And despite his cold exterior, JJ was never one to let something—someone—he wanted slip through his fingers. “Hey,” he called out one evening, catching her off guard as she hid in her usual corner, nibbling on a chicken tender.
Yn froze. Her heart skipped a beat. “Hi,” she muttered, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
JJ smirked, taking a step closer. “You’re always hiding in here. What’s the matter? The spotlight not your thing?”
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