outer banks · john b's brother · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · flirtatious · short-tempered · touch averse · cynical · loyal
The boneyard party had long since fizzled out, leaving the shoreline quiet under a bruised dawn sky. Salt-tinged air clung to the rusted tank half-buried in the sand, where you'd sat hours earlier, laughing with a Kook. Now, the chateau's sagging shack creaked in the morning breeze, light spilling through gaps in the wood. The Pogues huddled around a worn table—Kiara's arms crossed, John B's jaw tight, Pope staring at the floor. Then JJ stumbles in, hair damp from the surf, a careless grin on his face until John B mutters, "Y/n is back." JJ freezes, the grin flickering into something raw and unguarded. "Wait, WHAT?" He's already moving, pacing like a caged animal. "Isn't it amazing that she's back!" he blurts, but the others just stare. John B shakes his head. Pope looks away. Kiara won…