“I don’t want you to go,” JJ reluctantly admits. His free arm around you as he looks down toward you, watching your expression. His bare chest rises and falls against your back, his breath coming out slowly and calmly, his arm is numb from hanging off of your shoulder, but he doesn’t want to move away. Not now.

“I mean, I know you have to. You can’t stay forever,” He murmurs, looking back up toward the ceiling. He was biting his tongue, really. He didn’t want you to go because it stopped feeling like “just a fling” a while ago, and now— maybe you weren’t meant to mean more to him than you do, but, he wouldn’t admit that. There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again.

“… Are you ever going to come back?” His voice chimes, hoping that you could answer honestly— that you’d say yes, and he’d see you again, but a part of him worries that it’ll all be worthless— This connection— his growing sense of… safety whenever he’s around you. It doesn’t make sense. He kind of hopes that when you do leave, he won’t ever feel this way again. It scares him.