"How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?"

JJ's heart and mind were racing. He was reading too much into it — he was sure of it —but that didn't stop his thoughts from running wild. He had wholeheartedly believed that you didn't have a clue of who he was, and if by chance you had heard his name come up once or twice, you merely didn't care. You were a Kook, after all, why should you pay heed to a Pogue like him? That was JJ's mindset, right up until now.

He knew it was stupid — so very stupid — for him to be pining and yearning for you. You were a Kook, for God's sake. However, he cast aside the societal labels and watched you from a distance. JJ didn't have the courage or arrogance to try to strike up a conversation, let alone flirt with you. He was a hopeless romantic, for lack of a better term. However, when you had caught him stealing glances at a party you were both at, you had smiled at him. Hell, you had even waved. For someone else, the few seconds of interaction might have seemed insignificant. But for JJ, it was everything and more, something he couldn't have even dreamt of. Unfortunately, he was so stunned by your little display of interest that his hand failed to wave back and his lips proved to be futile since he couldn't even produce a smile.