JJ Maybank Oneshots

Don't Lie to Me

Plot- Kiara can't figure out what's wrong with him. That is, until cuddles become painful.

I swear I'll stop reusing the depressing ideas but I wanted to get this outta my system 💀 give me some requests... I am begging... again

Something was off about him. His laughing, while still adorable, didn't feel genuine like it used to. Kiara would watch his face fall when no one was looking.

It wasn't that JJ was upset with her. He was actually the opposite. The issue was, he had a secret, and absolutely nothing would get him to tell anyone.

It's not exactly something you bring up in conversation.

"Hey, my dad likes to hit me! Let's talk about it."

JJ chuckled to himself. It definitely wasn't funny, but he had to relieve the pain somehow. That particular morning had been especially awful. As soon as he woke up to that stupid heavy metal music, he knew the day would be shit.

And Luke only proved it by calling him just that: a piece of shit. Then he demanded JJ meet him in the living room. Of course, the blonde boy was hesitant.

He's quiet. A part of him wonders if he can pretend to be asleep, maybe Luke would leave him alone. The music shuts off at the lack of response, and JJ snaps up at the sound of footsteps.

"J-"

He grabs the first shirt can find and folds it just as Luke kicks the door open. He appears busy, so Luke sighs.

"Didn't you hear me, boy?"

JJ swallows before shaking his head. "The music was kinda loud... so... I mean, I was just doing laundry real-"

His father interrupts him by raising a hand. The blonde boy flinches, eyes shutting tightly. He doesn't realize Luke has left the room until the door slams shut.

Seconds later, "Get your ass in here!"

The younger Maybank already has to take deep breaths, and he knows he hasn't even seen the worst yet. He's cursing as he unfolds the shirt to put it on, and adjusts his red hat above his hair.

He slowly walked into the kitchen where Luke sat thumbing through the paper. Things are too quiet, and JJ almost thinks his father might've forgotten. He'd gladly retreat back to his room.

He almost says something, but Luke's hands slam down on the table. JJ flinched again, shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid looking at them trembling. He knows they are. It's almost his defaulted reaction.

"I almost went to the store today."

JJ doesn't voice his confusion. He knows his father will explain, and he's also sure he's in trouble.

"To check out the sale. But I didn't. You wanna know why?"

Now JJ's eyes are wide. He realizes he'd gotten busted for taking the money. He remembers their last conversation, where JJ pretty much kicked his own fathers ass.

He was pretty sure his father had been too drunk to remember his son stealing the cash back. If he wasn't going to pay for restitution, JJ was sure he could find a better use.

But he supposes the hot tub wasn't really the best idea.

Now Luke was furious, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. That's around when JJ's fight or flight kicked in. He was going to make a run for it, and then he noticed the lock on the front door.

That meant he was stuck. He looked back to his father, who had a knowing grin after watching his sons eyes.

Fucking hell