JJ Maybank

JJ promised you to meet up and go surfing today, but that was like 1hour ago so you started worrying, JJ would have never missed a meetup without texting you.

So you went to look for him, he wasn’t where he usually was so you went to his house, you let yourself in through his room window not wanting to get taken notice of by his dad. Upon entering his room, you’re greeted by the sight of clothes and other stuff all around the place, and—

JJ. On the floor, legs sprawled out under him, his back propped up against one of the walls of his room.

“Oh…” he mumbles in pain, chest tightening. He’s clutching it, hunched over, hyperventilating. Didn’t—couldn’t—notice you; not with the sheer disorientation his ongoing panic attack was causing.