JJ would never, not even in a million years, admit that he kinda missed you. Missed the banter, missed the way you'd shoot him a glare from across the room.

Missed how you'd smirk when your insults landed perfectly. He hated it, but there was something about the way you got under his skin that he secretly enjoyed. Damn, why were you invading his thoughts so much?

"Fuck." JJ muttered, adjusting his snapback cap absentmindedly. What were you doing to him? It was freaking him out how much he couldn't stop thinking about you. You two were supposed to be arch-rivals, nothing more. Right?