Pairing: jj maybank x kook! reader
Summary: bored, you pay jj a visit a visit on a whim. Heâs not the only pogue you end up seeing.
Warnings: canon typical swearing, slow burn, romantic tension
A/N: the amount of love this series has gotten already is really encouraging and while the series is still early on and slowly building I hope you guys like this part!
Midsummers came and went and things seemed to be normal once again. Your incident with a particular handsome pogue was just that- an incident. A fluke. A one-time out of the ordinary experience. But you couldnât help but to wish it wasnât.
Since that day you had noticed Sarah at her home less and her father turning you away more often:Â âSorry kiddo, sheâs not hereâ. You were exasperated, each time you tried to reach out to her she seemed to be conveniently missing. Maybe she was avoiding you on purpose? Or maybe you were just making up an excise to feel sorry for yourself. It was probably just a coincidence.Â
You walked along the coastline of figure 8. Mansion after mansion the whole way down. You came upon your own house, just as gaudy as the rest with custom trimmed topiary and a fountain in the backyard. Your mother was an interior designer and figured herself a landscaper as well, so your house looked like HGTV threw up all over it.Â
You swung through the kitchen with its white marble countertops and inspiration blackboard and came out to the driveway through the front door. You  had wanted to get your license as soon as you turned 16. To have a grasp at real freedom as any kidâs dream, wasnât it? So you did your part to earn your card and were gifted a brand new Lexus by your parents. Swinging the key ring around your finger, you slipped into the comfortable front seat. It was plush leather and still had that new-car-smell clinging on.Â
It wasnât hard to figure out where the infamous Maybank homestead was located. A few awkward conversations with some locals on The Cut later you were cruising down the road, your eyes looking back to your GPS map every so often to keep you on track. This wasnât something you had thought about too hard, coming here. But you had nothing to do and nothing to lose.Â
Pulling off onto the side of the road, you stepped out of your car and walked the last few feet to the dirt driveway and dilapidated house JJ called home. The paint was chipped and flaking and the floorboards of the porch creaked as you approached the front door. Maybe this was going to be a bad idea after all, you werenât sure now.
Ignoring your second thoughts, you took the plunge and knocked on the door. Nothing.Â
You furrowed your brows and knocked again, a little firmer this time, a little louder, and this time seemed to work. An older man, JJâs father assumed, opened the door and looked down at you with a harsh, weathered gaze. A gaze that told you heâd seen many things in his life and you werenât one of them.Â
âWrong residence.â Was all he muttered in his gravely tone before going to shut the door. You jumped forward and put your hand on the door, âSir, wait!â
He paused and raised a brow at you, looking more impatient by the second. âI- Iâm here to see your son. Is he home?âÂ
He leaned back and appraised you before turning his head and yelling, âHey! Thereâs some rich bitch at the door! The fuck are you up to boy!?â He sent you one last nasty look before slamming the door in your face.Â
You stewed a few seconds in your own stunned silence before the door creaked back open and JJ was peering at you. His expression was a mix of so many things it was impossible to gleam even one. â(y/n)? What are you doing here? How did you even find me?â
âI asked around. It wasnât hard.â You looked up to JJ nervously, wringing your hands together, âLook this was a bad idea I should leave-â
âNo.â JJ grabbed your wrist in his hand before you could take so much as one step. He looked back inside his home for a second before fully joking you on the porch. His hair was unruly and sticking out all which ways, but somehow it looked good on him. He was wearing a T-shirt heâd cut the sleeves off on, board shorts, a bandana sticking out one of the pockets.
 âDonât regret coming, sweetheart.â Your brows raised a the nickname but it went unspoken. JJ still held your wrist and pulled you off the porch and out into the yard. He admired the water in front of the pair of you before looking back at you. His blue eyes as clear as crystalline waters. âI bet youâve been thinking about me.âÂ
You scoffed at his shit-eating grin. âYou wish! Actually, Iâm just really bored.â
âNothing exciting to do in your mansion?â
âBelieve it or not Iâm not as spoiled as you think I am.â You crossed your arms.Â
JJ gesture to your Lexus parked not far away.
âOkay- well, that was special. Doesnât count!âÂ
The pogue shook his head with a smile, âThereâs a party happening at the boneyard if youâre interested.â
âPass. I donât feel like being your white knight again.â
You both whipped your heads around to see none other than John B in his beat-up van. He had his himself leaning out the window, âWhoâs your friend!?âÂ
JJ grinned and waved at John B, walking up to the window of the van. âDude, I met this hot kook girl at the party.â You scowled and hit his shoulder.Â
âIâm not a piece of meat, douchebag.â
JJ smirked at you and leaned over you, wrapping one finely muscled arm around you dramatically. âOkay, so I met this cool chick who saved my ass from some kooks at the party.â
John B looked between the pair of you and smiled, âWanna hang?â
âReally? I thought you guys all hated my kind.â You raised a brow, pulling JJâs arm off of you; no matter tempting it may have been to let it stay right where it was.
âHey, if you helped out my best friend then youâre alright in my book. Hop in.â
JJ pulled the side door open and walked right in, sliding into the passenger seat with John B. You hesitated but followed suit, picking out a seat behind them. You pulled the door shut after and felt the van purr back to life, pulling back onto the road.Â
The wind slipped through your hair and the sound of the pogueâs in the front talking was a buzz in the back of your head. The van was big but cozy and surprisingly comfortable for being a fixer-upper to your standards. There were stickers and labeled stuck randomly across all the walls and the ceiling. Pillows, blankets and cushions all placed to create plenty of seating and places to relax.Â
The hula girls bobbled on the dash and you could smell the salt of the sea and the sweat after a session surfing, the image of John B and JJ riding the waves in your mind. Washboard abs and glistening tanned skin. That devilishly handsome smile turne-
â(y/n)? Hey, earth to (y/n).â You blinked and turned your head to see JJâs blue eyes.Â
âWhat? Sorry.â You mumbled, feeling silly for having spaced out.
âWeâre going out on our boat. You still feel up to it? Itâs alright if you donât wanna.â John B offered and you were surprised by how civil he was. He looked at you and you didnât see any malice, any hatred, in his eyes.Â
âOh- yeah, uhm, sure.â You floundered, utterly caught off guard by these boys. You were completely out of your element all of a sudden and it had smacked you in the face.Â
The three of you got out of the van and walked through another yard, John Bâs you presumed, and out to the connected dock. A little boat with âHMS POGUEâ painted in thick, blocky white letters on the side was resting there.Â
The boys were quick to hop aboard and get the vessel ready and you simply, watched, standing awkwardly on the dock. Truthfully, you didnât know the first thing about boats. And despite living in the outer banks you could count on one hand the times youâd been on a ship smaller than a ferry.Â
âIâm not too heavy right?â Images of the boat sinking under your weight were conjured in your brain and you shuddered. The boys only paused before laughing at you.Â
JJ reached his hand out to you from the edge of the boat, âYouâre alright (y/n), do you trust me?â
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