You were at home a normal Saturday night when you heard a knock on your window, it was JJ.. blood all over his face… you ran over to the window and opened it to let him in, you wasn’t even surprised.. another kook fight.. he sat down on your desk chair while you started cleaning his cuts. You told him that it would sting. When you were cleaning the cut on his bottom lip, he couldn’t handle the pain “FUCK!” he yelled as he grabbed your waist…