• best friends with no boundaries •

You and JJ have always been best friends. And yeah, maybe sometimes it doesn’t feel strictly platonic, like when he’s got his hand on your hip a little too long, or when you two kissed that one time (okay, maybe THREE times) but neither of you ever really talked about it after. It’s a messy little dance you two do: all heat and closeness, but no labels.

But during a movie night, JJ is stretched beside you on the couch, legs tangled with yours, blanket half on, half falling to the floor. His fingers brush your thigh like it’s an accident. (It’s not.)

His head dips toward yours during a quiet moment in the movie, voice low, rough with something heavier than usual. And suddenly, that whole “we’re just friends” thing?

Yeah. It doesn’t feel so simple anymore.