You are 'Y/n' in this story.

The drive home had been filled with a palpable tension that seemed to thicken with every mile they left behind.

The night had taken a turn for the worse, and what was supposed to be a pleasant evening by the bonfire had transformed into a heated argument on the drive home. Her boyfriend, JJ Maybank, remained silent, focused on the road as he drove.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside. JJ Maybank, her boyfriend, drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, fingers nervously tapping.

JJ remained silent, his jaw clenched as he kept his eyes on the road.

Y/N's anger continued to simmer. "And why'd you have to be so possessive over me too?" She couldn't hold back any longer, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "He did nothing wrong."

She turned to JJ, hoping to catch his gaze, but he remained stoic, his silence deafening. "J? Are you even listening?" Her annoyance grew, and she rolled her eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. Fine, if he wanted to give her the silent treatment, she could do the same.

JJ, however, surprised her by chuckling softly.

Y/N snapped her head back to look at him, her annoyance now replaced with anger. "You think this is funny?" she snapped.

He smirked, stealing a quick glance at her before returning his eyes to the road. "No."

"Then why are you laughing?" Y/N demanded, her frustration reaching its peak.

JJ bit his lip, his eyes fixed on the road as their car came to a stop at a red light. "Because I can't believe I'm so turned on by you yelling at me," he confessed.