I really love your previous Mark's 'fanfic! Could you maybe write a similar thing about that? My idea is a Johnny fanfic where he fucks you in slow, deep, sensual missionary and suddenly makes you squirt for the first time when he's still inside of you. You feel so embarrassed, but Johnny realizes that it's so sexy, hot, and addictive. Thanks.
elia ! : tysm nonie!! i love this idea sm i hope u enjoy ><
johnny’s fingers stay laced with yours the entire time. it was grounding, the way he presses your intertwined hands into the pillows above your head. the sheer size of him making you feel fully pinned down. his broad chest grazing yours, his entire body a blanket of heat and pleasure.
you moan into his kiss when he thrusts into you deep again. almost painfully slow.
“fuck,” you pant out, your voice already diminished to a whisper. your body twitching as he holds you down, letting you feel every thick inch of him dragging out of you before sinking back in. his lips were shiny and plump from kissing you, irises swelling with a darker, lustier gaze.
“you feel that, baby?” his voice is strained. “how deep i am?”
you nod, chest rising and falling fast. your legs are trembling on either side of his waist. you’ve been so sensitive, constantly full, since he started.
“so fuckin’ tight,” he damn nearly growls, pressing your hands down harder into the mattress. “you’re taking me so well. just look at you.”
your lashes flutter open again. and the sight of him alone, almost makes you sob out in pleasure. his long and wavy hair all messy, his heart-shaped lips all plump and parted, his arms that flex as they hold you down.
“johnny—“ your manager to voice. “i can’t— it’s too much.”
his eyes soften for only half a second as he leans down to kiss your temple. following, he rolls his hips hard again, and murmurs low against your skin, “you can. you will. and you’re gonna let go for me, aren’t you?”
the sensation and pressure is all too dizzying. too much, too hot. your thighs try to close back together but he pushes them even wider in return. he groans when he catches the sight of how soaked you are.
“shit—feels like you’re gonna come again,” he pants, hips starting to move faster now. “you’re shaking, baby.”
you bury your face in the crook of his neck. and it’s so good you could cry. his cock keeps hitting that sweet little spot and the knot low in your belly is already snapping tight.
before you could stop it, your whole body jerks hard. a sudden rush of wet heat spills out of you and you let out a noise mixed between a whimper and a gasp.
“johnny—oh my god!”
your eyes dart up to him in complete panic, your cheeks burning a dark shade of pink. your voice gets incredibly smaller. “i didn’t mean to—“
“oh my god.” he thrusts once more, still deep as ever trying to savor it. “you just squirted for me.”
the look on his face says it all, staring down at the mess you just made all over both of you.
you squirm under him, trying to hide your face, more so your embarrassment, your legs still trembling. “that’s so embarrassing…”
“no. you know how hot that is?”
you whimper for the nth time, stunned by how his voice sounds now. it was rough, addicted.
babe,” he groans out, “you made a mess all over me. and i’m still inside you.” he starts to rock his hips again, making you cry out. the squelching of your pussy urging him to keep going. “you’re gonna do it for me again, okay? show me how good it feels.”
SUMMARY. parenthood has its ups and downs, but with johnny as your husband, things aren't so bad or chaotic. right?
PAIRING. husband and baby daddy!johnny x wife!femreader
WORD COUNT. 5.1k
GENRE. pure fluff, humor, and slight smut
PLAYLIST. so easy (to fall in love) by olivia dean
WARNINGS. profanities, just johnny and reader doing the deed while everyone is asleep bc they're parents
⤑ vero’s words: IT'S GIVING BUZZER BEATER HAHAHAHAHA i wrote this story initially for christmas but instead changed it for his birthday which was QUITE A LOT TO WRITE AND EDIT LOL so yeah this is technically unedited but i pushed through for my love for johnny 😭💖 anyways, i was inspired by this specific video clip to write this story so please join me being delulu af 💐 enjoy, guys and happy johnny day!!!
⤑ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don’t own the people/characters written, but the plot is mine. translations or copying my work is not allowed.
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“BEDTIME, BOYS.”
If there’s anything stopping you from getting a full, uninterrupted night of sleep, your twin sons Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo are high up on the ranking.
The culprit?
Another episode of their favorite cartoons that’s too astounding to miss out on. Bright lights, loud and peppy sound effects, and just enough cliffhangers to convince them that sleep is merely an option for the night.
Talk about prolonged dopamine rush with their little legs bouncing against the couch cushions like tiny cars newly filled with a full tank of gasoline.
With the weekend finally here, the rules have softened. Ever since they got home that day, their shoes are kicked off to the side and toys are on the floor. Playing was a given, and one episode rolled into another.
This can go on for hours, even to the point they go past their bedtime.
Much to your slight disagreement.
But to your husband Johnny’s delight.
Given how busy he still is as a musician, it’s a little tricky to sync the timing of his sons’ active hours. There have been long stretches when his schedules overlapped with bedtime stories and daycare pick-ups, along with meals he missed. But ever since the group activities lessened and he has more control and flexibility over his solo schedules, he’s been home more.
Present.
Earlier today, he was the one who picked them up at school before swinging by your office to grab you. If anything, the boys were ecstatic to see their dad by their school gates, even with his disguise get-up. Call it a small, domestic victory, or victories when you also witnessed your boys running to you when you exited your office.
Then the night before, he helped them with their spelling tests and addition flash cards. A mini debate between “yummy” and “yummie” and why 7 + 3 is equal to 10, you’ve never seen your husband so patient even with the frustration just about to erupt. Because at the end of the day, he gets to spend time with his mini-mes, his troublemakers.
But this weekend is a little different than most.
Tomorrow is Johnny’s birthday, a Saturday, a full day family affair.
Starting with brunch by the park, playing there with all sorts of games, then an intimate dinner with family and friends, you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.
And so will he.
Especially him.
But right now, he’s currently in his home office, in a meeting with Acne Studios for another collaboration. Silhouettes, fabrics, outfit combinations. Japan came up again, a new store opening happening next month. He already brought up the possibility, implying to make it a family trip with you and the boys. And hoping you’ll say yes.
(Yes.)
As you glance at the clock right above the kitchen door, he should be finishing up any moment.
He missed out on dinner earlier, so you promised to join him. Hence, the tea. At least by that time, your boys will be fast asleep.
Except…
That doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon with their passionate commentary filling your entire home. Something about whether or not their character on screen will achieve their adventure.
“Hyunyoung, Hyunwoo,” You call out from the kitchen, dipping a chamomile tea bag into warm water on your mug. Almost quickly, its contents dissolve and darken the liquid. “We’ll miss out on biking and frisbee tomorrow if you sleep late.”
“No, no, we need to see what happens next!”
“But it’s almost done, Mommy!” Hyunyoung, the older twin by 3 minutes (and never lets anyone forget about it), negotiates, slightly leaning back to see you. “They need to have their birthday party so we can sleep better!”
“But what about daddy’s special day tomorrow?” You ask, hopeful they change their minds. “Sleepy boys won’t be able to have fun with him tomorrow.”
“Please, mommy!” Hyunwoo whines, conspiring with his twin. “15 more minutes!”
They’re now both giving those puppy eyes they inherited directly from Johnny. Pairs you can never say no to, along with their hands clasping into a prayer position.
Damn it.
You hold out for a few seconds until you defeatedly nod with an “okay”. Then under your breath, “15 more minutes too late.”
Another thing about having Johnny as their father? Their stubbornness.
“They’re still awake?”
Speaking of him, your body swivels just in time to spot Johnny, leaning against the doorframe. Fresh from his meeting, his brown hair is a disheveled mess. Evident enough, his fingers ran through them too many times from frustration and as a habit. A casual white tee, one of many, clings faintly to his chest while his grey joggers hang quite low enough to reveal the familiar top hem of his Calvin Klein boxers.
As if it’s doing it on purpose, to mess with you.
“Eyes up here, babe.” He teases, earning him a scoff as he crosses the room and hugs you from behind. His chin finds the crook of your neck, warm and familiar. You soften in his embrace, the feeling of home wrapping you in and making you nuzzle closer to him.
“Missed you.” His arms tighten slightly around you.
“Missed you too,” You respond, lifting the soaked tea bag from your mug. “How was the meeting?”
“Long.” He deeply groans. “Something about textures and different outfit combinations for the opening.”
“Shirt on or shirt off?” You tease, earning you an arch of a brow from him.
“I did just get a new tattoo by my chest,” He playfully ponders, tapping a finger on his chin. “Worth showing off, right?”
“You’re so smug.” You roll your eyes, then kiss his cheek. “Just do you, babe.”
If anything, fatherhood has never dulled Johnny’s personality and self-expression. Sure, the dad jokes and mannerisms can be annoying, but if anything, it made him sweeter, more playful, and confident. So yeah, those shirtless looks or fitted ones that he still presents in public? It’s still there. So if the twins ask about it then cringe as they get older? Well, that’s a dilemma for future Johnny. For now, it’s all about self-expression and confidence, he’d say. And for them to look back and think have a cool dad.
Typical him.
“How are they still up?” Your attention is directed back to your two boys hovering around the TV in the living room, where his gaze drifts to. “They should be sleeping now.”
“Apparently, this show is so important to them.” You don’t realize the fond look on your face as you reply/
“Did they give you puppy dog eyes again?” He calls you out knowingly.
“No,” You try to fend yourself.
“They did.”
But if anything, Johnny knows when you’re lying. “Yes.”
“I figured.” He says. “Negotiating with them isn’t really your strong suit, babe.”
“Hey!” Before you could react any further, he’s out of your embrace with a shift in his posture as he walks towards the doorway of the living room.
He scans the room across, studying two identical figures squealing victoriously towards a thrilling scene on the TV. So identical you can almost mistake one over the other if not for the small mole above Hyunwoo’s eyebrow and a heart-shaped birthmark on Hyunyoung’s right shoulder. Sticky kernels of caramel popcorn leaves traces on their fingers and cheeks.
Habitually biting his lower lip in concentration, a few forehead crinkles appear in its wake. Clearly enough to you, that’s his thinking face. Then his eyes suddenly light up, followed by short nods.
“I’ve got an idea.”
Your next words barely made it out of your mouth as he charged towards the living room in all his 6 feet glory. Tiptoeing across the living room like a silly cartoon villain, the twins don’t notice until it’s too late as they’re too locked in with their show. Then with his tattooed muscular arms, he swiftly “attacks” by scooping your twins up by their tummies like they were the lightest pumpkins in the patch. You let out a gasp, then a giggle at how adorable and hilarious this move was.
“Appa!” They both protest, kicking and squirming at their father. To no avail, his grip was tight enough for them not to fall or hurt them. A menace, that’s for sure.
“Put us down!” Hyunwoo begs, looking up at him. “We’re almost done, promise!”
Johnny could only chuckle, if not mischievously, at their rather cute (yet useless) pleas and stubborn wiggles for escape and freedom. Call this one of his unique ways to teach them a valuable lesson.
“Kaja, kaja,” He repeats, heading towards the hallway to the path of their bedroom.
You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Your phone was out to capture the moment, wherein two tiny bottoms stick out while the arms of your husband held your boys.
Your tea can wait.
Johnny contained them long enough to reach the twins’ shared bedroom. Light hues of blue and white were painted on their walls, bold dinosaur and car bedsheets on their neighboring beds parted with a side table in between, assorted toys scattered on one side of the floor (their play area), and an orderly bookshelf with bean bag chairs near the window. Probably the only clean part in their space if not you always teaching them pack up after reading.
If only that was the same with their toys, except they insist to keep them there so they’re easily accessible.
With you right behind Johnny, he already put each twin down to their respective bed.
Instant protest bubbles to the surface.
Like tiny monsters invading cities, they both equally stomped around their beds with crossed arms and huffs of annoyance.
“Appa, we’re not sleepy yet!”
“Appa, we just wanted to reach the end!”
Hyunwoo with the dinosaurs and Hyunyoung with the cars,
Appa this, appa that. Johnny’s gotten used to their tantrums and times when they don’t get their way, filtering them out with clear direction on what he wants to teach them. If there’s anything Johnny values when he became a father, it’s for his kids to follow rules. Having ignored your words multiple times tonight, it wasn’t fair to you.
“Boys,” His voice deepened a few octaves, his posture straightened further.
The twins to stop their actions. Even you, leaning against the doorframe this time, paused at his tone.
Daddy’s big voice is on.
“It’s way past your bedtime, and didn’t eomma and I tell you we have to get up early so we have the whole morning for the park?”
“But daddy-”
“You guys get cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.” He continues. “How can have daddy have fun tomorrow when his boys are too cranky and sleepy?”
They shake their heads and quickly settle into their beds, almost afraid that tomorrow is ruined.
“Sorry, Appa!” They apologize in unison. “We’ll sleep now!”
While Johnny has a point and the discipline is needed, the “T” aspect of his MBTI can be quite too much for your young boys. Their worried expressions may make it harder to sleep, so this is where you step in.
“Alright, back it up, Mr. Seo,” Your hand pats his shoulder, brushing past him. “Let eomma handle them now.”
You sit first on Hyunwoo’s bed, his tiny hand reaching out and interlacing with yours. “We’re sorry, mommy.”
With a reassuring smile, you kissed his hand then his forehead. That earned him his calm grin in his lips. “It’s okay, Woo. Just promise me you’ll obey when I say enough is enough, okay?”
He nods, earning a soft cheek squeeze from you. “Good boy.”
While he snuggles into his soft bed, you move over to Hyunyoung’s bed. Already holding on to a storybook that was in his bedside earlier, he goes “Can we still have a story so we sleep better?”
Always the negotiator. “Still stubborn for bed, love?”
“If we can’t finish the show, at least a story can make it all better.”
Based on the graphics of the book, they’re the exact characters from their TV show. A good compromise, you’d say, even if the plot is different.
“Please, Eomma? Appa?” Hyunwoo sides with his brother, as always.
Before giving approval, you look up to where your husband stood. Arms crossed with an eyebrow perched, you let your eyes do the pleading. Just one story.
Weak when you yearn, he sighs in defeat. But a happy one. “Okay, one story.”
Your twins erupt in celebration, tiny arms in the air and kicking feet under the bed as if they won a huge prize. But before they can relish it, you caught on their sticky hands and honey-coated teeth.
“Wait!” You call out, holding on to Hyunyoung’s hand. “Bathroom. Now.”
“Eomma!” They collectively groan.
“Let’s brush your teeth and wash your hands before bedtime, kiddos.” One hand pats on each bed, urging them to get up and move. Even if they’re too cozy in bed, Johnny had a finger pointed to their bathroom.
“Listen to your mom, kids.”
Soon enough, they’re much cleaner and fresher. Sleepier if not for the lavender spray you spritzed in their bedroom that they like so much.
You settle in beside Hyunyoung in his bed, relishing his warm and light presence, while Johnny squeezes himself onto Hyunwoo’s side. Despite his larger size, Hyunwoo nuzzles closer to him. Your fingers gently flipped open the familiar, worn-out book but before you could start, Hyunyoung chimes in.
“Wait!!!” Hyunyoung chimes in, snatching the book from you. “Daddy should read to us!”
“Oh, yes!” Hyunwoo joins in, rolling on his side to where Johnny was cuddling him. “Please, daddy, please!”
Cute, repeated pleas reverb the room again, only this time it’s hopeful. When you think of it, it’s been a while since Johnny did bedtime stories. But it’s also been a while since the boys asked for a bedtime story, letting their toys and showertime naturally wear them out and off to bed.
Then they flash those familiar puppy eyes that even Johnny can’t resist.
“What do you say, Daddy?” You hand over the book. “Gotta give the people what they want.”
He chuckles as he takes it from you, already getting the boys excited.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s get cozy.” He says, flipping the worn out book open, where bright illustrations greet him along with big, bold text. “The Magic Golden Bell by Minseo Han” He recites. “There was once a happy boy named Minhyung who owned a magic golden bell…”
The words naturally fall out of his mouth, along with matching with the gleeful mood of the story. Soft and steady, his voice fills the room and quickly creates a sense of calm after all the prior chaos. This change in pace felt nice, and no matter how many times the tale has been read, the joy on your twins’ faces is a prize no money can pay.
Albeit sleepy as Hyunyoung’s little mouth yawns and Hyunwoo’s small knuckle rubbing his eyes, they pay attention to your tale.
But as little boys go, they eventually reach their limits just as you ended the story.
Quiet snores fill the air, along with small, unconscious squirms and wiggles in their bed. Hyunyoung’s head and hand rested on your chest, similar to when he was still a baby. He’s growing up to fast with his brother, you think.
With a heartfelt grin, you plant a kiss on Hyunyoung’s forehead, making him scrunch happily as you further tucked him in bed.
“Goodnight, Hyunyoung.” You greet. “Sweet dreams, love.”
“Night, eomma.” He manages to utter out while dozing dreamily.
Meanwhile, Johnny leans closer, brushing a stray hair from Hyunwoo’s forehead, whispering, “Sleep tight, buddy. Daddy loves you.”
“Night, appa, Night eomma. Wuv you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.” You’re right by his side to give a forehead kiss.
Johnny tucks Hyunyoung’s duvet closer to him, patting his head. “Sleep tight, kiddo. Daddy loves you.”
“Night, appa.” With his eyes doing its best to open to get a glimpse of him, “Happy birthday.”
With a crinkled smile, Johnny kisses his forehead. “Thank you. Get some rest now.”
As you kneel down to the level of their sidetable, your fingers click the button of their car-shaped nighlight. Turning around, Johnny was already by the door, switching the main light off so the nightlight can work its true power. But before any of you could leave, you both took in the peaceful sight for a few moments longer.
How lucky are you that this is your life now?
“Phew, that was tough.” You sigh.
Johnny smiles at you. “Worth it.”
“Sorry I missed dinner,” Johnny breaks the silence between you two as you pad back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass to push against the water dispenser on your fridge. The overhead light stays off, preferring the warm under-cabinet glow given the late time. Shoulders loosened, your parent cap is on break.
“It happens,” You shrug with a little tease in your tone. Pointing to his plate on kitchen island, covered by a lid, “You can heat up the food in the microwave.”
“Thanks.” He puts his glass down to grab his plate and do as told, pressing certain buttons before you hear the microwave turn on. Meanwhile, you grab another mug and filled it with warm water and a new tea bag since the first one has gone cold. Utensils too for your husband, who just took out his warm plate from the microwave. White rice, beef bulgogi, grilled vegetables you’d insist the twins eat for added nutrients but mostly failed. But good thing, your husband likes them. Between you and him, you were always the cook, while he’s an enjoyer of them.
As he sits across you, you hand over his utensils so he can take a bite. When he does, he hums in satisfaction.
“Good?”
He nods. “You always hit the right spot.”
You chuckle, grabbing a napkin to wipe off some rice that fell from the spoon.
“You know,” He says with that handsome grin of his, filled with nostalgia. “5 years ago, a late-night meal meant convenience store ramen at 3 am.”
“Now, it’s reheated dinner with all food groups eaten after bedtime.” You lift the tea bag up and place it on a small plate, sipping your mug. With a delighted smile, “Gotta set a good example for the boys.”
“Still a win,” He decides. “Even if their puppy eyes brought us to this chaos.”
Your soft eyes turn sharp, darting at him like laser beams. “Watch it, Seo.”
“Okay, okay,” His hands are up in surrender. “They definitely got their stubbornness from me.”
“A known fact,” You state firmly, then smile gradually. “But I gotta admit that you carrying them to their rooms was too funny.”
His laugh is deep and rumbly. “At that rate, they would be up all night if not for the caramel popcorn.”
“Which you bought for them on the way home.”
“Because they asked nicely and had stars on their test.”
“Admit you planted this chaos, Seo.” You challenged.
“I plead the fifth.” He fends himself, then returns to eating. Unhurried despite how hungry he clearly is, barefoot, hair messier than earlier due to the twins, no stage lights or cameras, it was just Johnny. Your Johnny. It’s grounding in a way that made you ache pleasantly.
“They were really into that show though,” He changes topics in between bites.
“They get that from you,” You reply. “You and your webtoon novels that you stay up later for.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Here we go again. “Should we bring out the receipts of the paid content you buy then?”
Hook, line, center. “Okay, sure. But at least I hide it better.”
“You literally went to Naver for your variety series and spoke with staff.”
“I’m just gonna,” He takes more bites of his meal, ignoring as you laugh at his sulkiness.
“I’m just messing with you, love.” Your finger wipes a fake tear, holding his hand. “If anything, you’re passionate and show your love when you can. Just look at how much the twins love you.”
His gaze softens at the mention of them, interlacing his hand with yours. “They’re good kids, (Y/N).”
“And it’s because we raised them the best we could,” You agree. “Even when they ignore bedtime.”
Johnny nods, putting down his utensils with his other hand on his now empty plate. “Hyunyoung’s getting sharper with his negotiating, while Hyunwoo is the soft one who also wants to get his way.”
“Double trouble alright.” You add. “They’re getting tougher to handle these days.”
“Agreed,” Johnny says, “And yet, they’re only this small for now.”
Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo just turned five last November, but given Johnny’s height, they’re already taller than most kids in their preschool and in the extracurricular activities they do. It’s quite the milestone, but there’s bittersweetness in knowing that they’re growing up so fast. They once fit your arms, and they’re nearly overtaking each other on Johnny’s lap. Then again, there’s anticipation on knowing who they’ll become over the days, months, years.
An irony that can exist harmoniously.
“You’re getting sentimental again, aren’t you?” Johnny points out so easily, standing up to walk across you and sit beside you.
“How can I not be?” You say with deep passion in your heart, sitting more upright towards his direction. “I still see them as my babies.”
“Makes sense when you can’t say no to them over their favorite tv show.”
“And you can’t?”
“I literally just did” He raises his tattooed arms, flexing them.
“Lifting them up to their bedroom doesn’t count, Seo.”
“Sure,” He shrugs nonchalantly. “But I didn’t cave into their last minute negotiations for more tv time.”
“But you did read them a bedtime story,” You follow up with the facts. “Just admit that even being T in your MBTI, they soften you up.”
“Never said they don’t,” He clarifies. “Sometimes, they just need to remember when no is a no.”
He has a point. In your dynamic, you tend to be more lenient while he’s like the final boss of a video game that can be difficult to win over. Hence, it’s important you’re there to intervene and doesn’t go too overboard and make them cry. But it hasn’t happened… yet.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Softie.” You singsong, standing up and reaching your hand out to him. “Now come on, I have a gift for you.”
“No way!”
Johny exclaims a little too loudly as he unwraps your gift in the living room, unveiling a new camera he’s been eyeing on. Ever since the twins accidentally pushed his favorite camera from its spot on the living room during playtime and broke pretty much everything, it took all your might to tell the twins to run to their room before Johnny shouted out profanities.
The camera was sold out in all of South Korea and the US. But if not for Yuta and his wife helping you out back in Osaka, they shipped the camera to your work office just so the boys in your house don’t go snooping around in the mail. And yes, the twins would do that with the wish they get new toys.
“But they’re unavailable everywhere.”
“Japan had some remaining stock.”
“But shipping must’ve been expensive.”
“Not when you’re friends with Yuta Nakamoto.” You saunter towards him, kissing his lips. “Happy birthday, John.”
And right on cue, the nearby clock chimes.
12:00 am.
Just as your lips parted from his, his hand pulls you in. Now sitting on his lap, the box where the camera is now on the table.
“I’ve waited all evening for this.” He murmurs, lips brushing your again before they deepen. His hands were all over your waist and lower back before resting on your butt, while yours tugged on his white tee. Feeling the warmth of his chest, his heartbeat was racing.
“Johnny,” You say breathlessly, feeling his lips trace your neck and collarbone, now exposed from your loose tee. He brushes your hair back, making your head tilt back to let him explore. Now, it’s making your heart pound. “Johnny…”
As your lips repeat his name, he hushes you with a finger against your lips. Eyes dark with desire, his thumb rubs small circles over your hips. “Shhh, just us. Just for now. You and me.”
Eyes locked on his, something primal takes over you as your lips wrap around his point finger. In your mind, something else came in mind when you did that.
Something… thicker. Longer. Him at his prime.
“Fuck, baby,” He curses under his breath, hands tugging you closer to him wherein his hardness moves against your growing wetness. His lips collide again with yours, making you moan a little louder. “Need you to be inside.”
“Yeah?” You teasingly grind on him, but it’s short-lived when his hand slides inside your tee to squeeze your free breast.
“Panties. Off. Now.” His finger toys with your nipple. “And keep it down, yeah? Don’t wanna wake the kids up, right?”
With a handsome man like Johnny as your husband, it’s easy to follow his orders. Heck, arousal is practically effortless. While you’ve had your fair share of being on top and dominant, being on the receiving end tends to be your default. And you know what? You enjoy that a whole lot, especially when Johnny knows how to please you.
As you ride his cock on the loveseat while he thrusts upwards for added pleasure, your hands grip on his shoulders from the sensations leverage. Clothes discarded over the living room floor, soft music playing to muffle the slapping sounds of your body, and forgotten plates on the table, all that really mattered in the moment was being close and intimate with your love. Your back arches when his cock hits a sensitive spot, hips brushing against each other with your breath mingling with his.
“So fucking beautiful,” He whispers against your ear, his thumb rubbing your throbbing clit that makes you gasp. “Mine, all mine.”
As your legs shake and his breath hitches more, your high crashes down first with a desperate cry. He followed a mere minute, a helpless grunt escapes his lips as liquid warmth paints your inner walls. The two of you stay there for a beat, catching your breaths and grounding yourself back to the present. Your head rests on the crook of his neck, wherein his lips kiss your temple.
“Best birthday gift ever.” He rasps, feeling his cock soften inside you.
With a grin, you pull back and kiss him deeper again. With pure love and devotion, it was like a private celebration wherein only you two are allowed to witness. Time remains elastic as your heartbeats even out and stay close. Everything about this moment is familiar, a dance you’ve shared a multitude of times, yet each time sparks something new, something exhilarating. As his hands explore your naked back, memorizing every curve, mark, dimple…
Wah.
Wah.
Wah!!!!!!
Through the nearby baby monitor, a set of soft to progressively strong wails echo through.
Instantly, a mood breaker that pops your little bubble with Johnny.
Naturally, you disentangle yourself from Johnny’s hold to hastily change back to your clothes before things escalate. White tee, panties, then shorts. Johnny follows suit, but stays shirtless and keeps his grey joggers. Dad mode: on once again.
You were reluctant at first to go, bummed out at the interruption, Who wouldn’t be when private time with your husband has gotten rarer. But then again, your family was everything to you. Without a second less, you both make your way towards your bedroom, hand in hand, where the prime source of wails lay.
In a pristine-white crib by your side of the bed, your entire being immediately softens at the wide-eyed baby in her grey swaddle, resembling a starfish who squirms, babbles, and wails all the same time.
“Aigoo,” Johnny lean forward to let his fingers trace the chubby cheeks of your 8 month old baby girl, Hyunae, with her pursed lips and deep gaze towards the ceiling. “Is Little Miss Hyunae too excited to celebrate daddy’s birthday or feels a little lonely tonight, mhm?”
Her reply? A wide “O” expression in her lips, then a toothless grin showcasing her pink gums. If anything, his voice grounds her. She wiggles a little bit more, earning a chuckle from both of you.
“Alright, Little Miss,” His arms scoop her up, cradling her more comfortably. “It’s daddy’s birthday already. Your first one, so you need to rest like your older brothers so we can all have fun tomorrow.”
She just stares at him, unfocused and deadpanned, as if asking herself “What is the weird man saying and where is my milk?”
“Jeez, John,” You lean over to kiss the little girl’s forehead, who then beams excitedly. “Use easier words on her.”
“I would,” He thinks deeply. “Except she did just interrupt us having birthday sex.”
“Johnny!” You gasp, slapping his shoulder. “She’s a baby!”
“Am I wrong?” He challenges.
“Don’t make me answer that.” Again, life with 3 kids, specifically twins and a baby, disrupted your sex life multiple times. But there’s no need to bring that up again.
“No answer is an answer, love.” He teases as he kisses your forehead. “But hey, at least she’s cute.”
He continues to rock her, humming a familiar lullaby tune that works on the twins back and works the same on her. Slowly, her tiny eyes droop down and drifting back to sleep after a momentary lapse in her flow. Lately, she’s gotten much better with getting through the night. There are still instances, just like tonight, but if anything, she’s everything and more.
“Gosh,” You awe at her, resembling the same brown eyes of Johnny but with your lips and nose. Since she was born, you were elated to have a girl. Your own little girl. “She’s just perfect.”
He nods. “Just like her mother.”
You stand back to let him do his magic on your daughter, hushing and comforting her back to bed. It’s moments like this that you’ve envisioned when you started settling down. A beautiful home, a loving husband, amazing kids, and complete security in your identities as you, a wife, and mother.
As Johnny finally puts Hyunae back in her crib, your arms hug his side.
“Love you,” You mutter. “Happy birthday, Johnny.”
“Thank you,” He replies, pulling you in closer. “This is the best birthday gift ever.”
“Which one?”
“Our family.”
As the late night starts to deepen, you and Johnny just stand there, shoulders brushing, heart still racing, letting the quiet intimacy of just being together linger.
The city hums outside. Your home is calm again.
The chaos waits for later, but for now, you’re still in the moment.
CONTENT AND BLESSED FOR THE LIFE YOU’VE BUILT WITH JOHNNY SEO.
Johnny wasn’t typically the jealous type, especially not around his members. They were all very physically affectionate so the fact that you hugged most of them or were touchy with them wasn’t a big deal. However, Jaehyun and Haechan were far beyond affectionate. They were clingy and genuinely obsessed with you.
As soon as he met you, Haechan wanted to hold hands constantly and made sure your fingers were always interlaced. He would also make it a point to come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, even if Johnny was right next to you, and Jaehyun was just as bad. He kissed you. He would give you forehead kisses and when saying hello, goodbye, good morning, goodnight, happy halloween, any greeting- he gave you a kiss on the cheek. These weren’t quick pecks either, Jaehyun would let his lips linger.
Johnny wasn’t the jealous type but for some reason, Johnny was losing his shit tonight. The company had decided to have a massive end of the year party, and Johnny fought with the manager to be able to bring you with him- he was quickly regretting that decision.
He spent the last hour and a half watching Haechan and Jaehyun essentially grope you. Haechan had his hands all over you and Jaehyun was clearly making up excuses to kiss you far more than usual, and Johnny was vibrating with anger. He decided against killing his members and stayed seated at his table knowing it was the only way he wouldn’t blow up.
“Hi, baby!” you walk up with Jaehyun’s arm around your waist and Haechan’s fingers interlocked with yours.
To your surprise, he doesn’t answer and just stares at his beer on the table.
“Earth to Johnny?” Haechan jokes.
“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t see you there. You finally decided to grace me with your presence,” your boyfriend responds flatly.
You scoff, taken aback, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you’ve spent the last hour or so giving fuck me eyes to these two fuckers.”
The boys freeze, realizing now that Johnny is pissed and it’s their fault.
“Oh wow, Jaehyun- look at that thing over there!”
“Wha- oh wow, yeah, that’s- we gotta go look at thatovertherebye-”
“Johnny Suh- are you jealous?” you joke after the boys have left, not realizing how upset your man really is.
“Wait, baby, are you seriously jealous?” you say softly, not wanting to hash out something so vulnerable out in the open. He grabs your hand and drags you out to the balcony and leans against the railing, not looking at you.
“No one else…” he murmurs.
“Huh?”
“No one else,” he repeats, meeting your gaze, “No one else gets to touch you or feel you or taste you like I do.”
“Baby-”
“You let those two idiots touch what’s mine. I saw Jaehyun kiss your neck and Haechan’s hand get right above your ass. It was pretty obvious what they were doing and what they wanted, sweetheart-” he says, venom laced in his tone and you freeze. Johnny had never had any issues before with the guys being affectionate. However, now in retrospect, it was probably not as innocent as you convinced yourself it was.
“You’ve liked having their hands and lips all over you haven’t you, you little slut?” he says, angrily pulling you in by your waist. “Maybe I'll take you out here on the balcony? I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to-”
Your eyelids flutter closed as you let out a moan.
“See baby? You know you’re all mine. Say it,” he says, tone softening and turning far more vulnerable, “Say you’re all mine... please-”
“I’m all yours, Johnny,” you breathe, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah you are,” he sighs in relief, “Let’s go home. I need you all to myself now.”
tags: @bluedbliss (thanks for liking the other ones <3)
The lesson finally ended and the classroom slowly began to empty. As you wrote your last few notes, your eyes drifted to Johnny. He was surrounded by a few female students, joking and laughing.Johnny was always known for being so friendly, it was no surprise that he was the most popular professor. That was what made you feel uneasy, you didn't know if you had feelings for him but every time you saw him so close to other students your heart ached. Because you couldn't be close to him like they did, you were always holding yourself back for some reason, you weren't attending his classes, you couldn't listen to him. The laughter between them practically echoed in your head, you stood up and quickly gathered your things. You couldn't help but ask yourself, why were you so shy? You didn't even have the courage to ask him anything when everyone was so relaxed.
You didn't even know why you were drawn to him, was it just because he was handsome? Or was it because he was so mature yet had such a fun personality? You didn't know. Yet you always preferred to stay away from him, afraid of doing something wrong, not wanting to remain the weird student in his eyes.
As you gather your things and are about to leave the classroom, you notice a girl approaching him and whispering. When she pull away, Johnny throws his head back slightly and laughs. You turned to the doorway and stood there, your eyes blurring. Should you just leave or should you do something? Even if you did, what would change?
Just then, Johnny catches sight of you and frowns slightly, realizing that you’re just standing there in the doorway, doing nothing. He interrupts the conversation and calls out, "Y/n? Did something happen? Do you want to talk?" You felt your heart race at this sudden interest, Johnny notices your concern and wants to talk, which makes you feel embarrassed. You turn around, Johnny still staring at you, and you pull yourself together when you notice the students around you are also facing you. "No...I was actually, uh...just going to leave." You cursed the shakiness in your voice. Johnny glanced at your face for a moment, it was obvious that something was wrong, but he couldn’t force you if you didn’t want to talk. "If you say so, but I'm here if you want to talk, okay?" You nodded slightly and quickly left. Johnny stared at the doorway for a while longer. He sat down, thinking about the worried expression on your face.
When you got home you threw yourself straight into bed, even when you closed your eyes the image of Johnny that came to your mind made you mutter a curse. The notification on your phone made you lose your thoughts.You open the phone and saw that your close friend had sent a message. 'We'll be at the usual bar tonight, you in?' Your hand went to write 'no' but you stopped, for a moment you thought that you actually needed this, you couldn't just sit here and waste time thinking about him. After deleting the message you wrote and writing another reply in its place, you stood up and opened your wardrobe.
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As soon as you stepped into the bar, you frowned at the loud music, your friend grabbed your arm and pushed you to the corner where you always sat. You glanced around briefly, it was full of people flirting each other, cigarette smoke making the atmosphere even more gloomy. Your friend put the drink she bought for you in front of you, You took the glass in your hand without thinking. Your friend watched with a smile in surprise when you bought a big sip. "Hey, slow down, you seem like you're in the mood today?" You laughed briefly, it was actually a day you were definitely not in the mood for.
The comfort that came with every sip and the thought in your head going away made you want to drink more. That bitter taste in your throat made your thoughts blurry. You drank for a while, you danced, you enjoyed the atmosphere. But Johnny kept coming back to your mind, and it seemed like he wouldn't go away no matter what you did. The thoughts made you frown, your head ached as the already noisy environment gave you a headache and you left the bar, went to a sidewalk and sat down. The cold wind that blew in the night made your body shiver, you tried to come to your senses. Hand went to your instant phone, you dialed Johnny’s number, you never even called him for lessons but you still kept his number in your phone.
You stared at the screen for a while, knowing that any decision you made from now on would be wrong due to your drunkenness. But you did it anyway, pressed the call button and waited. A few ringing sounds echoed in your ears, you buried your head in your knees, the pain was getting worse, as if it was a warning. "Y/n? I'm surprised you called at this hour, is everything okay?" Johnny’s concerned yet gentle tone made you smile sadly, a tear simply falling down your cheek.
Not getting an answer from you, Johnny got up from where he was sitting and closed the book in front of him, frowned and spoke again. “Y/n?” The way your name came out of his lips so beautifully made you laugh hysterically, you swallowed hard, tried to speak even though you couldn't properly. "I feel confused...I.. I don't know, I just wanted to talk to you..please don't...hang up." He realized that you weren't yourself because the words weren't coming out of your mouth properly. He took his important belongings and spoke as he left the house "Where are you? Listen to me, are you safe?"
You smiled, your heart beat faster as he was so worried and thinking about you, you mumbled "I'm at a party...It's too loud in here...And I...think I drank too much, I don't know." Johnny muttered to himself as he got into his car. "God, how much have you had to drink?" The fact that you weren't in control made him even more worried, so he started the car, hoping you weren't in danger. “Okay Y/n, now listen to me, take a deep breath, and tell me where you are.” You gave him the address in a half-asleep voice and mumbled words. Johnny hung up the phone and increased the speed, trying to get to where you were as quickly as possible.
You waited with your eyes half-closed, your head continuing to spin and ache. You closed your eyes with the oncoming car lights, you stayed like that for a while as the light hurt your eyes, when a tall figure passed in front of you and blocked this light, you raised your head and saw him. He helped you as you tried to stand up, but lost your balance for a moment, he held your waist tightly as you fell on him. The incoming voice caressed your ear, "I caught you." you lifted your head, your noses touching briefly. “You came for me. Why?”
The sudden question made him frown and he started to walk you towards the car. "Of course I was going to come, I care about you, after all you are one of my students." You leaned your head back as you got in the car. Johnny turned to you, started the car. "Tell me directions to your house, I'll take you there." You were silent for a while, you didn't want to go home, you wanted to be with him, after a while of silence, you turned your head to him. "So I'm just a student to you? That's all?" He looked at your face, took a deep breath and turned back to the road. "Then we're going to my house."
You were silent the whole way, and Johnny thought about you in that silence, not understanding what you meant by the question, or maybe he didn't want to understand. You rested your eyes for a while, finally opening them with difficulty when the car stopped. When you looked out the window you realized you had come to another house "This is not my house." Johnny turned his head to you "Since you didn't answer my question, that was the only option." He opened your door and grabbed your arms to make you stand up. You took a deep breath as you walked in his arms, his scent making you smile slightly, making you feel even drunker than you already were.
When you got home Johnny took you to the guest room and gently made you lie down on the bed. "You're lucky there aren't any classes tomorrow." you grinned, looking at him with your eyes half-open. “You didn’t answer my question either.” Johnny looked at your face for a moment, then brushed your hair away from your face. “What question?” you held his hand as he was about to pull it away from your hair, he tried to understand what was happening for a moment, and then he looked at your hands. “Am I just a student to you?” The question came again and made him swallow. He pulled his hand away from you and looked away. “You all are.”
"Then why are you so different towards me, you laugh and have fun around others but...not with me." He stood up and put the blanket over you "Are you asking that? You're the only student who doesn't attend my classes and doesn't care about my exams, Y/n." You thought, it was actually true, but it was always easier to blame others. As Johnny was about to turn around and leave, you grabbed his wrist, making him turn back to you. "I care, you have no idea how much I actually care." Johnny sat back down, "Is that so? Because you stubbornly keep failing my exams. I was going to talk to you about it, but-"
"I didn't say I cared about the exams." You didn't even realize what you were saying, the things you would regret when you woke up in the morning were suddenly coming out of your mouth under the influence of alcohol. He looked at you in disbelief, thinking you were just talking nonsense because you were drunk. "What are you talking about, Y/n?" You stayed silent, trying to silence yourself but keeping it inside was making you feel worse. "I care about you." Your words were running through his head, considering that you were out of your mind, you were likely to say nonsense, so even though he was confused, he thought about not taking it seriously. "You better get some sleep now, Y/n."
He got up from the bed, watched him as he turned and walked away. "What can I do to make you smile at me like the others?" He stopped in his tracks, looked at you and stared at you for a while, you felt yourself tense up as his steps moved towards you again, guess you had gone a little too far. He leaned towards you, the whisper of his voice giving you goosebumps. "Try not to be a coward, Y/n. Don't keep looking and running away, come here and see how well I'll treat you." He came closer and gave you a faint kiss on the forehead. You held your breath for a moment. He pulled back and smiled softly. “Good night.” Those were the last words you heard from him, he left the room and turned off the light. Left you alone with your thoughts in the dark room.
C.(S). Johnny Suh x Reader | WC. 1311| G. Angst-ish/Fluff-ish |
The invisible weight of your future weighed down your shoulders, keeping you hunched over your far too-small study table.
In the centre sat your trusty desktop computer, glowing bright with multiple tabs running simultaneously as you tried to complete your study notes
Bright neon-coloured sticky notes stuck haphazardly around the monitor frame, close to falling off and onto the desert of books and papers distributed on the width of the table top.
Typing away you glance above the monitor to the glowing numbers “2:55 a.m.”
A sigh escapes your lips as you lean back on your computer chair, tugging off the hairband you had perched on your head to keep hair from falling across your eyes.
Closing your eyes, you try and locate all the areas of your body threatening to cramp up if you continue to study is such an awkward position.
It had been nearly an hour and half since you had stretched your limbs, now they were desperately in need of some blood flow. It had also been nearly three hours since you had eaten something, your stomach joining the protest alongside your aching joints.
As you get up to stretch your legs and maybe grab a bite to eat, you’re startled by a knock to your balcony window.
You jump slightly before turning your head to make eye contact with your early morning intruder.
Johnny stands on your balcony, slightly hunched over, due to the dim lighting you can only make out a few bruises on his face. He gives you an expectant look, not used to your usually unlocked balcony not budging as he tried to open it.
Sighing you walk over to unlock it and let him in.
“I know you like to drop by unannounced but can you please use the front door and pretend to be an upstanding citizen of society?” You’re quick to nag about his behaviour as you walk to turn on the main bedroom light he walks past the door frame and takes a seat on your bed, ignoring your words quite blatantly.
With the light on, instantly illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow, he winces at the much too bright lightning, eyes slowly adjusting.
With the room lit up, you can clearly see the bruises and cuts littered on his face. Bottom lip busted, not to mention his knuckles; cracked and blood-crusted skin, bruises and the usual rough calluses.
You felt your heart sink, uneasiness settling in the pit of your empty stomach. Without a word, you head to the bathroom squatting down as you open the cupboard and pull out your first aid kit—it too had seen many nights like this. You walk back towards your bed, where he remains seated, his jacket off with luckily no more injuries to be spotted.
Though not the worst he’s ever shown up to your abode at untimely hours, silently asking you to tend to his wounds, you couldn’t prevent the worry over what event took place to leave him battered like this every time.
He used to joke, whenever you questioned the cause of his condition, “You should see the other guy.” Lately, it had been quiet though, the two of you careful not to break the silence with pointless small talk.
He with his eyes closed, head tilted back letting you do your magic. And you, gently applying the anti-septic and bandages trying not to let it sting, though even if it did he never winced at the contact.
You finish up applying a small bandage to his cheek, cut up from presumably a piece of jewellery between a punch some unlucky bastard succeeded in landing.
Sensing you moving away, he opens his eyes just as you stand from your seat beside him, he tugs at your arm. Caught off guard you stumble and land in his lap, right where he intended you to go.
“thank you..” He whispers into the shell of your ear, holding you somewhat dangerously close.
The acknowledgment of his gratitude gets stuck somewhere in your throat, unable to rid your head of the feeling of his hand gently clasped around your bare arm and his warm breath on your neck now.
“...its not that bad babe.”
He already knew that your head was swirling with worry about how and why he showed up bloodied and bruised, how many nights followed this same pattern?
“I know...But-” He presses his lips to your mouth, silencing your over-worrying.
Sighing into the kiss, you let yourself relax in his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders... Pushing the worry to the back of your head, at last he was here in front of you alive and standing (well sitting now).
He pulls away, resting his head against your forehead, the two of you silent for moment, catching your breaths.
“....When’s your exam?” He asks burying his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder.
“monday...” You whisper.
“Do you need my help studying?” He mumbles in your neck, the action tickling your skin.
“Johnny Suh,” You use his full name but there is teasing snip to your tone. “I think you’ve helped me learned anatomy enough with bandaging your injuries.”
He lets out a small laugh against your shoulder.
“Then let's, rest for a bit yea?”
You contemplate the offer, comfortable in his arms and you still had plenty of time to finish studying.
“I’ll let you draw the names on me…” You were already sold but his offer pulled a grin to your cheeks.
“You’ve convinced me, Suh.” Grinning he presses another kiss to your lips.
“But first a shower ok, then bed.”
You detach yourself from his arms and he’s quick to follow you up, but before you can walk away fully, he pulls you in by the waist. Lips low to your ear.
“Shower or shower~?” he questions, an air of flirtation in his tone.
“Shower. ALONE.” You stress, turning yourself in his arms to look into his eyes, asserting your stance.
You two stand there, silently battling it out through your eyes. Him with his most pitiful pleading eyes while you stood your ground narrowing your eyes in challenge.
It doesn’t take long for him to concede, no match for your stubborn rules and routine.
“Can I at least get a kiss for emotional support?” Batting his eyes in plea.
Rolling your eyes, you plant a quick kiss to his lips and pull his arm towards the washroom.
“Ow ow, babe I’m hurt”
“Yeah yeah, I know how hurt you are.” Now in front of you, you push his back forward towards the washroom. “Chop chop babe~!”
His whines are drowned out as soon as he’s inside and you begin to walk back to your desk to clean up.
As you begin to clean up your notes and books, the scent of fresh soap fills your senses as Johnny is back quick as bullet, wrapping his arms around your waist. You halt your previous movements and let yourself relax in his arms.
Your sweet moment is interrupted when you feel a cold gust of wind blow through the room, you turn your head towards the balcony and see that the door is wide open.
“John-NY!” you nag as you rush out of his arms to close the door and cast away the cold intruder.
“Oops” he recalls only lightly shutting the door behind him. He walks behind you to wrap his arms around you once more. “..I’ll make sure to close the balcony door next time babe.” He plants a tiny peck to your crown.
“Next time you’ll use the apartment door,” you side-eye him, arms crossed in annoyance.
“Ah yes, the door.” He chuckles, leaving another kiss on your head, finding your anger endearing.
You know he'll probably be at your balcony again sooner or later.
Johnny took you to the little bookstore you were rambling about all week, and you were so excited to pick out some books you've been meaning to buy. Plus, the little bookstore created such a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere that you couldn't help but be enticed by the beauty.
"Pick whatever you want," Johnny said nonchalantly. "I’ll pay." Your eyes widen at him, in shock that he was so cool about this.
"It's fine, I can pa -" He gently cupped your jaw as your eyes met. "Let me pay, please."
"Really? Are you sure?" Your eyebrows furrowed in response.
"Y/n," Johnny started, bending to whisper in your ear. "I am paying, and that's final."
Your heart fluttered at the heat of his body so close to yours. You didn't think Johnny noticed the peak in your heart rate, but you knew he could tell when you looked up to find him smirking.
"So, I'm going to go get coffee," he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head before eyeing the bookshelves. "Have fun book shopping, my love. I'll be back in 10."
"Maybe in 20?" You smiled innocently at Johnny.
"Buy as many books, even hardcover books, as you want," Johnny laughed, knowing how much you loved the hardcover books.
"I will be back in 30." Johnny smiled and headed towards the coffee shop.
Johnny left you surrounded by the enchanting aroma of books and the soft rustling of pages being turned by other people in the shop. The bookstore held an undeniable charm, its narrow aisles filled with shelves stacked from floor to ceiling with books of every genre imaginable.
You began pursuing the shelves, running your fingers along the spines of various books, each one a potential treasure waiting to be discovered. As you explore the aisles, you start to stock books in your hands.
You found yourself drawn to a section of your favourite literature. You picked up a beautifully bound hardcover edition of your favourite book. Questioning whether you should buy another version of it or not.
As you continued your research, you stumbled across a few other books you were hesitant to buy, and Johnny´s encouragement gave you the courage you needed.
When you turned into the next aisle, you heard, "I see you've been busy." Johnny teased you with coffee in hand and a big smile across his face.
Johnny placed both cups on the empty shelf and walked towards you to pick up the books in your arms. He carefully took them. "Are you sure these are all the books you wanted?"
I looked at him and smiled. "I think so."
While Johnny headed to the checkout with all the books I had chosen, I took both cups from the shelf and headed after him.
He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.
Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.
He couldn’t be more wrong-
The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.
As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-
A gasp breaks the silence.
“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.
He licked his lips, making his way closer.
“Yes, darling”
“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.
He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”
“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.
He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.
“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.
He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.
“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.
“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”
“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.
He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-
-and he lost it.
Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?
Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.
“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.
“You should take a shower, it’s late”
He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”
The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”
“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.
“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.
He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”
“-hopefully with nothing on”
note:
hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨
Pairing: Johnny x female!reader
Word count: 6.2k
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: swearing, mentions of other members, consumption of alcohol and nothing else to think of lol
Summary: Your classic dilemma of make-up or walk out. Sequel of “come back home”. You will have to read the first one for you to understand this hihi.
Disclaimer: The characters in the story are fictitious and do not reflect or resemble the idols mentioned in real life. It is not in the slightest way legit. Any resemblance to any actual life events and happenings is purely coincidence and is not intended.
AN: Hey!! So this is the sequel of my other fic Come Back Home. I had fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy this one! :)
Johnny woke up at the sound of a loud knock. He jolted up from the couch where he sleeps. He’s been sleeping there for two months now, since you left he cannot bear to sleep in the room you used to sleep in.
He’s hopeful to see you as he walks to the door to open it, expecting to see your face. Johnny’s smile dropped when he saw someone else.
Taeil and Haechan are carrying grocery bags in both hands.
“I already told you that you shouldn’t have done this. I can take care of myself.” Johnny said as he helped them carry the bags inside to the kitchen.
Taeil looked around the house as he took out from the bag the grocery they bought. It’s a mess. There are dishes by the sink, a lot of empty bottles of beer on the floor, every picture frame is collecting dust and there are piles of laundry by the bathroom door.
Haechan went straight to the windows and balcony to open them wide. The stench of the house is becoming more and more unbearable for every week they visit him.
Johnny did not bother to clean his house but there’s one room that remained clean. The bedroom. He didn’t dare to touch anything inside that room, he did not dare sleep on the bed you last slept in, he did not move where you last put your hairbrush, nor where you last put your favourite lipstick. He’s been keeping memories of you inside that room and everyday he would go inside and sit by the door as he imagined you walking around just like how he remembered you used to do.
A week after you left, Johnny requested to be put on indefinite hiatus, which the company assured him that he doesn’t have to but he insisted. He stopped worrying about his solo debut, nor the years he put in to build his career. Yes they were important to him, but they will mean nothing if you weren’t there to support him.
2 months ago
Three sentences. He read three sentences over and over and over again as if it would change what’s written inside if he read it the next time.
You left and he could not believe it. He remained seated at the dining table while he thought about where you could have been. He wanted to make calls to your friends, but he doesn’t know any of them. He doesn’t know any of your workmates either, not even by their name or face. The only people he knows that you are friends with are his friends. Realization hits him hard that you’ve been living your life according to him, you’ve been adjusting your life and living this way so he could live his normally.
Johnny is close to having a breakdown just continuously staring at his phone, clueless who to ask about your whereabouts. He felt so lost, he didn't know where to start when he suddenly remembered that the last person you were with was Taeyong. Hands trembling, he searched through his phone to look for Taeyong's number and immediately called it.
Taeyong on the other hand expected that Johnny would be calling him sooner or later. He’s been preparing for it and been answering his possible questions in his head.
He sighed before he slid to answer, “Hello?”
He could hear Johnny’s heavy breathing on the other side of the phone “Taeyong, did I wake you?” He noticed that his friend’s voice was trembling.
“No. I don’t think I’m going to sleep today. What’s up?”
“Do you know where y/n is?” Johnny did not waste time anymore and went to ask Taeyong straight ahead.
Even though Taeyong already expected this question, he couldn’t help but get nervous answering it.
“Sorry Johnny but I don’t know where she is.”
Johnny is not buying it. He knows something, he should know something. “Please, Taeyong. You’re the last person she’s with.” Johnny reasoned out, begging can be heard from his voice.
This is the kind of situation Taeyong was afraid to be at. Is he going to help his friend, or the person he cherishes? But he already gave his promise to you and he is a man of his word.
“I just dropped her off at your apartment. Isn’t she there?” Taeyong tried to sound more convincing and it worked.
Johnny broke down to tears as he tried to answer Taeyong’s question. “No. She’s not here. Her clothes are gone, her stuff is not here either. I think... I think she gave up on me.”
The last words were difficult for him to admit. He couldn’t believe how he survived a month without you by his side, he couldn’t believe that he could be such an asshole to you. You. You are his life, his everything. How did he manage to turn you away?
Taeyong can’t find the right words to say, he remains silent as he listens to Johnny’s cries until Johnny decided to end the call.
There could be another way to find you. There has to be. Johnny opened up your bank account to check if you’re checked in a hotel, but there’s nothing there. Nothing that could help Johnny. Out of desperation, he tried calling other people even though he knew that they're not be of any help at all. He even tried ringing your phone multiple times even though it’s not in service anymore.
He called everyone he could think of except one. Your family. He didn’t know where he got the face and courage to call your family for help, but he did. He called your brother Minho hoping for good news from an old friend.
“What do you want?” Minho asked. Your brother couldn’t believe that Johnny actually had the gut to call him after a month of not reaching out to them or to you.
“Hyung.” Johnny cried. “I’m so sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” Minho hissed. “For treating my sister like shit? Johnny, we trusted her in your care because you promised you'll take care of her. Why did you do that? She had no one there, she only has you.”
“I’m really really sorry Hyung. I have no excuse. I.. I need her hyung.” Johnny barely finished what he was saying. He couldn’t stop crying.
Minho scoffed. “And she needed you Johnny, but where were you?”
“Please help me, hyung. Do you know where she is? I’m begging you please tell me where she is. Let me make it up to her. I can’t... I can’t live without her.” Johnny begged. He couldn’t think straight anymore on how to convince your brother, he spoke his heart out but it doesn’t feel enough.
“I can’t help you Johnny.” and Minho ended the call.
He tried to ring Minho’s number again a few more times but his number has already been blocked. Johnny felt so helpless. Everything he has is fading away. His career is on the line, the group’s name is in shambles, the love of his life left him behind. Being unable to do anything about them is what frustrates him most.
Johnny didn’t know how he got through the day. He stayed on the bedroom floor feeling so sorry for you, for all the nights that you spent alone in that apartment and how he expected you to sleep alone in that bed that both of you shared. He took one of the clothes you left behind that were all bought by him and hugged it. It smells just like you. If only he knew that you have plans of leaving he would've not stayed behind the dorm that night, he shouldn’t have let his pride made decisions for him. If he just told you the problem right away he would’ve not been alone right now. If only he didn’t act like a complete asshole then maybe he’s not desperately trying to make himself calm down. Johnny has been drowning with all of the would haves he could've done but none of them would bring you back.
It's been 2 weeks since you left and Johnny never missed a day to be hopeful. Everyday he would gladly clean the apartment and do his usual chores, and when the night comes at 7:30 he would boil water and make tea for you just like how you wanted it. He would set the teapot on the table and sit by it just looking at the door, patiently waiting for you to come home. He would usually wait for two hours or longer, and when he realizes you're not coming back home tonight he would drain the tea in the sink and cry himself to sleep.
Johnny spent another two weeks alone watching pictures of you and him on his laptop. There are days that he desperately misses you, he smiles and talks to himself pretending you're there. He keeps on reminiscing the night he took you out on that date, the last time he kissed your lips, and the last night he made love to you. Just like that, tears started to flow. Johnny doesn't cry easily, but these days it seems like all he can do is cry.
He exhausted every possible way to find you but one. He's almost sure that you're there, but he's scared to take the chance. What will he say to you? 'I'm sorry I was a dick, but please take me back?’ He knows you deserve an explanation and he's more than willing to give you that, but he doesn't know how to start. He knows himself, he knows he'll start crying the moment he sees you. But he decided 4 weeks of torture is enough and it's time to bring you back home.
He didn’t know what would happen, but it's worth the shot. He shouldn’t just stay at home and wish for you to come back, he knows he would completely lose his sanity if he spent another day without you.
With the same duffle bag he came home 4 weeks ago, he took a cab to the airport. A lot of people are following him with surprised gaze and couldn't believe that Johnny Suh is in the airport completely alone, no manager, no bodyguards, literally alone. Johnny took his chance to book the next flight to Canada as soon as he could. He knew that the press would be here any moment now, considering that his dating scandal is still a hot topic right now not only in Korea but also worldwide.
He didn't consider checking in the only bag he packed, he just ran straight to the VIP lounge to keep himself away from the cameras as he saw reporters coming in the airport from different entrances. A manager would be helpful right now, but he doesn't have the time to ask for permission anymore.
30 minutes til they open the gate. Johnny took this time to leave his manager a message and email the company that he would be leaving Korea with no definite date of return. Johnny knows he’s just pushing everyone’s button by this point, but he couldn’t care any less.
Johnny arrived at Vancouver airport after an 11 hour flight. Memories of you and him came flooding in, but this isn’t the time to reminisce when everything he has with you is in shambles. He wasted no time and rode a cab to your house.
His chest tightens as the cab turns to a familiar street. Your street. He didn’t know how he managed to get out of the car and walk to your front door with weak knees. Palms sweating, hands shaking, he rang the doorbell. He’s been thinking of things he wanted to tell you even before he left Korea, but now that he’s standing outside your house he cannot seem to find the right words to say.
A few seconds felt like eternity when the door opened. An unfamiliar face welcomed him with a confused look. Johnny looked behind the person in front of him scanning the inside of the house then glanced at the address written by the door, he’s convinced that he’s at the right place.
“Uhm. Hi. Is y/n home?” Johnny asked, but the person in front of him gave him a look as if he couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“Who?” The latter answered. Johnny is slowly losing hope. He could feel his broken heart start breaking a little bit more.
“Y/n Choi? Short girl, black hair. She lives here with her parents and her brother?” The confused look remained on the stranger's face. “She lives here. They all live here.” Johnny’s voice started to tremble.
“There is no such girl who lives here. Maybe they were the previous tenants? But I have no idea where they are now.”
He could feel that his world collapsed over him. This is impossible, this is his last and only hope. This only happens in dramas, this couldn’t possibly be happening to him right now.
“Tenants? No. They’re not tenants here. They own this house. Y/n and his brother grew up in this house. They’re not just tenants, this is their home.” Johnny is desperate and now looking delusional.
Johnny scared the person in front of him, he heard an apology and then the door shut. He was so sure that he could find you here, he was hopeful to finally talk to you and apologize to you, but he’s back to nothing. Back to square one, back to being clueless on where to find you.
Little did he know, you were just upstairs listening to the conversation he was having with your aunt. Minho was by your side caressing your back with a concerned look on his face. You smiled at him to assure him that you’re okay, but both of you know that you aren’t even close to being okay.
You were so tempted to go downstairs and greet him with a hug. You looked down to your 2 months pregnant belly, it just looks like a bloated tummy but life is forming inside of it and it's yours and Johnny’s. No matter how much you want to reconcile with him, you can't, he has to fix himself first before he brings you back to his mess.
You knew he’s coming any time soon when you read in several articles that he was caught booking a flight in Incheon airport about 10 hours ago. He was reported to be fleeing, but it’s not that, you know exactly why he’s leaving Korea.
When you heard the front door closed, your brother asked you once again if you’re okay. You nodded and went into your room. Your bedroom window is just above Johnny, you could hear his cries from outside and it broke your heart. You keep whispering you're sorry when you know you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s just you have never heard Johnny cry before and this is the first time.
Johnny didn't leave your front door, he’s been sitting there for 3 hours now while fiddling with his phone trying to contact your brother and your parents but he couldn't get ahold of them. He's sitting in front of your house sobbing, looking so helpless.
You're looking at him through your window as you take out your phone and dial Taeyong’s number. He answered it almost instantly. “Hi y/n.”
“Uhm Johnny’s..” Taeyong interrupted you.
“Mark and I just arrived but we're already taking a cab to your place, can you send me your address again?”
You sighed in relief. “I couldn't thank you enough Taeyong, but thanks. I'll text it to you right away.” and you ended the call.
You took a deep breath and sighed as you typed your address to Taeyong. When you saw the articles about Johnny being seen at the airport, you immediately called Taeyong. You asked him for his help to take Johnny back to Korea or at least be there for their friend. You almost sounded like you're begging to him and Taeyong could never say no to you. Right there and then, Taeyong booked two tickets to Vancouver even before he asked Mark for company.
Taeyong is always one step ahead of everybody, he knew you’d call for help when you saw the news. As much as it breaks his heart to see you or hear you crying because of his friend, he couldn't get away from you.
Taeyong was quietly looking out the window of the cab, deep in his thoughts when Mark talked to him.
“Why are you doing this Hyung?” Taeyong looked at him confused, but Mark answered back even before he could even ask what he meant. “We all know that you like y/n. But why are you doing this? You’re just hurting yourself.”
Taeyong smiled sadly at him and put his hand on the back of Mark’s nape and caressed it. He wishes he could give him an answer, but it’s the same question he asks himself everyday. It’s not like he can just stop liking you and distance himself from you, it’s easier to be said than done.
“She is just a friend, Mark. Nothing more, nothing less.” and that’s the truth. You’re just a friend and he accepted that defeat a long time ago because no matter how much he wanted to be more than just your friend, he can’t. His white flag has been up ever since the first time he laid eyes on you and the situation you are in right now is much more complicated than before. There is a life involved, an innocent life. He keeps reminding himself that if he truly cares about you, the least he can do is to help you fix your relationship with Johnny. Because that’s where you’ve always been happy... in Johnny’s arms. He promised himself that he’s going to let go of all the feelings he’s been feeling for you after he goes back to Korea.
Taeyong and Mark arrived at your house in 30 minutes. Taeyong immediately went out of the cab to talk to Johnny while Mark took Johnny’s stuff from your lawn.
You’re in your room looking out the window watching Taeyong and Mark pick up their crying friend from the curb side. You quickly hid from the window when you saw Johnny was about to look in your direction. You heard Taeyong and Mark persuading him to get into the cab and his cries got louder.
“This is her house.” Johnny said. “How can she not be in her own house Tae?”
Taeyong can only say “I know.” but that didn’t help him at all.
“I know she’s there. I can feel it. I just know it. She’s in there and she just doesn’t want to talk to me.” Johnny cried.
You closed your eyes and felt tears running down your cheeks. You felt so sorry, but you keep telling yourself that this is not the right time to talk to him yet. Johnny is not stable, he’s letting every important thing to him go to waste and you’re worried that if you tell him about the baby it would add up another responsibility on his shoulder that might actually wreck him.
“Y/N PLEASE!” Johnny screamed. Taeyong and Mark tried to quiet him down. “I just need to tell her that I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.” He almost sounded like he’s going to pass out by the way he’s catching his breath.
You heard whispers from Mark and Taeyong and a minute of Johnny just sobbing. You then heard car doors shut and a car driving away. You slowly looked out the window to check them and they’re not there anymore.
You plumped down on the floor and put your hands over your face to muffle your cries. A few minutes later your brother knocked on your door and opened it. He just looked at you with pity in his eyes, you couldn’t stop crying. Without any words, he sat beside you then hugged you. Unknowingly, your cries are now louder. Your parents ran up to your room immediately, but stopped by your door when they saw you in your brother’s embrace.
Since you arrived back in Vancouver, you have not shed a single tear. You smiled, laughed and acted as if the past 2 years in your life did not happen. You promised yourself that you will not cry again, that you will be strong for your baby. But seeing and hearing Johnny again after months of being away opened up all your fresh wounds wide.
You fell asleep while crying and Minho had to carry you to your bed. You woke up the next morning with a headache and feeling a little dizzy but you’re already used to morning sickness that it did not bother you at all.
You were going to reach for your phone on your bedside table to check if Taeyong left you an update, but you saw a familiar envelope. Your heart dropped. It’s just like any other white envelope, but you know exactly what’s inside. You opened it and you’re right, it’s the letter that Johnny wrote you. But as you take it out, a different piece of folded paper fell. You picked it up and read it.
My love,
I cannot begin to say how much I regret hurting you and how sorry I am for leaving you. I’m on a plane right now on my way to see you. I am writing this down because I know that the words I’ve already composed in my head will disappear right when I see you. If you’re reading this, it means our talk did not end well.
How are you? Despite everything, I genuinely hope you’re doing well. Me? I am not okay, everyday to me is a miracle that I am getting through life without you by my side. I used to love mornings, but now mornings are toture. I haven’t slept in our bed since the night you left, I couldn’t, it hurts so much y/n. All of your clothes have lost your scent now. Maybe because I am smelling them way too much but what else can I do? I miss you terribly.
I don’t know what I’m expecting to happen on this trip to see you. I’d be lying if I say that I am not hoping for you to come home with me.
The words I’ve said that day - I don’t mean them, I am so sorry. I regret saying them the moment it went out of my mouth. How I wished to take them right back but the damage has already been done. I really wanted to run after you but my feet were grounded on the floor. I couldn't comprehend what I just did to you. I have no words to explain myself because what I did is simply wrong. I have no face to show you. I am such an asshole and I don’t deserve someone like you but I hope you believe me when I say that I love you. I still love you. I will always be in love with you. I may have said a lot of spiteful things, but my heart for you is true. I talked without thinking. My mind was clouded, but my heart wasn't.
Please give me a chance to make it up to you. Give me a chance to love you the way you deserve to be loved.
I love you with all my heart and all I am and I will keep on loving you as long as time still counts.
You are my everything.
Johnny
I will be waiting for you in our place. Whenever.
You have no words. No words left to say, but your eyes speak for you. Months of trying to be strong only to admit now that you’re weak.
You wanted to see him right now, but you were reminded the day he called you names. Names you never imagined to hear from anyone, especially Johnny. You love him and there’s no doubt in that, but you’re hurt and the damage he caused you runs deep in your soul you don’t know how to start forgiving him. You don’t think you can just go back to him after everything that happened.
You were deep in your thoughts when you heard your phone vibrate, it was Taeyong calling.
“Good morning y/n. Sorry I wasn’t able to text you last night. We had a hard time taking Johnny back to our room from the hotel bar, but he’s okay now, he’s fast asleep. How are you?”
You sighed. You wanted to be honest, but you can’t put the burden on Taeyong anymore. “I’m okay Tae, thank you for asking. You? How long are you staying here?” You were shy to ask, but you wanted to know how long they will be staying in Canada.
No matter how much you tried to be subtle, Taeyong quickly picked up why you’re asking but he saved you from embarrassment. “Only a week y/n, but Mark will be staying for a little longer. He wanted to spend time with his family.”
A week. You only have a week to decide whether or not you’re ready to forgive Johnny. You’re not even sure if a week is enough, but it’s still time for you to think and contemplate what Johnny said in that letter.
“You’ve been very patient with me Tae, thank you. Can you tell Mark that I said thanks? Also that I am sorry for bringing him into this mess.”
“You can tell him, he’s listening.” Taeyong laughed and you heard Mark laughed as well. You snorted back your tears and laughed with them. “Actually I should be the one thanking you, I finally got to go home because of you. I’m actually going to surprise my mom later.” Mark shared.
The three of you talked for a while when you decided to bid goodbye for now. You’re worried that Johnny might wake up and find out that you still talk to his members, not that he would mind, but you don’t want him to feel that you’re going behind his back.
A week has already passed. Today is the last day. Johnny and Taeyong will go back to Korea tomorrow. You still don’t know what to do with that letter you just read, you don’t even know what to feel or what's the right thing to do. Everyday you feel the guilt eating you up for hiding your pregnancy from Johnny and for not giving him a chance to explain. He’s hurt too but all you can see right now is your pain and nobody should dare to question that.
“Dad. What should I do? I’m scared, what if he hurts me again?” You asked in the middle of breakfast. Your whole family looked at you because of your sudden and unexpected question.
“Y/n, I assure you that you will get hurt again.” Your dad answered. You stared at him to make sure he’s not making fun of you but he’s dead serious. “Choosing love does not guarantee anyone a painless relationship. You just have to choose the right person that is worth the pain. A person that is worthy of all the second chances you give. In this room, you are the only person that knows what kind of a person Johnny is. You have lived with him for two years, think of how he was then before he hurt you that one time.”
“Honey, I have to be honest.” your mom reached for your hand. “I just want to make it clear first that I am not siding with Johnny and what he did is still wrong, but have you tried listening to what he has to say?”
You looked down at your plate. You haven’t. You never let him talk to you so what’s there to listen to? He was an asshole and frankly you don’t think he deserves your understanding. You were hurt, just like him your mind is clouded. All you wanted was to get away from him, and you did.
You spent all day watching Grey’s Anatomy with Minho, but even though Mark Sloan is topless in front of you or Derek Shepherd is staring at your soul, you just can’t take Johnny away from your head and the talk you had with your parents. You’re wondering if he is being true to his words.
It’s been almost a week since he left you that letter, is he really waiting for you? You could only think of one place where he could be and you wanted to be sure.
“Minho, are you going anywhere tonight? Do you have work? Can I borrow your car?” You asked him.
He looked at you with confused eyes. “Sure you can, but where are you going? And why else do you think I’m still at home at 6 in the evening?” He joked.
You pinched him on his side and he jolted from his seat. He was going to get his revenge when you stood up and pointed at your belly to remind him that you’re pregnant.
“You’re just terrible. That is not fair! I can’t get pregnant!” he yelled as you made your way to the garage with keys in your hand.
You drove down to your favorite place. You haven’t been back there for some time now. Your heart pounded when you saw the shop, it still looked the same way it looked two years ago. You’re calming yourself, you just wanted to make sure. Nothing else.
You parked in front of the coffee shop and looked out the window to find him, and there he was. Seating at the back of the store where you were seated when he first saw you. He dressed up so simple, wearing white shirt and jeans, you noticed that he’s also wearing your favorite white cardigan that you always borrow from him. You miss him so much. You grip your wheel tighter as tears run down your cheeks.
You watched him look up with hopeful eyes every time the door opens and how his gaze looks down when he sees it’s not you.
“What else is stopping you y/n?” you asked yourself loudly as you softly hit your head on the wheel. You were having what seems to be the biggest dilemma of your life when you heard your phone ring.
You scanned it, it's an unregistered number. You looked up to Johnny and you saw him calling someone. You thought it was impossible that this could be him, he could have just called you the whole week. Despite the doubt, you answered your phone with your eyes still at him. “Hello?” You saw him close his eyes tightly and rested his forehead on his palm with a frown on his face. It is Johnny.
“Y/n. I’m so glad you answered. Please don’t end the call I’m begging you. You don’t have to talk to me but please listen.” the sound of his hoarse voice immediately brought tears to your eyes. Johnny sounds like he’s also close to tears.
“O-okay.” trying hard not to let him hear your pain.
Johnny was quiet for a second as if he was thinking what he would say next. You could almost hear the traffic of his thoughts, but he only came up with three words. “I am sorry.” you heard his sobs from the other line.
You covered your mouth with your hand. You didn’t answer but you can see Johnny crying inside the shop.
“The company found out about our date and they called me the next morning to come in. They wanted me to break up with you and I swear on my life that I told them that I am not going to do that, so they wanted me to move back in the dorms instead. I declined but…” Johnny contemplated on what he’s going to say next. “My solo career... it’s on the line and... and at that moment my career seemed more important than anything so I did what I was told, I moved out. I thought ignorance is bliss so I never told you what’s happening and I only did that because I thought you will always be at the end of whichever road I take. I took you for granted and I shouldn’t have done that. I know it’s stupid, I’m fucking stupid. I was under a lot of pressure from the company and I was trying to start a clean slate so when they asked me how we are, I told them that I’ve already broken up with you.” Johnny took a long deep breath “and then when the pictures were published, it scared me so much. I am too cowardly to blame myself so I tried putting the blame on you. It was not your fault, I was the one who set up that date. You didn’t know any better but I did, I know I have obligations with the company but I disobeyed them. I know I have commitments with you but I chose to break away from it. I made mistakes over mistakes and it drowned me. Hurting you is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life, I’m begging you y/n. Please take me back.”
He was crying so hard people were staring at him but he couldn’t care any less. You hung up on him and quickly went out of the car, you ran straight to the door of the coffee shop. All your worries, doubts, what ifs were pushed aside. There’s no use of hurting apart when you can end all the pain together. Johnny was devastated as he thought you just gave him an answer when you abruptly ended the call but was startled when he felt an embrace from his side. He looked and he saw you crying on his shoulder.
“Y/n” He cried out your name. Johnny opened his arms to tuck you in and you hugged him tightly burying your face to his chest. You felt your hair getting wet from his tears and he can feel his shirt get wet from yours but none of you dared to break away from the hug. Johnny is crying harder than he ever did but his heart is finally felt at ease.
Taeyong and Mark were parked behind your car watching the two of you hug from the outside. Taeyong is the one who gave Johnny your number, he’s also helped Johnny on what to say. He advised him not to force you to talk but make you listen instead.
“I thought it would feel satisfying to finally see them reconcile, but I didn’t know it would hurt like this.” Taeyong said as he wiped a stubborn tear that escaped from his eye.
Mark looked at him with pity. “Hyung..” He’s also close to tears as he watches his older brother take the pain.
“I will be okay, Mark.” Taeyong assured Mark with a smile and drove away.
1 month later
Johnny extended his stay in Canada for another week with Mark. He used this time to make up with your parents, he was so nervous but your family gave him slack and forgave him anyways.
“For the two years you’ve been together with y/n, that was the first time you fucked up. Don’t you even think about doing it again.” It almost sounded like Minho was threatening Johnny if you didn’t know that he was just teasing him.
Johnny talked to you about living together again. He never forced you to come with him but he laid the option on the table. As much as you wanted to, you decided to stay with your family.
Johnny went to Canada with a bunch of mess left behind in Korea. His living situation hasn't been discussed with the company yet, his dating scandal is still a popular gossip, and his solo career doesn’t have a definite decision yet. Both of you decided to take this opportunity for Johnny to fix his problems one at a time with you assuring him to always be there whenever he needed someone.
He went back to Korea with Mark and he right away discussed the dating issue with his company. It was agreed upon that Johnny will admit the dating rumor to the public and he did along with the request to respect his and your privacy. Fans’ initial shock died down as they eventually began to accept and congratulate Johnny’s new romantic status. His solo album was postponed to next year as there is no reason for it to be cancelled anymore. On top of everything, he was finally given permission to move back into your shared apartment. All of this he managed to fix in a month. Johnny was the most excited about this as he was so eager to get you back home and start making up with you.
Your long awaited return has finally arrived. Johnny cannot stay still holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand waiting to surprise you at home. He prepared your favorite beef ribs with your preferred wine in a candlelit dinner and played your Nat King Cole playlist. As soon as you open the door, you finally feel at home, despite everything that happened, you still feel at home. Johnny is still your home. Johnny surprised you with his famous bearhug and kissed you in the lips for the longest time ever. He then helped you with your suitcases and guided you to the table.
You don’t know how to tell Johnny that you cannot drink the wine he poured you. It’s been a month since you and Johnny made up, but you still haven’t told him about your pregnancy. You cannot find the right time to tell him and tonight seems like the perfect time. Little did you know, Johnny is also preparing for a big surprise.
“Baby-”
“Babe-”
You chorused. Both of you laughed, nervousness from both parties intensified because of two entirely different surprises both of you trying to keep. You let Johnny go first and he gladly took the chance.
“Baby. My love. When I met you two years ago, I already knew you’re the person I wanted to spend my whole life with. I am not perfect, I made mistakes but your heart is so pure. I am undeserving of your love, but…” Johnny knelt in front of you and took out a small wooden music box, when he opened it Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-E softly played, in the middle of the box was a beautiful diamond ring. “You are the one I have been waiting for my whole life. There are many things in life that can make one happy, but all I really need is you and I learned it the hard way.” His voice started to crack, his eyes started to tear but his smile never faded. “Please make me the happiest man. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Happy tears are pooling in your eyes. You kneeled on the floor with him and cupped Johnny’s hands together still holding the box in between. You looked him in the eyes, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband and be the father of our son?” You asked him with the most beautiful smile you could give him.
He looked at you confused for a second then his eyes grew big, mouth gaping. He pointed at you with a shocked expression. You can only laugh and nod, “16 weeks. Daddy’s little Johnny.” you confirmed.
Johnny got up from the floor and carried you in a hug. He hugged you so tight you can barely breathe, but you love every second of it. “I’m a dad.” he said in disbelief and raked his hair with his fingers.
“So..” you interrupted his little celebration. He looked at you, happiness visible in his eyes. “Are you going to marry me?” you asked, holding the box open to him.
Johnny laughed and pulled you closer to himself. “Yes. I will marry you.” He took the ring out from the box and slid it to your ring finger. “I love you so much y/n. More than words can ever express.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. “And you too.” he chuckled and kissed your tummy.
“We love you too Daddy Johnny.”
AN: Thank you everybody for reading up to this point!! and of course thanks to those who waited for this sequel, you guys are seriously the best 🥺 til next time!
