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[10:47 pm]

“kiss me like you love me,” you breathe as you lean into johnny, his warm breath brushing over your lips as his hands gently take hold on your waist.

johnny’s eyes seem to kiss your eyes just as passionately as his lips kiss your lips - until your eyelids flutter shut under his insatiable dark brown gaze. his hands have made their way up your torso and are entangled in your hair, his long fingers softly holding your head as he leans down to meet his lips with yours. johnny’s mind pleads with him to savor this moment with slow, tender kisses upon your lips, but his heart races so fast that he can barely think.

johnny has been dreaming about this very moment since sophomore year of high school: the year he realized he did love his best friend. he had dreamt about this very moment every time you tucked your hair behind your ear; every time your mutual friends teased the two of you for bickering like an old married couple; every time you introduced johnny to your new boyfriend with a cute giggle and a peck johnny always wished was for himself; every time you wore his oversized light blue hoodie for heartbreak sleepovers, wrapped in his arms and crying over a movie and your breakup as he ran his hands over your hair comfortingly.

johnny has dreamt about this moment so often that he doesn’t understand how you can tell him to kiss you like he loves you - how you can be so oblivious to the fact that he’s loved you and your endearing, pink-cheeked smile for years on end.

johnny swallows back the three words clawing at his throat - begging to be let free just to be shattered into pieces - as he pulls you closer. “kiss me like you love me,” he repeats in a breath, and hopes you didn’t hear his voice cracking ever so slightly.

[7:38 pm]

you and best friend!johnny watch the orange-pink sunset from the roof of his house, your head leaning on his chest. you’re sitting by his side, your legs across his lap and his arms resting on your legs. the two of you are enveloped by the fluffy grey blanket johnny stole from your house years ago and “accidentally” took back to korea. soft music plays from his phone a few feet away, the sound fading into the orange sky.

you haven’t done anything like this with johnny in years - much less even seen him in person in a while - because of johnny’s busy schedule and constant practice. so when johnny had finally gotten his first long vacation in years, he had decided to come see you. (to be fair, it was also to see his parents, but he promised you were big part of the reason he decided to come back to chicago rather than travel france with the rest of his members.)

johnny missed you more than you can imagine. johnny has always been an amazing listener, especially for his members - he is the one all the members go to if they have a problem they want to rant about. but whenever johnny needs to rant, he always calls you. and you listen to johnny, whether it’s 2 am or 2 pm - and he loves to do the same for you despite his busy schedule.

to johnny, you’re his best friend and favorite listener - his partner in crime, his go-to call for winter ice cream, his cooking buddy for messy aftermaths and ugly cakes, his most feared enemy in snowball fights, his favorite person to crack inside jokes with, his best human pillow for daytime naps.

and as johnny rests his head on yours, absentmindedly toying with your fingers as he murmurs whatever comes to mind, he knows that you’re genuinely listening to him and he feels as if he is finally, truly home.

[12:11 am]

johnny’s always been a great listener, and he’s always been there for you. you sob into his chest as he rubs circles into your back, murmuring “it’s okay, it’s okay” into your hair. 

“oh dear, who hurt you?” his eyes are filled with concern as he cups your face gently, his large warm fingers wiping away the fat teardrops that fall from your eyes as if they have a mind of their own. you don’t tell him, but johnny can tell from the look in your eyes. “it’s okay, you’re with me now. no one’s going to hurt you,” he murmurs, and you know it’s true. 

you hiccup and hug him tighter. johnny lets you soak his sweater with overflowing tears. you heave breaths as you try to suppress your tears, suddenly feeling bad that you’re putting this burden on johnny. “j-johnny, i-i’m sorry.” you hiccup again as tears flood your eyes.

“why are you apologizing? hey,” johnny says, trying to get your attention. he gently places his hands on both of your shoulders. “hey. look at me.” you break into a sob as soon as you meet his eyes. “come here,” he says, pulling you back into a hug. you feel so safe, so loved, so complete in his arms. you want to stay forever.

“i love you,” he says softly, warm hand wiping your tears. “i love you.” it’s so genuine, so real. you can’t stop crying, but you know you don’t have to stop in front of johnny. “you’re safe with me. i love you.”