xxviii. jj maybank

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     "JJ I'M NOT in the mood

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     "JJ I'M NOT in the mood." you sighed in annoyance.

"come on... just one hit?" he pouted, holding his juul towards you.

"i don't wanna hit your fucking juul!" you whisper-yelled to your boyfriend.

"if this was my dying wish, would you do it?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"why would you waste your dying wish on me hitting your juul?" you asked, rolling your eyes.

"that's not the point. the point is if i died today, you would be so sad that you didn't take up my offer to hit it." he smiled proudly, handing the vape back towards you.

"if i hit it, will you shut the fuck up?" you smiled sarcastically.

"yes! please. i don't want to be the only one zooted right now." he laughed, watching as you grabbed the juul from his fingertips and took a few large inhales. "good girl."

     you raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he smirked and licked his lips, knowing you liked when he said that. after exhaling the smoke, you immediately started to feel lighter. like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

"this feels good." you sighed, looking up to the starry night sky.

"right? i wish i could be fucked up at all times of the day." he looked up as well, but turned his head to look at you.

     every time he took in your beauty, it was like he lost his breath. and only when you looked back at him with your gorgeous, innocent eyes was when he could breathe again.

"what?" you laughed quietly, seeing jj admiring you.

"nothing. just taking in all of your gorgeous face." he smiled, enjoying the blush he saw creep up to your cheeks.

"shut up." you mumbled, looking down to avoid his stare.

"i'm serious." he said, moving his position on the hammock to lay right beside you, propping his head up on your torso. "you're beautiful."

"thank you." you whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb.

"i love you." he whispered back to you, kissing your hand and burying his head into your stomach.

"i love you more, jj maybank."

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