𝕁𝕁 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜 & ℝ𝕦𝕕𝕪 ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 + ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤|| ☀️🌊⛱️🏖️🏝️🐚

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕌𝕡, ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟 (𝕁𝕁)

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Summary: Y/N and JJ were in an argument when Jj's hands raised in anger but she took it as something else.

WORD COUNT: 1,042

🥪🥪🥪= play the songgggg! (slide the picture at the top)

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Y/N's POV

It started over something stupid.
It always did.

"You could've just told me you weren't coming," I snapped, arms crossed over my chest. "Instead, I stood there for forty minutes like an idiot."

JJ's jaw worked as he paced the tiny stretch of sand between us. His hair stuck damply to his forehead, that restless energy radiating off him in waves. "Y/N, I told you—I got caught up. I didn't mean to—"

"Didn't mean to what? Blow me off? Again?" My voice cracked. I hated that it cracked, because it gave away more than I wanted him to see.

His hands curled into fists, and my pulse spiked. Not because I thought he'd hurt me—JJ Maybank wasn't like that—but because... I don't know. The tension in the air felt sharp enough to cut skin.

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"You don't get it!" His voice rose.

"No, I don't," I shot back. "Because you never let me get it."

He stopped pacing, staring at me like he was trying to swallow down a dozen words at once. "I'm out here dealing with crap you can't even—"

"Don't you dare," I interrupted, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Don't you dare pull the 'you wouldn't understand' card."

That's when he did it—threw his hands up, palms open, exhaling like the whole thing was pointless.

And my body betrayed me.

I flinched. Just slightly. Just enough to step back, shoulders tensing, like I was bracing for—

God. No.

But it was too late.

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JJ's POV

The moment her eyes widened—just for a split second—my stomach dropped.

I'd thrown my hands up a thousand times before. It was just what I did when I was frustrated, when I had more adrenaline than words. But this time...

She flinched.

She thought—

I froze, arms halfway in the air, feeling like my chest had been punched from the inside. I dropped them slowly, staring at her like she'd just turned into someone I didn't recognize.

"Y/N..." My voice was quieter now. "Did you just think I was gonna—"

Her lips parted, but she didn't answer. That silence was worse than a yes.

It gutted me.

Because yeah, I'd seen a lot of messed up things in my life. But the thought that she—the one person who believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself—would even for a second think I'd hurt her?

It was like someone lit a match inside my ribs and left it burning.

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Y/N's POV

I wanted to say no. God, I wanted to laugh it off and tell him he was imagining things. But the truth was still lodged in my throat, bitter and heavy.

"It was just—" I tried. "I didn't mean—"

JJ's eyes were glassy, his voice raw. "Where the hell would you even get that idea? I've never—" He stopped himself, biting down on whatever else was about to come out.

"I know you wouldn't," I said quickly, stepping toward him, but the words sounded weak even to me. "It was just... a reaction. I wasn't thinking."

He shook his head slowly, like he didn't believe me—not because he doubted my words, but because he doubted himself. "You don't react like that unless you've seen it before."

"I haven't," I said firmly. "Not ever. You know me—my life isn't like yours. I've never had to deal with..." I gestured vaguely, meaning everything he'd been through. "This was just... my brain glitching or something. I swear."

But the hurt on his face didn't fade.

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JJ's POV

She was telling the truth. I could see it—Y/N didn't have that history. She didn't grow up in a house where shouting meant ducking for cover.

But still, something about that moment made me feel like the floor had been ripped out from under me.

Because maybe it didn't matter whether she'd seen it before. What mattered was that I had made her feel unsafe, even for a heartbeat.

And that was the one thing I swore I'd never do.

"Y/N..." I stepped forward, hands at my sides, slow and deliberate. "I'd rather drown than lay a hand on you like that. You get that, right?"

Her eyes softened, but there was still that trace of guilt in them. "I know, J. I do. I don't even know why I—"

"It doesn't matter why," I cut in. "What matters is I make sure you never feel that way again. Not even for a second."

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Y/N's POV

I felt something in me loosen at his words. He wasn't just trying to convince me—he was promising himself, too.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, because even if I hadn't meant it, I hated that my reaction had hurt him like that.

He shook his head. "Don't be. Just... tell me when I'm being too much. Tell me when I'm scaring you, even if I'm not trying to."

The sea breeze caught his hair, and for a moment, I just stared at him—the same boy who could make me laugh until my ribs hurt, now looking like he was carrying a weight the size of the ocean.

"I'll tell you," I promised.

He nodded, finally letting out a breath. Then he closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. Not like he was making up for the fight. More like he was grounding himself, making sure I was real, and safe, and his.

"I love you, you know," he said into my hair.

"I know," I whispered back. "I love you too."

The fight was still there, lingering like a shadow—but it wasn't the same anymore. We'd seen something raw, something we didn't expect. And maybe, just maybe, we'd be stronger for it.

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