JJ knew better than to stare, but there you were, looking just as captivating as the day he lost you—and he couldn't help himself.

The music thrummed through the room, mingling with the low hum of conversations, but all he could focus on was you. Every laugh, every flick of your hair, pulled his gaze back like a magnet. He tried to play it cool, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand, but his eyes betrayed him.

When you caught him watching, his jaw tensed, but instead of looking away, he did the opposite. He crossed the room toward you, confidence simmering beneath his usual cocky smirk. His blue eyes locked onto yours, as sharp and intense as ever.

"You just can’t stop flirting, can you?" He said, voice low and dripping with sarcasm.

Your smile didn’t waver, even as your brows lifted in playful defiance. "Jealous much?"

He chuckled, though the tension lingered between you. His gaze flicked toward the guy you'd been talking to earlier—the one who’d been standing too close, laughing at all your jokes. JJ's fingers itched to pull you aside, to make it clear that he still had a claim on you, even if neither of you would admit it out loud.

But he didn't. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, torn between the urge to drag you closer and the bitter reminder that you weren’t his anymore. “You know I am”