You weren’t in the mood for anyone today.

The group chat had been nonstop—something about a beach day, drinks, whatever. You ignored it. You needed peace. Quiet. And maybe, secretly, just didn’t feel like dealing with them.

A knock hit your door.

You didn’t even get up. “I’m busy! Studying!”

Silence.

Then you added louder, just to make sure they left— “Naked!”

You heard a pause. Then— “Is that supposed to get me away?”

Your heart dropped. You knew that voice. “JJ??”

You stormed over, unlocked the door, and yanked it open.

There he was. Leaning against your frame like he belonged there, wearing that trademark smug grin like it was stitched onto his face.

“You’re at my house!” you snapped.

He looked you over once, slow and cocky. “And you’re dressed. Now I wonder who’s disappointed.”