𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

Need

A/N: you're John B's twin and you're dating JJ!

I'm currently staring at the night sky, my imagination telling me that the stars are creating different pictures.

I lazily look over to see my hand wrapped around a bottle of tequila. I take a long swig, the strong liquid falling down my scratchy throat before entering my stomach.

I sigh, closing my eyes and letting the cool breeze blow my hair around my face wildly, not caring about quiet literally anything.

The reason why I'm downing a whole bottle of alcohol is because my dad has just been presumed dead, and the police want me and John B to sign the papers.

Of course, we're not going to. However, I just have a feeling of dread deep in my heart. The papers are sort of solidifying that something terrible could've happened to my father.

I hear heavy footsteps coming from behind me. "Yn, what are you doing?" I hear Pope question, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Go away." I mutter, waving him off carelessly.

"Are you drunk?" Pope now stands in front of me, his eyes glued to the illegal bottle in my hand.

"No," I shake my head, wiping my eye roughly.

Pope lets out a big breath. "I'm bringing you home." He states, picking me up swiftly.

I furrow my brows, the bottle of tequila almost falling out of my loose grasp. "How'd you find me? Ya creep."

Pope glances down at me briefly. "While all of the pogues were freaking out and trying to find you, I just looked at your location." He replies, shaking his head a few times.

"Awe, how sweet of you to care!" I gasp, pinching his cheek teasingly.

"Of course I care," Pope shrugs, nearing the street my house is on. "we all do."

"No," I lift the bottle to my lips, taking another swig. "No, not everyone." I continue after gulping down my sip.

Pope spares a look at me, hastily grabbing the bottle from me. "I'm worried about you, Yn."

I flash him a weak and tired smile. "Who wouldn't be?" I lean my head onto his chest, my neck getting tired of holding my head up.

Pope soon swings the front door open, a loud creaking sound echoing through the small shack. "I found her!" He announces.

All of the pogue's turn and look at the two of us. "Where was she?" John B questions, walking over to us urgently.

"By the beach." Pope answers, setting me down on the worn out couch.

"Are you ok, Yn?" JJ panics, cupping my face, worry in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm just alright." My words slur together like a poem.

The pogues share concerned glances. "I'm gonna get her some water." Kie walks into the kitchen.

"I'll get her a change of clothes." Pope volunteers, heading into mine and John B's shared room.

I push myself up, my body feeling like a sack of potatoes. Just as I think I'm well balanced, I fall forward, almost hitting my head onto the coffee table. "Woah!" JJ catches me.

"She's wasted." John B speaks up, scratching his eyebrow.

"Yeah, couldn't tell." Kie sarcastically chuckles, handing JJ the glass of water.

"I don't need water!" I emphasize the word need, my voice loud and angry. "What I need is my pops!" I continue.

"I know that you want him." JJ rubs my shoulder, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Then why can't he just come home?" I basically whisper, my voice sounding small. "Why would he leave me?" I tear up.

JJ pulls me in for a comforting and warm hug. "I'm sure it wasn't easy for him." He rubs my back. "But he'll be back."

I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. "When? When will he be back?" I sob, grabbing onto the back of JJ's shirt.

John B crouches down behind JJ, big tears in his waterline. "Yn, dad loves us, you know?" He softly smiles. "He probably is just trying to make us filthy rich. That's just how he is." He lightly chuckles, trying to bring the mood up.

I pull away from JJ slowly. "Maybe." I frown. "Hopefully." I sniffle.

*JJ's Pov*

It absolutely breaks my heart to see Yn like this, and it's really difficult to break my heart considering that I take things lightly.

I wish that I could bring Big John back and make my best friend and girlfriend happy again. I wish that I can fix her broken self, but I can't.

"Let's get you to bed." I pick her up before walking into the bedroom.

I gently place her on the bed. I then grab the clothes that Pope set out. Yn changes, her movements filled with pain.

She soon lays back down, grabbing her stuffed animal. "I've never seen this guy before." I cuddle up next to her.

"My dad bought me it when I was five." Yn's lips turn up. "I named him Goldie, because my dad started teaching me and John B about the gold."

I bring her body close to mine. "It suits him." I nod, admiring her side profile.

She turns to look at me, making me admire her whole face. "Do you think my dad dreams about me and John B at night?" She questions.

I nod. "I know he does." I turn my head to look at the ceiling, my arms still wrapped around her waist. "You're in my dreams, so I'm sure you're in his." I continue.

"I love you, JJ." She kisses me on my cheek. "Goodnight." She closes her eyes.

"Goodnight, Yn." I smile. "I love you, too."