JN (Part I)
And we’re back with more Johnny content here! Of course, he’s the apple of my eye, my ultimate current bias, the love of my life, and the list go on. But I do get tempted by other good-looking K-pop men sometimes...
Here’s a GIF of him looking adorable with some noticeable blush. The color reminds me of Glossier Cloud Paint in Storm, but of course, I could be wrong. Drop that blush shade, dude!
Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)
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Summary: These pieces were inspired by a prompt list by @neoculturedrabbles. Since you guys know how I feel about Johnny, please expect that the next installments will feature two prompts in it too.
POV: 2nd person since I wrote this late last year. I know; you’re getting tired of reading that over and over.
Word count: 1,800 words
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Prompt #1: “Shut up!”
“Make me!”
Now that you and Johnny were a couple, that didn’t stop him from annoying you to tears.
You were working on an article at the dining table when you heard him sing Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’ off-key. He was at the kitchen, cooking his trademark omelets for breakfast.
“John, please!” You shrieked, turning your head towards the kitchen. “Can you pipe it down? I’m trying to work here!”
He responded by continuing the song, his voice more off-key than before.
You rolled your eyes and went back to your laptop, huffing in annoyance.
A few minutes later, Johnny emerged from the kitchen with your breakfast, and he was now singing Heart’s ‘Alone’ in the same irritating manner.
“Love, what’s up with you? Why are you annoying me? Do you know I’m about to have my period soon?” You said when he placed a plate of omelet and rice in front of you.
“I’m not doing anything unusual,” he said, this time placing a cup of coffee beside your breakfast, “I’m just being myself, you know?” He winked at you and patted your shoulder.
“But baby, you know when I’m in front of my laptop, I’m most likely working,” you grumbled, now taking the cup of coffee to sip on it.
“I can never tell,” he sat on the seat across from you, “Maybe you’re just reading hentai or playing your porn games,” he wiggled his eyebrows for effect, and you almost spit your coffee.
You just flipped him the bird and took another sip of the coffee he made. As always, he got your preferred taste perfectly – strong and sweet, just like he is.
“How dare you, Suh Youngho! I don’t do that anymore!”
“Yes, you do! You fell asleep with your Incognito window on a hentai comic the other day!”
That was the last straw, and you went to his side and pinched his cheeks. “You silly boy! Stop taunting me!” You squeaked, pinching his cheeks harder while he laughed at your flushed and annoyed face.
“No, I’m not going to stop teasing you! It’s also my job to annoy you since your sisters are out!” He said in between your pinching.
“Johnnyyyyy!” Your hands snaked their way around his neck, and you felt tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “Shut up!”
“Make me!” He challenged, his face serious.
Now that was something you didn’t expect – he had his poker face on, and he seemed calm. You let go of your hands around his neck and settled them on his shoulders.
But when he gave you his trademark wink, you felt miffed again. You decided to play his game and pecked him on the lips instead.
You weren’t able to get away from him since he locked you in his embrace and deepened the kiss.
As your tongues clashed against each other, you gasped when you felt something poking beneath you. Ugh, not again! He was turned on with what you did, and you tasted like coffee, of course.
You let go when you felt very bothered by his boner and pinched his nose this time.
“You big freak,” you huffed, raising your middle finger at him again, “You’re such a tease, you know?”
“I know, baby,” Johnny had the guts to lick his lips in front of you, “and I’m going to taunt you every day with all my loving.”
“Can we have breakfast now?” You got your spoon and fork and started digging into your meal.
“Sure thing, baby,” He said while he moved his plate and drink beside you. When he was done, he sat on the chair to your left and fed you a spoonful of rice and omelet. “Say ‘ah,’” he instructed in a flirty tone, which you obeyed.
“Don’t be so grumpy, my baby princess,” he cooed, wiping the excess rice on the top of your lip.
“But I’m about to have my period! My chest feels heavier, and I feel more bloated,” you whined.
“Even if your boobs don’t get bigger and you don’t look plumper, you are always a grumpy girl,” it was now his turn to pinch your cheek.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him. Since his hand was still on your chin, he tilted it again toward his direction.
“If you promise me that you won’t be grumpy anymore, I’ll stop teasing you.”
You sighed in defeat and nodded. “Okay, I’ll try my best.”
“No buts! You should do it. You look the most beautiful when you smile.”
You pinched his arm in embarrassment and went back to eating with your head down. “You are such a flirt, love. But thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” He kissed the side of your head, and both of you ate in silence after.
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Prompt #12: “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”
“Yeah, but I’m your pain the ass.”
Your head was throbbing in pain because a) you lack sleep, and b) Johnny was being such a pain in the ass to deal with.
As you searched the cabinet for some Advil, you saw a pair of long arms reach over you and grabbed a large pink pillbox.
You turned around to see it was the source of your headache, grinning sheepishly at you. “I assume you need Advil?”
You nodded in response, silently grabbing the pillbox from him. You went to the dining table where a glass of water was waiting for you and opened the box to get your much-needed medicine.
You felt Johnny’s eyes on you as you swallowed the pill and drank water. You closed your eyes for a bit, savoring its bitter taste in your mouth.
But then, you remembered all the things he did during the previous week that got on your nerves.
He hid your strawberry-flavored Greek yogurt from the fridge just when you were craving for it.
He placed your usual mug in the highest cupboard the day after he was in charge of doing the dishes. You had to climb up the sink just so you can reach it, and he laughed at your attempt to grab it the first time you discovered it was up there.
He woke you up by replacing your alarm with his voice recording remixed with EDM beats. He laughed again when he saw your grumpy reaction, your hair sticking all over the place as you chased him around the house with your pillow.
He used your favorite tote bag (which you waited for ages to be restocked!) when he went grocery shopping all by himself, ruining it in the process. Now it was under his care, and you didn’t know if he has finished mending it yet.
But the most annoying thing that he did was when he tickled you to tears when you didn’t wake him up when he needed to be up early for a schedule. Although he seemed annoyed at first, he was also in tears from laughter as he saw you writhe in his touch.
You let out a huge groan before lying on the couch. “This headache sucks,” you said, curling up on the sofa.
“You need some rest, baby,” you heard Johnny say, who was now standing in front of you. He wore a basketball jersey and jogging pants, which was his usual home attire.
But as always, you were distracted with his big and meaty guns. You grabbed the pillow at your foot and covered your face in it so you couldn’t see his towering figure over you.
“I’m resting right now. Please,” you looked at him briefly, “stop annoying me. You’re one of the reasons why my head is throbbing right now,” you covered your face with the pillow again.
“Oh, but why me? I have been nothing but good to you!” You felt an additional weight at the end of the sofa, which meant that he sat down beside you.
“But you kept on annoying me by hiding my food, ruining my stuff, and most of all, you almost tickled me to death!” You threw the pillow at him, which he caught. He held it in front of him and looked at you with puppy eyes.
“But Essie! You know that’s one of the ways to show that I love you!” He whined while making cute faces at you.
“Johnny, there are times that I appreciate it, and there are times that I do not,” you grumbled, now sitting up on the couch. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”
“Yeah, but I’m your pain in the ass,” he responded smoothly, running one of his hands through his hair.
“Ugh, Suh Youngho!” You groaned, lying back on the couch again. As soon as your back hit the sofa, you were flustered to see him on top of you with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.
“But you’re so cute when you’re grumpy!” He said playfully before his hands went to your sides and tickled you until you were in tears again.
“I’ll get you for this, John!” You said in between wheezing and kicking.
The tall guy snickered, but then he looked at you with concern when he noticed that your tears didn’t stop falling. He stopped tickling you and wiped your tears away. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered, now kissing your forehead.
You shut your eyes for the nth time today, processing this intimate moment you got yourself into. He was too close, and you could feel his breath against your forehead. Your body felt warm from head to toe, and his body felt that way as well.
But come to think of it, your head stopped pounding. You opened your eyes and saw that he gave you the sweetest smile before kissing your temple.
“Do you feel better now?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I feel much better now,” you gently pushed him away from you as you sat up once more. “But I think I should still get some rest.”
“That you do need, baby. Come,” he held your hand and led you to your room. “I’ll tuck you in.”
“No, John! I’m fine. You don’t have to do that for me,” you mumbled, looking away from him as he squeezed the hand he held.
“I insist. I want to make it up to you for being a pain in the ass.”
“But you’ll always be even if you do sweet shit like this, you know?”
“Yeah, I do. But still, please? Can I tuck my surly baby in bed?” He pleaded, blinking his eyelashes cutely at you.
“Ugh, fine. I request for hair brushing and thigh tapping too, please.”
“Anything for my dear Essie,” he said before carrying you into your bedroom bridal-style.
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