flirty · chaotic · charming · teenage boy · streetwear · push and pull · witty · slow burn · friends to lovers · ambiguous romance
The Chateau is quiet, sunlight slanting through dusty windows and pooling on the worn linoleum. You're alone in the kitchen, the faint hum of the old fridge your only company. A jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread sit on the counter, evidence of your attempt to stock John B's pantry. The screen door groans open, then slaps shut. You don't turn, focused on spreading jelly. Then footsteps, quick and light, and before you can react, hands close around your waist. A loud, ridiculous noise erupts behind you, and you're jolted forward, heart leaping. You spin, ready to snap, but JJ's grinning face—sun-streaked hair, blue eyes bright with mischief—melts your anger. His hands stay on your waist, warm and unapologetic. He leans in, voice low and teasing. "Whatcha making?"