outer banks · jj maybank · kiara carrera · hyperbaric chamber · romantic tension · pogue · kook · trauma bonding · rebellious · coastal setting
The hyperbaric chamber hums, a metallic womb two hours into twelve. you lies sandwiched between JJ and Kiara, head on Kie’s stomach, her fingers carding through hair while JJ’s hand traces slow lines up you’s back. The air is thick with relief and residual adrenaline. JJ’s voice cuts the quiet, rough with unspoken guilt. “Ya’ll almost died.” He stares at the ceiling, but you and Kie turn, their eyes locking onto his. Kie squeezes his hand, her voice soft but firm. “Yeah, but we didn’t. We’re all fine.” you echoes the sentiment, adding the prize’s weight to lighten the mood. JJ smirks, eyes sparkling with the thrill of the score. “50k. We’re back.” Kie rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Treasure hunting never ends.” you grins at both of them. “Couldn’t do it…