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lovesuhng · 6 months

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More wines and confessions - Johnny Suh

couple: johnny x fem!reader genre: fluff; suggestive; established relationship synopsis: once friends, now a couple and more united than ever. a/n: I don't know how to write suggestive (you can tell, right?), but I saw a fanfic with Jaemin and decided to write something similar (whoever wants to read it can ask for the link in the chat and I'll send it). It doesn't have much of a relationship, but it was supposed to be a continuation of "Wines and Confessions" so I would appreciate it if you read it too.

Your body had just fallen onto the bed, sweaty, breathing unevenly, but a sincere smile took over your lips. Beside him was a man, or rather, YOUR man in the same situation. His chest rose and fell due to his heavy breathing, but the smile on his face revealed that he had had the best night of her life, just like you. The room, which had previously been filled with moans and some dirty talk, was now filled with the sound of your laugh. Johnny, even though he's still trying to recover, looks at you, confused and waiting for an explanation.

“It's funny that a few months ago we were childhood friends and now we're here in bed because we just had sex.”

It had been three months since you had made your relationship official. You had just returned from a dinner with friends when you started kissing Johnny's neck, you realized that was his weak spot when you saw him close his eyes, just enjoying the moment. It was a matter of a second before he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a passionate kiss, as usual, but you felt that there was something more that day. The kiss became more and more heated and Johnny extended it to your neck, exposed due to the low neckline of the dress you were wearing that night. Automatically you started to unbutton the man's shirt, running your nails lightly over his defined abs, making him stop kissing you and look at you deeply.

“Did something happen, my love?”

Johnny started stroking your cheek and analyzing every detail of you. “I just want to know if you're sure of what you're doing. I don't want to pressure you into anything. ”

“The only thing I know for sure is that I want to be yours. I love you." The little peck was enough to demonstrate how aware you were of what you were doing. You slowly removed his shirt, caressing his chest and giving him a few kisses there, making him close his eyes again. It was the beginning of a long night of love.

“Come here” Johnny called you, making you two hug each other. He caressed your hair, while you reciprocated by running your hand lightly over his tattoos, as if you were memorizing every detail of them. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world tonight.”

“And I’m happier to be completely yours.” You start another passionate kiss with your boyfriend. “But this is the first of many, there’s no need to get emotional” You laughed when you saw the look of false astonishment that Johnny made at that moment.

“You're pretty shameless, aren't you? But I'm happy to know you want more, after all, I know this was the best sex you've had in years.”

You patted his shoulder, earning a chuckle from the man. “Are you sure I’m the shameless one? Now get up, we need to take a shower”

“So, round two will be in the shower?”

“JOHN JUN SUH!”

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starrynctzen · 6 months

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[9:28 pm]

johnny has no idea what the future holds for the both of you

but right now

in this moment

with you in his arms

placing kisses on your forehead

he doesn't care what the future holds

good or bad

he doesn't care what happens

as long as he's with you

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 6 months

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an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here

you'd just about had it with johnny...

you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.

the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.

there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.

But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...

it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...

it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.

if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?

maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.

for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.

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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...

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espresseo-cafe · 2 years

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[18:45] date nights at the city were one of the things you and boyfriend!johnny loved to do whenever you were free from work. whether it was planned weeks before or even on a whim, the city had a lot of activities for couples to do.

as you both entered the 9th month of “calling it official”- because everyone in your friend circle were itching for the both of you to date- you thought it would be best to gift johnny something he deserved. also, his birthday was closing in, so you decided to get him a pair of dope-looking sandals from peter do.

johnny texted you saying that he was on his way to, making you all smiley and giddy to see his reaction of your gift to him.

[johnny] : “hey babe, i’m by madison avenue. will turn to the section soon ❤️”

[you] : “alright, got us seats already. see you ❤️”

you smiled and waved at him when he finally set foot in the restaurant. johnny’s eyes smiled at you and he’d be truthful to himself that on each date night you guys had, you never failed to make him swoon and his stomach would take a while to get over the jitters.

johnny even laughed more seeing you and him wearing similar outfits: a navy blue sweater and an emerald snapback for him, while you sported a lighter shade of a blue cardigan and a green beanie.

“my girl, you’re just wearing comfort clothes and you got me all eyes on you even more. but seriously, stop copying me.” he said jokingly before giving a chaste kiss on your temple.

“hey i got here first so let’s just say you copied me.” you squeezed his cheek and poked his nose, him chuckling. “anyway, this couldn’t wait ‘til your birthday so i got you these.”

johnny pouted in a short confusion, seeing you shuffle in your seat to hand him a white paper bag. his eyes caught sight of the words ‘peter do’ and you swore that you wished your phone cam caught his funny expression.

“peter do?!” he said in a soft whisper, switching his head from you and the box back and forth. “no. freaking. way. you got the limited edition too? these aren’t even in stores yet. how did you- wow.”

you covered your mouth with your sweater paws and giggled in embarrassment. “well i know someone at his retail so..”

johnny stood up from his seat and sat next you, giving you quite a long hug and another kiss on your head. “you’re amazing y/n, you know that?”

you pondered a bit. “hmm, yeah. i think you should copy that from me, john. kidding, advance happy birthday, love.”

johnny smiled at you and his upper cheek dimples showed, just how did he get so lucky with you? he’d like to know the answer to that.

“thank you, babe.”

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doiefy · 4 months

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crimson watercolour // johnny seo

genre: body horror, biopunk, cyberpunk

member: just john lol sorry

warnings: coarse language (or not, I don’t really remember), blood, gore, self-mutilation (not mental health or self-harm related, it’s just a gory sci-fi plot point), barely proofread but I think it’s passable.

note: a spooky little piece i decided to do as i’m making massive changes to my ‘fight or flight’ series… partial spoilers but i don’t expect to be finishing the first fic any time soon, and i feel like it’s not for the tumblr demographic anyways LOL (ao3 here i come). sort of bloody and gory stuff ahead, you have been warned.

*****

MIDNIGHT IN THE WEST LANES OF THE QUARRY, wrapped tightly in the arms of sin and vice: Johnny had found himself in a gnarly predicament.

He slid to the ground spewing profanities, his backside meeting the metal of the door mere seconds after it had slammed shut. The entire thing shook beneath his weight, protesting further when he threw his head back against it. Blunt force hammering into his skull, pain burying deep into his head and racing down his spine like a current—just a precursor for a long, long night.

He did it again, to be sure, pitching backward until he heard a sickening thump. It hurt less now. Good. Then he brought the tin can back up to his lips and finished the rest of his drink, grimacing when he felt grains of sand on his tongue. Peering into the bottom of the now-empty can, he found jagged edges of metal soaked in a discoloured foam. A suspicious crimson stain sat at the bottom, as if the bartender—last seen suffering from the dryness of the Lanes and a badly-split lip—had spat in Johnny’s cup before filling it with lukewarm beer.

No matter, he thought, mustering a condescending sneer. They were no strangers to disease and illness on the streets of the Quarry, and he had a multitude of other issues to worry about: beginning with a group of men somewhere on the other side of the door, all hellbent on tearing him from limb to limb. Leraje had made good promise of carving his face into a gargoyle, if he ever got his hands on him.

Suppose Johnny would just have to do it himself, first.

His reflection awaited him in the bathroom mirror, rough and fatigued, somewhat of a hazy memory. Not quite him. Not perfect, hardly recognizable to most. A softer jawline and heart-shaped face that certainly made him feel foreign in his own body. His eyes were a little meaner than he remembered, bright red and angular like a pair of garnets. His lips were drawn back in a sharp scowl, not entirely to his liking. But it was effective enough around these parts, able to fit him perfectly into the crowd of lowlife party-goers and spiteful drunks.

Working quickly, he slipped out of his jacket and tossed it onto the counter. His shirt followed, pulled over his head in one smooth motion and discarded haphazardly. He debated, for just a second, whether it would be necessary to carve the ink out of his shoulder. For as long as he’d been in hiding, it was the one part of him left recognizable, never altered, never defaced.

“Short, scrawny, black-haired, blue-eyed. Bird tattoo on his arm.”

“Tall-ish, muscular. Black hair. Swallow tattooed on his left shoulder.”

For someone they wanted to kill so badly, they could never paint the right picture.

“He’s got a cute little birdie on his shoulder,” Jungwoo had once said—directly to Johnny’s face, completely unaware that his bounty was right in front of him. “Seen anyone like that recently?”

“No,” Johnny had responded with a snide curl of his lip. He’d tossed a handful of change onto the counter without regard, all whilst holding a blade to the neck of a man hidden below him. It was the small, wiry bartender he’d robbed just moments prior, whose clothes and identity he’d assumed when Jungwoo’s goons backed him into a corner. “Now get the fuck out of my bar.”

The Assembly had been hunting him for sport, like the uber rich topsiders hunted game in the summertime. Johnny had eluded them at every turn only by the skin of his teeth.

By his skin, flesh and bones, by the breaking and tearing of his own body to conform to whatever illusions necessary.

He studied his face for a few moments before taking the knife from his pocket: a handy contraption he’d built himself, with dual blades that could be deployed with the click of a button. Click, like a mechanical pencil. A thin sliver of metal emerged from his hand, gleaming, thrilled to see light again, already on its way to mark the canvas like it had a mind of its own.

It was quick enough. Two symmetrical slashes, one down each side of the face, from the undereye to the hollows of his cheekbone. Deep, painful, nicking something solid on the second stroke. The ink were a deep, glistening red colour, streaking down to his collarbone.

No sooner than he’d begun to bleed, the loose ends of his skin began to knit together. Cells into fibres into tissue into muscle—spiralling into place, regenerating, remodelling. And when they’d smoothed over into patches of new skin, there was a sharpness to his face that hadn’t been there prior.

Though not quite enough.

Again, the knife came. This time below the first cuts, deeper. Harder. Hitting bone purposefully. He hissed as a white-hot sear burst on his vision, lurching forward to clutch at the edge of the counter—before he flipped the blade around his hand and went for more. The thin scalpel now replaced by a thick blade, he drew. An artist hard at work, immersed in their vision, simply could not be stopped. A splatter of red met the floor.

He stopped only to observe. To critique. It looked too much like a past persona: the eyes too small, the mouth too low, the expression still far too cynical, like the bartender facade he’d used to fool Jungwoo. So he relaxed his brow, contorted his features to where he wanted them to be, used his fingers and a smidge of his own blood to mark where he would cut. This was detailed work, after all. He didn’t have time to measure precisely, surely, but he wasn’t a heathen.

Thud. A violent sound behind him; the door shuddered on its hinges, causing Johnny to momentarily lose control of the blade. He felt it cut deep into the corner of his eye and sever a half dozen vessels. Yet there was no fear—it wouldn’t have been the first time he gouged his own eye out, if he was a few millimetres off. There was only a certain irritation at the disruption.

“Someone in there?” a familiar voice called from outside. It was loud and booming, robotic in some strange way, almost as if it’d been fed to a machine first. But above all, it was taunting. “You’ve been in there a long time, friend… Do you need any help? The drink wasn’t too… strong, was it?”

Damn Kim Jungwoo and his timing. Clenching his jaw, Johnny ran the tap and splashed water onto his face. His blood splattered across the sink like crimson watercolour being flung across a canvas. With drenched hands, he slicked his hair back and redressed, then picked up his empty can.

He considered himself an artist in many regards. He had an aptitude for lies and trickery unlike any other. He had lived the lives of upwards of a hundred characters—all hand-drawn, hand-sculpted with the finest material, created with intention and nuance and all, never hollow or useless. The flesh and bone were only the first movement; performance was the second, even if it humiliated him to his core. Johnny believed himself to be an actor suited for centre stage and spotlight, but seldom could he claim his rightful place. Not now. Not yet.

When he flung the bathroom door open a few moments later, he emerged drunk and deranged, tipping over and grabbing onto the first person he saw. A symphony of distasteful club music and voices roared for his entrance, and he thundered above it, spitting and sputtering like an animal.

Within seconds, Jungwoo had flung him aside. They were here for the man with the bird tattoo, not this fool. So Johnny tripped past several party-goers and tumbled to the ground, yet never letting go of his tin can. Then he sat amidst stomping feet and the smell of sweat, feeling the symphony vibrate his bones, laughing until he choked. Part of it was for show; the Assembly wouldn’t bother with someone who looked like him. Part of it was to revel in his victory. In the victories to come.

For one day, he would cast aside all the characters and performances, then rise above them.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Your Child Almost Walks In On The Two Of You ~ Johnny Seo

Your smile was soft as Johnny walked from the bathroom back across into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Straight away he made his way across to you, laying beside you, propping himself up with his head resting into his hand.

“It sounds like Y/D/N is still fast asleep,” he whispered, placing his empty hand against your arm, “I don’t think she’ll be stirring for a while.”

“Then why don’t we go back to sleep?” You asked him.

Johnny’s head shook as his smile turned up, “I wasn’t really thinking about sleep, I was thinking that maybe we could do something else, perhaps a little more grown up.”

“Johnny,” you chuckled, unsure as to whether he was being serious or not until you saw the look in his eyes. “You know what she’s like, she could get up at any moment.”

His head shook back at you, “we can be quick when the two of us need to be Y/N, remember the dressing room in Hong Kong, or has that slipped your memory?”

“We were lucky that day,” you reminded him, poking against his chest. “If we had been a minute longer than Taeyong would have seen.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “my point is that we can be quick if we need to be. When was the last time we had more than ten minutes to ourselves Y/N?”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you laughed, feeling Johnny’s frame lean in closer towards your own. “Do you even still have it in you to be as quick as you were in Hong Kong? I mean how you performed that night on stage after is beyond me.”

Johnny nodded confidently back at you, when it came to spending time with you he had energy in the bucketloads, and plenty of energy reserve after that too.

“Let’s just enjoy ourselves Y/N,” Johnny tried to convince you, “Y/N is asleep, the door is shut anyway so she’ll probably know not to come in.”

“I’m trusting on you to be right about this,” you warned him in a whisper.

His head leant in even closer to your own, “when have you ever known me to be wrong about anything?” He quizzed, not letting you respond by pressing a kiss to your lips.

He could feel your laughter against his lips as Johnny moved to hover over you, resting his hands against either side of you, with your hands pressing firmly against his chest.

“I’ll prove to you that I can’t be wrong about this too,” Johnny assured.

For the next few minutes you found yourself trusting everything that he had to say to you, starting to relax yourself. Things felt too good to be true for you, and as Johnny managed to lay you on your side, the sound of the door handle being pushed down disturbed you, forcing the two of you to move apart as quickly as you could.

“Mummy! Daddy!” A loud voice laughed, bumbling into your room as you grabbed the duvet and quickly wrapped it around your frame to hide yourself.

Johnny pushed it your way, sitting himself up without his shirt on, bending down to pick your daughter up and sit her in his lap.

“How did you sleep?” He asked her, “you were snoring just a minute ago.”

Her head nodded back at him, shuffling around in Johnny’s lap as she looked past his shoulder and saw you, waving across at you.

"I woke up because I was hungry," she explained to you.

"Shall we go and eat then?" Johnny offered, “you go and daddy will be there in a minute.”

With a kiss against the top of her head, Johnny placed your daughter down and let her run down the stairs before turning back to look across at you.

Neither of you quite knew what to say as your eyes met, still slightly flustered over what had gone. You’d joked about Johnny moving quickly, but he really had to set himself alight to move away from you quick enough before your daughter saw anything.

He bent down and picked his shirt off of the floor after checking on you, throwing it over the top of your head, hearing your daughter yell him from down the stairs.

“That was too close for comfort,” you told Johnny, letting go of a sigh. “Now I remember why I don’t trust you with most things.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it sorted. You just come down whenever you’re ready.”

You stayed exactly where you were as Johnny moved around the room, placing your clothes on the foot of the bed for you. The sudden tension between the two of you had you feeling uneasy, staring away out of the bedroom window.

“I’m sorry that we almost got caught,” Johnny whispered across to you.

“We didn’t get caught though, so let’s try and focus on that bit instead.”

His head nodded as he began walking towards the door of your bedroom, still not quite able to get you to meet his eyes.

“I’ll go and feed Y/D/N, you come down whenever you’re ready to,” Johnny told you as he reached the door, “there’s no rush, so don’t worry.”

A hum came from you as you watched him walk away out of the corner of your eye, covering your face as soon as Johnny was out of the way.

It took you a good few minutes to compose yourself to start getting out of bed, reaching to pick up the clothes that Johnny got for you. More than anything you just wanted to laze around, still doubtful as to whether you had managed to move in time or not.

By the time you got downstairs, there was a wide smile on your daughter’s face, carrying on like any other morning. As you took a seat at the table, you knew that you had to do the same, forcing a weak smile onto your face.

After sorting the two of you out, Johnny took a seat beside you too, leaving your daughter in her own little world. Your eyes kept watching her, in awe of the innocence that she had about so many things in the world.

No part of her made you think that she had walked in, but that didn’t stop your heart from racing still.

“We can’t risk anything like that ever happening again you know Johnny.”

His head nodded back at you, “I don’t want something like that to happen either, but we can’t not spend time with each other too because of her Y/N.”

“It seems like we just can’t find the balance for any of that right now,” you acknowledged.

The two of you had wrapped yourselves up in being parents for a long time, getting yourselves out of that zone was surprisingly tricky for you both. Neither of you knew what to do, or what the right thing was either.

“We should spend more time together, just doing anything,” Johnny told you, “even just watching a movie. The boys constantly offer to babysit, would it hurt us if we agreed to let them do it once every now and then?”

“It’s not as if we have family here to help us out,” you frowned, “and whenever Y/D/N’s been with the boys they’ve taken good care of her.”

“It would give us the chance to take care of ourselves,” Johnny whispered, “when was the last time we could say that either of us focused on that?”

Your shoulders shrugged, without a clue. “We need to sit down and think this through properly, we don’t have to restrict ourselves to mum and dad.”

“That’s all I want,” he smiled, “and if we end up revisiting the magic of Hong Kong, then that’s just a bonus.”

“Johnny! Not at the table.”

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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I sent an ask before but I think it got eaten. But we (and by we I mean me) need more yandere Johnny. That man owns my ass as a new czennie. Maybe Alpha Johnny or more Sugar Daddy Johnny pretty please - Bambi

Johnny shouldn't be here. He really shouldn't be here. Not right now. Not when the full moon has risen so high in the sky, tugging at the last bit of restraint he has. Not when you're so close.

It's already been a trying week. First, he had to watch you hanging out with that good for nothing friend of yours, Jeonghan. Then, he had to fight the urge to rip said friend of yours' throat out for hugging you and getting his scent all over you. And then, to top is all off, he's started his rut.

Never has his patience been stretched so thin. Never has his need for you been so great.

If only you were his.

Which is exactly why he shouldn't be here. The danger he's putting you in alone should be enough to deter him, but tonight of all nights, he finds he could not care. You're so close, and fuck, you're wearing that soap he likes.

Johnny takes a step closer, his eyes flashing beneath the moonlight. His lips part, and he attempts to control his breathing.

It's so slight, that anyone could miss it were they looking at him, but his fingers twitch. Desperately, he wants to reach out to touch you. To hold you in his arms and never let go, breathing in your scent until he's satisfied.

And oh, how you could satisfy him.

He's already torn through two of his pillows attempting to muffle his sounds earlier that day, nothing but the thought of you on his mind. How easy it would be to take you, to claim you as his on tonight of all nights. It's what he wants, what his beast is begging him to do, but he will not do such a thing. Not to you. No, never to you.

Not unless you wanted him, too.

When that day comes, and it will, nothing will be able to separate the two of you. After all, you are his and he is yours, whether you know it or not. And once you let him indulge... there will be nothing holding him back from ravishing you beneath the full moon like he's always dreamed about.

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yootaesowlwrites · 2 years

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Don’t Close Your Eyes - Johnny Suh

A76— “Don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

Warnings: Fluff.

W/C: 544

You sit between Johnny’s legs, his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms around you as he held the console remote in his hands, you were starting to feel sleepy, you had played with him earlier and laughed a lot as you tried to get through the levels, and even tried a dual game with him, but it ended with laughter, and when things finally calmed down, you had settled between his legs and he was playing a game.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” He asks, your eyes open wide at the vibrations coming from his chest, you gasp slightly from getting startled.

“No, no, definitely not,” You mutter, he could hear the sleep in your tone. “I’m wide awake, I’m watching, you got this,” You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles. “You got this, baby,” Your eyes slowly fall close again, the television was slowly becoming blurred, you barely feel his body moving.

“Noooo, baby, don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!” He says loudly, your eyes open wide, and you sit upright, moving your hands to your eyes to rub the sleep from them.

“I’m not closing them, I’m awake, wide awake!” You say, although he could hear how sleepy you were, he places the controller down on the bedside table and wraps his arms around you. “I’m awake, keep playing,” You mumble.

“Baby… you’re so sleepy, did we have that much fun earlier?” He asks as he pulls you against his body, his nose rubs against your cheek. “Did you laugh yourself this tired?” You almost whine, trying to convince him that you’re not tired, but your eyes kept falling close. “Oh, you’re adorable, come on, let’s sleep,” He kisses your cheek softly, causing a soft smile to form on your lips before you continued your protest.

“No, no, I can stay awake, finish the level,” You say, wanting to move forward, but he pulls you backwards as he lays back, he turns onto his side, keeping you in his arms. “Johnny…”

“Baby, you’re so tired, you can barely keep your eyes open, come on, let’s sleep, we can finish the level tomorrow,” He whispers, he reaches over you and grabs the television remote to turn it off, the room suddenly growing dark. “Let’s just sleep, for now, you’ll be able to focus on my winning streak tomorrow,” He pulls your body closer to his once his arm was around your middle, his hand rests on your lower tummy, he moves the pillow underneath your head.

“Are you sure?” You whisper, you feel him kiss your cheek once more. “I can try and stay awake, let me just go get coffee or something,” You nuzzle closer into him, your back pressing to his front.

“Oh, it feels like you want to get up so badly,” He says with a chuckle in his tone. “It's okay, I’d rather have you awake tomorrow, that way I can make you laugh all over again,” You softly smile, your eyes shut completely, and the world quickly fades away, Johnny softly rubs your lower tummy as he hears your breathing becoming shallow. “My cute tired baby…” He closes his eyes, listening to your soft breathing before drifting off to sleep himself.

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theficblog · 2 years

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NEED HELP?

JOHNNY SUH

Prologue: It's a horrible day at work, but your co-worker Johnny has some help to offer.

Genre: Smut + Office AU

Wordcount: 906

Prompts: “Don’t ruin the sofa, please” + “Shut up! I’m trying to fuck you”

Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + stripping + rough + climax ] Language

"Yes, Sir. Do you mind if we call you back in an hour to update you on this?" You spoke through the phone, exhausted. It was probably your fifty-seventh phone call of the day. The phone kept on ringing every half hour or so, with clients enquiring about their unfinished business.

Throughout the day, you had been at odds with the arms of the clock. Deadlines were in fact, deadly.

At this rate, not even the planners could help you organise the uncompleted tasks. Everything was all over the place, and you could feel the stress building.

You immediately regretted your decision to take it easy with your team's newcomers. Allowing them to do things from their perspective and at their own pace was a horrible idea, but it was too late.

"Ms. Y/N, I would want you to see me in my cabin. Right now!" Your boss growled at you, loudly enough, making it audible to almost everyone on the floor. "Y-Yes, Ma’am." You stammered. You fucked it up.

You started following her, and it was no less awkward than walking back after zero pins in the bowling alley. You were at the very least grateful, and relieved that she did not consider ripping your soul apart in front of the entire office.

"Isn't this a job, Y/N? This is not the place for you to have a pleasant time. Why am I getting these client calls, I really need to know. I am the one who has to beg and plead with them!"

She started howling at you right away, without even pausing for a second. Her diatribe went on for about twenty minutes or more. You had no idea what was wrong with her in her life that she opted to vent on you. She stormed out to her room, leaving you to your own devices.

Having your boss rage at you was never a pleasant experience; every word, every taunt that came out of her mouth was like a blade to you. You'd had it with the tension, and you'd had enough. Today had been a nightmare.

You buried your head in your hands, anticipating the onset of a headache. As you rolled your eyes, your brows furrowed. Your breathing was suddenly considerably faster, and you had a peculiar feeling in your gut.

You took a glance at the door, a man of tall stature, dressed in a grey office suit, stood there with a worried look on his face. His black necktie perfectly complemented his black hair, which was all combed back neatly. You could not deny that he was hot.

It was Johnny, your co-worker.

You decided to completely ignore him, turning your gaze away, still standing with the same posture, stressed. You knew he was there to comfort you after the episode that took place.

"Are you okay? Y/N?" He enquired, his voice was warm and friendly, as it had always been. "Do you need some help?" He added on, still standing at the door. You had known him ever since you joined, and he had always been that friendly colleague you could always count on.

You were having a particularly bad day at work, and the only help you could ask for was physical. You were in desperate need of relief, and Johnny appeared to be the perfect candidate. His hotness only added more your building lust. You badly needed him.

"I don’t think you can help me with what I want." You blurted out, locking your eyes with him, biting your lips, gently. Your sultry gaze gave it all away, making Johnny smirk.

He moved closer to you by taking a few steps forward. He let out a sigh, "What if I can?" He whispered right next to your ear, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. You were getting lucky tonight.

Impulsively, without giving a second thought to it, you grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him down and slamming your lips into his. Your body was starving. Johnny reciprocated the kiss, his lips were in a perfect sync with yours as your hands wandered everywhere through his body.

You drew back, unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, revealing his washboard abs and perfectly toned chest. Your hands reached the buttons of your own shirt, as you, too, started undoing the buttons, leaving you only in your underwear.

Your lips returned to where they were, the smoochings and bitings made it really tough for you to control any longer. This was getting steamy.

Johnny placed you on the couch, his body was now hovering over yours as he planted kisses everywhere, from your lips to your exposed chest. In a flash of a moment, he pulled up your black pencil skirt, ready to give you exactly what you wanted.

"Don’t ruin the sofa, please." You cried in the middle. There was no way you could afford any more reprimands from your boss. One hint and you were gone for.

"Shut up! I’m trying to fuck you!" Johnny grunted out as he continued to proceed with his business.

Pleasure spread throughout your body as moans escaped from your mouth incessantly. Your mind was blank, and you had entirely forgotten about the stress. Too lost in the moment, you could not care to a give damn about anything else.

Johnny indeed proved to be of great help, turning your worst day at work into your best one.

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chicken-fifi · 6 months

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Artist / Character: Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun (NCT)

Title: Groupie

Prompt: orgy (NFW)

Requested by: @anon

Warning: orgy, p-in-v, blowjob, handjob, protected sex, condoms, orgasm/climax, possible degradation if you squint

Tagging: @kyuprincess

Your left hand wrapped around the base of Yuta’s cock as you pumped him, your mouth and right hand busy sucking and pumping his cock. Yoonoh’s cock was currently pistoning in and out of your cunt, hitting every single spot that had your toes curling. You were forced to release Johnny from your mouth as you moaned loudly, Yoonoh speeding up. Yuta took the opportunity to split his cock into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around him as you began sucking him off groaning as you felt Yoonoh’s thrusts getting sloppier before he stilled, pulling out with a groan. He stepped away, Johnny removing your hand and moving behind you. You heard the sound of crinkling foil before he slid inside you, the two of you groaning at the feeling.

“So tight,” he grunted, not giving you a moment to adjust before pounding into you.

“I know right,” Yoonoh commented as he removed the soiled condom, tossing it aside. “Such a good little groupie.”

Yuta grunted as he came, ropes of his cum flowing down your throat and filling your mouth. You struggled to swallow his load, a bit of it leaving your mouth as he pulled out. His hand patted your cheek as he pressed a messy kiss to your lips before he turned his attention to Johnny, Yoonoh gripping your chin and turning you to face him.

“Hurry up so I can have a turn,” Yuta told the man currently indulging in your wet pussy.

You were going to be so sore tomorrow.

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lovesuhng · 7 months

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[16:47]

couple: sunny!johnny x grumpy!fem!reader

"Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."

It seems like everything was purposely going wrong this week. University and your part-time job were killing you to the point where you missed the bus to university almost every day. Your performance in classes wasn't the best either and you knew that if you didn't try just a little more, you would lose this class.

Once again, you had woken up late, you were running towards class while trying to tie your hair, when you bumped into something, or rather someone and fell to the floor. That someone was Johnny, the personification of a friendly person, who was almost always happy, totally the opposite of you. Let's just say you weren't the nicest person around.

Johnny ran to help you get up, but you refused the man's help and went to your class, you didn't feel like interacting with people today and unfortunately for you, Johnny followed you, as you studied together.

At the end of the class, your teacher talked to you about your performance in the subject, as he seemed truly worried, you apologized and said you would work harder, but he said he had a solution:

“Johnny Suh will be your tutor” And like magic, the boy appeared next to you, smiling at you, who returned a forced smile.

“So, apparently we're going to spend some time together” Johnny said excitedly, as soon as the teacher left the room. The only thing you did was roll your eyes. “Hey hey, at least let’s exchange our cell phone numbers and arrange our first date… to study of course.” You handed the cell phone to him, and he did the same.

“I work every day after school, so I will only be available at night. We can start today if you don’t have an appointment.” ‘I want to start this soon so I can finish it soon’ was all you could think.

“Perfect, it’s in the coffee shop on the street behind the university, right?” The boy noticed your scared face. “Don’t worry, I’m not following you” He chuckled, but stopped as soon as he saw that you weren’t laughing with him. “I’ve been there a few times and I saw that you work at this coffee shop.”

“I’ll see you later.” You left towards your work, leaving Johnny behind.

A little before the scheduled time, Johnny arrived at the coffee shop where you worked and your co-worker said that you were getting ready to leave, but that your boss had called you to have a talk. Johnny decided to wait for you outside, but he was surprised by some screams coming from the back of the coffee shop. As he was very curious, he decided to look at what was happening and was surprised when he saw you leaning against the wall, with your head down and a man, who apparently was your boss, shouting at you.

“HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH AN IDIOT? TODAY ONLY YOU MADE 5 WRONG ORDERS! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF DAMAGE YOU ARE CAUSING! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS AT HOME AND AT UNIVERSITY, YOU HAVE TO WORK RIGHT!” You kept your head down, listening to everything he said. “I’m not going to fire you, but you better work properly next week”

“It won’t happen again, I promise” That was all you said and, as soon as your boss left, you took a deep breath, gathering all your strength not to cry there. It was the first time Johnny had seen you in such a vulnerable way and it tugged at his heart. He returned to the car and a short time later, you met him, who was waiting for you with a smile on his face, pretending not to have seen what had just happened to you.

“Come on, I think you had a busy day. Do you mind being in your place? Mine isn’t in good condition for visitors” Johnny said, opening the door for you to enter.

"Okay."

“Great! So, put your address in the GPS, please? Oh, I wanted to go somewhere first, I promise it will be quick.” You just nodded and got into the car.

On the way, Johnny noticed that you were not only tired, but also sad, but you were trying very hard not to show it. You noticed that Johnny was at a drive thru buying some burgers, you didn't want to admit that you were hungry and that you were happy that Johnny was doing that.

When you arrived at your room, you told Johnny to make himself comfortable and she would organize everything for you to eat, but the man preferred to follow you to the kitchen.

“We’re not studying today” Was all Johnny said as you grabbed a bottle of ketchup from the fridge.

“What?!”

“I know you didn't have an easy day, besides all the pressure from classes, I saw what your boss did to you, I don't want you to be more tired than you already are.”

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me about that.” You sniffled, holding back your tears and avoiding exchanging glances with Johnny as much as possible. For some reason, you felt like he could read you like no other person could.

“And I'm not. I just want you to know that you can count on me. Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you.”

All the tears that were haldin began to fall, Johnny's arms hugged your body. You could feel that your cold person mask had completely fallen and that you finally had someone on your side.

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)

Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.

But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.

You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.

"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.

The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.

Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.

Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.

If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.

You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.

He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.

Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.

"Johnny?"

"Aye, bonnie?"

"Since when do you drink bourbon?"

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criminalamnesia · 2 months

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to hold everyone over until I finish traitor part four…

part one / part two / part three

I think kyle and johnny would 100% be the quickest to admit their fuck up, and I think they’d be the last to believe the ‘betrayal.’

the whole squad is fiercely loyal, but those two? those two didn’t believe it until price shoved the evidence in their faces; only then was it too damning to deny.

and god, they feel sick at the thought of what had happened to you. what they did to you. their teammate, their confidant, their friend.

sure, simon had taken point on the ‘interrogation,’ but johnny and kyle had helped. johnny had personally cut into you. kyle was no saint, either.

so when price breaks the news that you’re not the rat, johnny is sprinting to the room you’re being held in. he runs so hard across base that he thinks he may pass out when he finally bursts into the room, hands on his knees as he struggles to breathe.

and when he hears your laugh, he can’t help but think of how wrong it sounds. it’s hollow, untrue. eerie. unnerving. it makes him sick to his stomach.

he helped simon untie your limp body from the chair, and then he followed close behind as simon carried you to the infirmary. kyle was already waiting, eyes wide and lips bitten from nerves.

they don’t leave your side until price makes them. even then, the two are trading off standing outside the infirmary, eyes searching for you every time the door opens and closes. the doctor just shakes her head as she passes them.

they know it’s a long shot, but they have to try.

you’re one of them.

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espresseo-cafe · 2 years

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[14:37] due to the social distancing restrictions loosening up, things were gradually going back to normal. that meant frequent customers coming back to their favorite cafés for a hangout, which also meant non-stop flow of customers.

as much as you dreaded for sleep these past few days because of the constant workload, you were scheduled for a morning shift today even though you were already working for nine days straight.

you had to deal with annoying, demanding customers who wanted to be treated as if they were vip. and it made your blood boil that one of them were the people you hated to see, your ex with your old friends.

to make things even worse, you were finally on your period- after a few months of irregularity - this week so everything basically irked you.. even this certain colleague who was giving you a mischievous smirk for being so cranky in the morning as we speak.

barista!johnny is the most annoying, yet undeniably talented, friendly.. and the most handsome barista in the company. he knew you worked for nine days and had the audacity to tease you for frowning at him. “it’s that time of the month, isn’t it?”

“say anything else out of your mouth johnny i’ll hit you with this frying pan, it’s nice and hot.” you said as you prepared scrambled eggs for a takeout order.

“okay it is.” he snickered a little bit as he nod his head knowing his assumption was right. he drank his americano and stared at you giving food to the customer before sitting down on a stool next to him.

you paused before realizing you needed to change your napkin, so you turned around to reach for the cabinet where staff put their belongings when your vision blurred and your stomach churned. it was so sudden and painful that you needed to lean on something.

so you leaned on johnny’s chest, startling him that he almost dropped his coffee on you. “whoa y/n, you alright?” your ears were buzzing and fading that you couldn’t answer him straight away. “hey, you’re pale.”

johnny was worried about you, he didn’t know what to do and he figured you were exhausted from work recently. he put down his coffee gently to not make you any more uncomfortable yet this position made him all flustered and shy.

“let me stay like this for a while, johnny.” you tried to say, feeling lightheaded but you felt his hand pat your back.

“mhm, okay.”

he pressed his lips together and prayed you wouldn’t hear his heart beating so loudly.

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moongreenlight · 2 months

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Johnny is the kind of guy that you hook up with when you’re on a girls trip and fully expect to never see him again.

But it turns out he was on deployment so when you go home and start seeing him at the grocery store you think there’s no way it could be him. Has to be a trick of the light.

It’s not. When he sees you in the frozen aisle he’ll come straight up behind you and grope your ass like he has the right.

“Knew it was ye. Know you better from this angle than the front, anyhow.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Johnny Suh

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He tried his best to pay as much attention as possible, especially when you were talking to him. Johnny knew his time with you was often limited so he tried to make the most of it whenever he possibly could.

B ⇴ BICKER

Despite the fact that you lived half a world away, you still managed to find a way to bicker with Johnny most of the time. The two of you would still be onto each other, usually bickering if one of you admitted to maybe skipping a meal or not looking after yourself as well as the other person wanted you to.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He tried his best to be available when you needed comforting as Johnny knew that no one got you quite like he did. He hated that he wasn’t able to be there in person to help you out, but he hoped that the things that he said whilst on a call to you went some of the way to trying to help you feel better again.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Neither of you tried to disagree on anything, mainly as it was time wasted for you both when you had much better things that you could be doing whilst you had the chance to talk to each other. You had spent enough years as best friends to know how to not cause an argument between the two of you anyway, but even if one of you wanted to cause an argument, the other person wouldn’t let it happen.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You couldn’t remember the exact time when you met, all you two could remember was being in school. You and Johnny had a reputation for being the best of friends at school, even your teachers often remarked on how close the two of you were in the classroom. You both loved that everyone saw how well you got along from a young age, and how that bond from back then still existed years later too.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Johnny’s family loved to spend time with you, even when he wasn’t around. Quite often he’d ring to see you at the family home with his parents or they’d mention that you had stopped by earlier in the day to see how you were getting on. A small part of Johnny was sometimes a little bit jealous that his family were able to spend time with you whilst he sometimes was lucky if he got an hour in his day to chat to you.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

When you were together in person, you barely had a second free with things constantly planned. Johnny especially loved to show you around whenever you were visiting him in Seoul, and whenever he was back home you both loved to revisit the old places that you went to when the two of you were younger.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of forgetting about time zones and getting the other person into trouble. Quite often you wouldn’t think and just call the other person, with Johnny often interrupting you at work in a meeting, or you waking him up when it was the middle of the night in Seoul, even if it was lunch for you.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

You both loved to reminisce on your jokes that you had from when you were younger. As most school friends did, you often pondered about the other people that you went to school with, guessing what they were doing with themselves and whether they achieved as much as they thought they would at school.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

More than anything else, he was jealous of others who were around you and able to spend more time with you. Johnny loved to see you spending time with your other friends, but there would also be a twang of jealousy inside of Johnny knowing that they were there, and he wasn’t. He never let you know that he was jealous, but the other members knew when Johnny was upset that he wasn’t around with you.

K ⇴ KICKS

Johnny got a kick out of speaking to you, as sometimes it would take days or weeks for your schedules to align to allow you to talk and catch up with one another. It was something that he always looked forward to, even if he was lucky enough to have been able to call you for a couple of days in a row too.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved the effort that the both of you still put in to making your friendship work. At times it felt like you were working towards nothing because you were both so busy, but when you finally got the chance to chat, it was always rewarding. Despite the miles between you, neither of you were willing to give up on over a decade of friendship, and both made sure to appreciate that the other person wasn’t willing either.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were kids, and from then on it was all a bit of a blur. Neither of you could really even remember getting to know each other, unsure who said the first hello, or who was the first to get the other one into trouble at school, you just felt as if you’d almost been there with each other.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

Being so far away, the two of you relied on being silly with each other to cheer yourselves up whenever you missed the other, or to cheer the other person up when they admitted that they missed you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Johnny was obsessed with your friendship and the huge influence it had had on him. He could still hear your voice quite often offering him advice even when you were fast asleep on the other side of the world.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Nothing was as significant as being able to spend time with you in person in Johnny’s opinion. As much as he still valued being able to talk to you online, it was never the same as being with you in person, to poke you until you yelled at him or talk to you until you were screaming at him to shut up and let you sleep.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The majority of your calls were made up on questions as you checked up on each other and heard any new updates, Johnny especially loved to hear about any drama that you had on old friends and your neighbours.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He kept a lucky charm from you in his bag whenever Johnny was at work to feel as if you were there with him. It was something that you gave Johnny when the two of you sat your exams when you were younger, and after it brought him good luck then, Johnny hoped that it would continue to bring him luck either.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

It never failed to surprise Johnny at just how good of a job you did of supporting him, even from so far away. You sometimes set alarms to make sure that you didn’t forget, messaging Johnny in the early hours of the morning so that you didn’t forget to wish Johnny good luck for a show or a different schedule.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Visiting home was always the most important thing for Johnny whenever he had the time to go. As much as visiting his family was the priority, being able to see you was also by far one of his priorities too.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

Despite how far away you were, that never stopped Johnny appreciating you and needing you any less.

V ⇴ VISITS

Quite often you would accidentally visit rehearsals as you forgot about time differences. You’d ring Johnny thinking that he was at home only to see that he was in the middle of a run through with the group.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He tried his best to be as helpful as possible, usually finding a way to make you laugh as he went along too.

X ⇴ XXXX

The one thing you looked forward to more than anything else whenever you saw Johnny was the hug that he gave you when you first reunited. It was something that you never tired of, and always treasured too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his ultimate, Johnny had always just had you as his number one.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The dorm was your home when you visited Johnny, he hated the thought of you staying in a hotel. Although it led to a little bit of disruption, luckily for you the boys were always incredibly accommodating of you.

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