stay open. His dick nudges that spot inside you again — hard, steady and then again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Your head threatens to fall forward, mind going dumb on the pleasure rolling through you. You let out a soft, almost broken sound. It’s so small, barely a whimper, a moan of JJ’s name. The sound runs down his spine, settling at the base, his hips thrusting forward even harder.

“Oh my god JJ! Fuuuck JJ — that’s — you feel—” Your words cut off with a loud moan as JJ fucks you harder, your hips jutting against the hard sink, sure to leave bruises. You can barely care when JJ’s fucking so good, you see stars. 

Your hands scramble for purchase, landing on the edge of the sink and gripping tight before quickly moving to hold onto his arm as it tightens around your neck. 

JJ’s eyes snap to yours in the mirror, slowing his thrusts and loosening his grip for a second to check that you’re okay. You push your ass back onto him, and push your cheek into his bicep, giving him a small nod and smiling wickedly as you watch his eyes roll back when you fuck yourself back onto him. You turn your head in his grip, and bite down on his bicep — hard. 

“Fuck, my filthy girl, you’re so perfect.” JJ practically growls, grip tightening, locking your head in place. His other hand digs into your hip as he pounds into you — the sounds of skin smacking filling the room once more. 

“Fuck JJ, m’gonna come again, fuck fuck fuck, please JJ please.” Your eyes close as you feel yourself get close, snapping open when you feel JJ pull your hair. 

“Watch, don’t take your — fuckkk ahh baby — don’t take…your eyes off me when you come.” JJ grunts as he fucks you impossibly harder. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like never before — your vision going completely white as you babble JJ’s name incoherently, clenching around him again and again. 

“Fuck baby, m’so close, where do you want me — shit baby, m’coming.” 

“Inside JJ, please, please,” you beg as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate to feel him reach his high. He comes with a loud groan, spilling inside you as his hips falter. You feel the rush of him, warm and wet, and push your hips back harder, fucking him through it. You come again — hot and fast — gushing around him and JJ’s breath stutters, head falling limp to your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, did you just come again? That quick?” JJ’s breathless, eyes wide as he feels you clench around him, sucking him in — unable to let out anything other than a loud moan. 

Your body is trembling, legs like jelly and brain turned to complete mush, whimpering as he pulls out of you. You can barely breathe, eyes still fluttering shut, head falling limp onto JJ’s shoulder. He turns you in his hold, holding you to his chest as his hand rubs up and down your back. 

You pull back slowly, looking up at him — soft, dazed, worshipful. His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek as he gazes down at you with pure adoration. 

“Fuck baby, are you okay?” 

You giggle softly, “More than okay, JJ, that was perfect.” 

His lips find yours in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips, before pulling away laughing. 

“Did you really come again just from me coming inside you?” JJ teases. 

Your hand swats at his chest, gasping in mock offense. “Shut up, you love it.” 

He chuckles as he kisses your forehead, “I do love it, and I love you.” 

You turn away from him to turn the shower on — smiling wide, teasing. 

“I love you too, but not as much as I love your biceps.” Your hand wraps around his right arm, squeezing tight as you fake moan. 

JJ rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head at you. 

God, you’re perfect, he thinks. His girl.

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