𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟏𝟐.

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𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑺
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝟑𝟎:𝟐𝟏 — 𝟑𝟗:𝟏𝟕
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A SOFT ray of sunlight pierced through the window, gently waking me from my sleep, its warm touch dancing across my face. Blinking the remnants of slumber from my eyes, I suddenly realised that the blonde boy was fast asleep beside me. JJ's legs still intertwined with mine, and his arm protectively encircling my waist. A flutter of nervousness raced through me as I pondered the impending awkwardness when he inevitably woke up. With a slow, concerted effort, I carefully untangled our limbs and carefully slid myself out of his embrace.

I wasted no time in scooping up my shorts from the floor and hastily pulling them on, my mind raced with anxiety over the impending awkward situation. With a swift motion, I gathered my clothes from before and hastily stuffed them into my tote bag, eager to make my exit as quickly as possible. However, just as I approached the door, I was suddenly halted by the sound of JJ's morning voice, his tone still raspy from sleep.

"Where do you think you're going?"

His words were like a cold splash of water, stopping me dead in my tracks.

A low, muttered curse escaped my lips as I reluctantly turned to face him, "I need to go meet up with the group, so..." I explained, my words trailing off.

JJ's smile grew wider as he slowly opened his eyes further, but before I could finish my explanation, he reached out and pulled me back into his embrace with a groan.

"Noooo," JJ mumbled into my shoulder, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. "Stay here."

It was as if we had gone back to being just friends, both of us silently agreeing to pretend that last night had never happened, even though an underlying awkwardness hovered between us. How is he so perfect?

A soft chuckle slipped past my lips as I shook my head at his insistence that we remain in bed. "Jay, we've got the whole John B's dad situation to deal with. We need to get up." I gently reminded him, easily slipping through his embrace.

As I moved towards the mirror, I realized I was wearing one of his shirts, the oversized item accentuating my form.

"My clothes look better on you than they look on me," JJ teased, his laughter filling the air and bringing a wide smile to my face. With a glance in the mirror, I noticed the fresh hickeys dancing along my neck, their appearance like bruised imprints left by JJ's possessive mark. My fingers traced lightly over the bites on my chest, each one a gentle reminder of the passionate moments from last night.

As my fingers gently pressed against the hickeys left between my thighs, the tender spots seemed to throb in response, as though the memory of the pleasure they had once brought was still fresh in my mind. My eyes flicked upwards to the reflection of JJ behind me, his chest bare and a hint of awkwardness on his face. He cleared his throat before speaking, breaking the silence that had hung in the air between us. "We should uh go..bro." he hits my shoulder awkwardly like I was one of his boys.