johnny as an office worker
A/N: Literally no one requested this but I started out with a Johnny as a boyfriend post and ended up with this because i love this litle blurb story of tall sloppy johnny as an office worker. So enjoy it you cuties!
ok but imagine how effortlessly glorious johnny would be as an ordinary working man. imagine him escaped from all the glitz and glam and having to rush early morning to get a sitting spot on the metro ride to work just so he can actually get some tasty toast before he has to start working an 8hr day ugh i love
johnny woul be the kind of person who's not exactly known for his conscientiousness or timelineness. but boy does he try. he tries so hard everyday to wake up by the second alarm but it never happens. before he knows it, he's only downed half of his watery tea and he's heading out the door with his tie hung undone on his neck but his work bag in perfect condition (he truly loves his work supplies with vigour)
you're someone who's always witnessing johnny's mad rush to his workplace every morning, although inadvertently. the only thing you two share, is a common commute.
he doesn't even realise that you see him everyday get on the 3rd station from your stop, how you always trail your eyes as he tries to hold on to the overhead railing AND tie his tie all at the same time
he doesn't manage it however.
some days you could care less becaus you can barely keep your eyes open. but on some days, you're fresh and alert and you just find yourself humming along with whatever he's singing. Johnny has this annoying habit of humming the song he's listening to and by god his sweet sweet voice is the best thing about him
ok that's a lie. the nape of his neck is the best thing about him. One time on a very rushed day, you couldn't manage to find a seat with all the bodies pressed between the small capsule of the train. By the time you found a comfortable spot to stand awkwardly in, the doors gushed open and a new crowd spilled into your compartment.
And with the incoming crowd, johnny was pressed flush against you, in all of his unkempt morning glory. But the minute your hands grazed on the railing above, he took a step back, almost bracing his back against the oncoming tide of new travellers. Thankfully, he kept you from getting crushed.
but all you could notice, was the peek of ivory skin from under his shirt. His first top button had come undone and his tie was clutched in his hand above, the smooth silk of blue cascading next to his cheekbone. you didn't know what it was, but you really wanted to push that piece of cloth away from his face.
instead, you turned around and faced the glass of the door
it wasn't like johnny was blind to you either. if he was honest, he managed to get up early on most days, because of his motivation to catch the same train as you. he had managed to miss it sometimes, and he regretted not watching you smiling at kids on the train or humming to yourself as you read a book. he found it eerily calming to watch you so lost in your own world, when the people around you were always in such a rush - to get somewhere. you didn't realise, he thought wistfully, how much you made his morning.
but after the close-contact incident, you had fallen ill with a heavy fever and couldn't make it to your morning commute or to work for the next few days. you didn't think it meant anything at all, until the day you did make it to the train station - albeit, a bit late
And there, standing alone, was johnny. while you were literally running to get to the station on time earlier, you found that your feet had slowed down to a lazy walk. somehow you found yourself ambling to a slow stop, right next to johnny and he didn't know how or what to say but he tried anyway. "A rushed morning for you too?"
he had been aching to hear your voice. just one word, anything. maybe an excuse of a conversation. something was better than nothing. he watched as you let out an embarrassed laugh and nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, just couldn't wake up no matter how I tried," he heard you say.
"trust me, I understand that way too much -" and before he knew it, he was launching into his fumbled morning routinue. How he slept through his third alarm, how his cat had to scratch his ankles to wake him up. How he had nearly put shaving cream on his toothbrush. How his doorman had come looking for him at the wrong time. you didn't understad where all this information came from or how Johnny could talk to you like he had always known you, without even asking for your name.
but you felt yourself slowly slipping into his monologue, reacting appropriately in his pauses, laughing merrily when he slipped into a conversation about his cat.
the train came, you both got on, and the conversation flowed. until, you had to get off at your stops for work. But before the both of you turned away into your respective exits at the train station, Johnny reached out with his hand, "I'll see you tomorrow?"
you extended yours in return, placing your palm against his and admiring his long slender fingers for a quick second before replying, "I look forward to that".
