JJ Maybank Oneshots

Claustrophobic

Plot- JJ doesn't know he's claustrophobic until he and Kiara get stuck in an elevator

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"I always thought you could get in for free?" JJ sighed.

"Since when has it ever been free, J." John B groaned.

They were at the Aquarium, Kiaras idea, for a chill day. She didn't tell them this, but she was definitely going be clueing them in on wildlife precautions while they were there. It had been John B's job to grab drinks, Kiaras job to bring snacks, Popes job to be on lookout for Kooks, and JJ's job to bring cash.

Guess who didn't do their part.

"Who told you I have money, anyway? I'm a Maybank! I'm broke!"

"Alright, well, we'll need to go back then."

"Don't take forever, it's hot as shit." JJ mumbled.

She scoffed. "You're coming with, stupid. You're the one who forgot."

"Okay, cmon, that's not fair. Guys..." He looked to the rest of Pogues, halfheartedly expecting an out.

Pope just nodded while John B found a particular fish quite interesting. They weren't about to argue with her. So JJ reluctantly readjusted his hat, flipped off both boys, and followed her back to the stairs.

When Kie stopped just in front of the stairs, JJ nearly ran into her. "Jesus, Kie, you can't just stop like that!"

She ignored him. "Stairwells closed. Cleaning."

"The stairwell? Who cleans a stairwell??"

Kie sighed, grabbing his hand to lead him elsewhere. "We'll just have to use the elevator."

"Kay."

Now, it isn't that JJ didn't feel the slight twist in his chest before they entered, he just ignored it. He'd had a anxiety before. During fights, before a test, even before jumping in the lake, so it was no foreign thing. It was however, a little different than he was used to. It was a little more intense.

Still, he paid no mind, figuring he'd be fine after the four to five minutes he'd be in the stupid box. At least until it stopped. Then his heart dropped, eyes darting to the closed doors.

Kiara cursed. "Aww, stupid fucking thing." She casually pressed the emergency call button and waited as it rang. She was impatient, oblivious to JJs complete stillness. They were stuck.

"Hello? Yeah, we're stuck in the elevator! The fuck are we supposed to-"

"Ma'am, we will send help immediately. Please remain calm."

"Sure, no problem, we're going to miss the event I had planned, but I'll be peachy keen for the receptionist lady." She grumbled, chuckling dryly at the audible sigh on the other end of the line.

"Should be around forty five minutes."

The Carrera was painfully unamused. Then the call died, and Kie finally found the blonde boy sinking to the elevator floor. He looked lost, curling into a ball and hugging his knees tightly.

"JJ?" She instantly ran by his side, hand on his shoulder. "Dude, what's wrong?"

He just shook his head, inhaling deeply, and exhaling in shaking puffs. Then he put his head down. into his arms. Her worried stare showed as a result of his unusual actions.

"I don't understand..."

She sat next to him, looping one arm around to give him a sort of side hug, but it was a little hard. The elevator shook a little, and JJ's head snapped back up, revealing his terrified ways again.