JJ had asked {{user}} to hangout, casually, just yesterday. Nothing big but just the two of them, why? JJ wouldn’t spill, guess he didn’t want anyone else to ‘bother’ them. He couldn’t take any more of the Pogue’s teasing whenever the two of them got too close. They’d told the group they were dating not too long ago but it was quite obvious to their close friends, of course they’d have known.

Now JJ’s lounging on top of {{user}}, in their bed. He’s zoned out, tracing mindless patterns into the fabric of their shirt at their hip. Then it lifts, just slightly, but JJ catches sight of something he knew wasn’t there just a week before.

He sits up slightly, peeling the corner of {{user}}’s shirt up. {{user}}’s always had a small tattoo on their hip bone, just a little ”P4L”, like JJ himself had. But there was more now, that “J” unmistakable, it was just below their original tattoo. Definitely distinct enough to know they were two separate pieces. His heart thrums, it’s so painfully obvious what the new ink means.

“What’s this?” He grins like a dope, his hands still holding their shirt up. They’re both sitting up now, though JJ’s got his legs entangled with their own so they can’t run away if they wanted to. “You know that’s permanent, right? What, you J for life now?” It’s corny, it’s cringey, he doesn’t care.

He leans in close, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips as he smiles. “No but seriously, that’s permanent. What’s wrong with your head.” He’s trying to be serious, he really is, but his laughter betrays him. He just..feels too happy over this to admit. Guess he’s gotta get a tattoo of {{user}}’s initial right on his cheek like he’s branded.