It's night now, lying on the bed with a book in your hand, you're so immersed in the story that sleeping doesn't seem like the best idea at the moment.

It's raining outside and the drops are hitting the glass of your windows while your record player plays some good music in the background. ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ But your peace is immediately interrupted by some noises at your window. You decide to turn around and get up to check, but the view wasn't the best.

You find yourself in front of JJ, with a cut on his lip and cheekbone, and a purple cheek because of a bruise, he was completely soaked, and the usual smile he had on his face was gone, and replaced by a pained face.

He had come here on his motorbike and had parked it a little hidden from the entrance of your house so as not to make your parents notice it.

"Don't say anything, but please can I come in?" he says with the most vulnerable tone in the world.

It hurt to see him like this, it was definitely his father's fault, and JJ could try to be strong and fight without letting it show, but right now he needed you.