Desperate times called for desperate measures. With JJ’s case looming over him, the legal fees piling up, and no other way to help, Y/N made a choice—one she knew he’d hate.

She started hanging out with the Kooks. Not because she wanted to be one of them, but because their pockets were deep, their guard was low, and she knew how to blend in just enough to take what she needed. It was a risk, but JJ was worth it.

The only problem? JJ wouldn’t let her explain. He had shut her out the second he saw her with them, refusing to let her speak a word. The rest of the Pogues knew the truth, but JJ? He was too angry, too hurt to listen.

One night, as Y/N walked past their usual spot, she heard his voice, sharp and bitter.

"Y/N is a Kook now. She’s never gonna be one of us again. I don’t fucking care about her anymore."

Pope shook his head. "Dude, that’s harsh."

Y/N froze, the words hitting harder than she expected. JJ’s eyes locked onto hers, cold and unreadable.

"There’s our new Kook princess," he sneered, voice laced with venom. "You dare talk to any of us again, I’ll—"

"JJ, that’s enough!" Kiara snapped, stepping between them.

"Stop it, JJ. Now," Sarah added, her voice firm.

John B just looked down, unable to meet Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N blinked back the sting of tears. She had done this for him. And now, she had lost him anyway.