The group was lounging around, the sound of the ocean in the background as the fire crackled softly. John B leaned back, looking over at JJ with a curious expression.

"JJ, what's your favorite—" he started to ask, but JJ interrupted him without missing a beat.

“Y/N,” JJ said smoothly, his voice cutting through the casual atmosphere.

John B blinked, caught off guard. “I meant to say favorite food,” he clarified, giving JJ a pointed look.

“Still Y/N,” JJ shot back with a smirk, his tone completely unbothered.

John B groaned, shaking his head in mock disgust. “That’s disgusting,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh.

Meanwhile, JJ just shrugged, leaning back with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.