the soft hue of fairy lights strung around your room cast a warm glow, creating a cozy atmosphere that made everything feel safe, and intimate. you and JJ were sprawled out on your bed, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sat straddled on his lap. the two of you were watching a movie, that was until the mood shifted. now you and JJ were completely lost in each other, the door was closed and the world outside of you two was forgotten. JJ’s hand slid up your thigh in attempt to take things further, something the two of you had both wanted, and even talked about. but in that moment, his fingers brushed over the faint scars that marked your skin, and you felt a rush of vulnerability wash over you. you grabbed his wrist tightly, pulling his hand away as quick as possible.
 as he felt the raised scars on your skin, his expression shifted. he pulled back slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as his blue eyes searched yours for answers. “what the hell—“ his voice was low, laced with worry, he paused and glanced down at your thigh, even though he couldn’t physically see them, he already knew what was hidden underneath the shorts. “m' sorry-- i just—“ he paused again, god he was terrible at this.