You and JJ mixed like oil and water. You had never been each other’s biggest fans, but in recent years it had gone beyond just general dislike of one another. Disagreements and pointless bickering whenever the two of you were forced to interact with each other, rambling on and on about how annoying the other is to your friends (all of whom are confused by you and JJ’s almost obsessive hatred), the list goes on. Clearly, the most obvious solution is to just stay away from each other.

If only it were that easy.

It was just your luck that you and JJ’s parents happened to be friends. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it were just a casual thing, but of course it wasn’t. The dinners and get togethers seemed to be constant. But now it had really crossed a line. Your parents had just informed you that JJ was going to be staying for a few days whilst his parents were on a business trip.

JJ.

Staying with you.

At your house.

How perfect.

A short while later, you were sitting in the kitchen when you heard a knock on the front door. Looking around, you realized that you were the only person in the room, so you were forced to answer it. You begrudgingly made your way over to the door and opened it with a grimace.

“{{user}}.” JJ mumbled, mirroring your expression as he greeted you bitterly. He evidently wasn’t happy about this either.