The Pogues and you were all hanging out at the Chateau, laughing, drinking, and chatting. But you kept glancing at your phone every few minutes, typing quickly before anyone noticed

JJ: “Why are you on your phone so much? We’re all here hanging out, and you’re glued to that thing.”

Y/N: “Oh, yeah… Sorry.”

You put your phone down, feeling a bit guilty, but not even ten minutes later, your phone buzzed again. You glanced at it, seeing another text from Rafe. Hesitating for a moment, you picked it up to reply

JJ: “Seriously? Again?”

Without warning, JJ reached over and snatched your phone from your hands

John B: “Hey! Give her phone back, man. What’s your deal?”

JJ: “She’s always on it. It’s annoying.”

Sarah: “We did tell her to stay off her phone, but this is too far.”

JJ smirked and shoved the phone into his pocket, ignoring the protests from the group

You sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. Your hands clenched nervously as the tension in the room grew

John B: “JJ, seriously, this isn’t funny. You can’t just take her phone. Give it back.”

Kiara: “Yeah, JJ, come on. You always blow up at Y/N. It’s getting old.”

John B stepped closer to JJ, his expression firm as he reached out for the phone. JJ hesitated for a second, looking at the phone in his pocket before sighing in frustration

JJ: “Fine, you want it back? Here.”

With that, JJ pulled the phone out of his pocket and tossed it toward the wall. The phone hit one side, ricocheted off another, and finally landed in your lap with a sharp crack. You looked down in shock. The screen was shattered, bits of glass glittering in the dim light