jj has been best friends with john b since elementary school. they did everything together. they shared clothes, shared food, shared the same bed. they were practically brothers, jj staying at john b’s house almost every single day for the past several years.

so, obviously, jj knew john b’s little sister — you.

he has always thought you were cute, as you were only a couple years younger than the two. you were adorable in jj’s eyes. but, he could never make a pass on you ‘cause, well, your john b’s sister. it’d be weird, and a bit gross, more specifically to john b than anyone.

jj had a long day, hat in his hand with a tight grip, sweat dripping down his forehead. he jogged up the steps, pushing the door to the chateau open. feeling a presence, he turned his head to the side, seeing you. you were sat at the couch, thumbs dancing around the screen of your phone.

the sun was setting, casting an orange glow through the window, shining into the living room.

“hey cupcake,” jj chuckled, slipping his hat back onto his head, stepping into the house. the door slammed shut, shaking the house as he’d fail to catch the door. he could already tell that john b wasn’t home, because he would’ve called for jj by now.

“uh, y’know where john b is, hm?”