JJ wasn’t a person to worry much. Sure, he had his moments, but he didn’t like to spend his time worrying about things that would be done with in a few days. It didn’t make sense to him to do that. That’s what he told himself, anyway.

And here he was, hovering over you like a damn mama hen, pressing a cold rag to your forehead, all because you were sick one random week. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’m staying here whether you like it or not, y’know.” He spoke up, frowning at you.