🎶 I'mma steal your heart away
You are gonna love me
You won't even know what hit ya till I'm baring my teeth 🎶
Where Johnny and Ten are both part of different criminal organizations, and Johnny is tasked with killing Ten.
This is my first full sto...
They don't know how special you are They don't know what you've done to my heart They can say anything they want Cause they don't know about us
They Don't Know About Us by One Direction
Johnny POV
"Stop scratching yourself. He'll think you have hives."
"That's easy for you to say. You're NOT the one wearing this itchy monstrosity."
"It's my sweater, genius. You're just being dramatic. Pain makes you beautiful."
"Are you calling me ugly?"
"Yes."
I swung at Jaehyun, but he deflected my fist. We were an even match for each other, and could fight all day if we had the stamina for it. He tried to trip me, but I grabbed his shoulder and brought him down along with me. I rolled on top of him and wrapped a hand around his neck.
"Yield, egotistical motherf-" I started to say.
"Ooh. Kinky."
Jaehyun and I looked at the doorway and saw Jaemin standing there. I let go of Jaehyun's throat and rolled off of him.
"How do you people keep breaking into my apartment?" I crossed my arms.
"Jaehyun-hyung let us in," Jeno said as he passed the room.
Jaehyun was staying with me after his apartment flooded. You would think it would be fun sharing an apartment with your best friend, but it just meant that he was in my business more.
"Are you trying to get me killed?"
"Maybe," Jaehyun shrugged. "Is it working?"
"Get out," I pointed to the door.
Once they were gone, I stripped the shirt off my body and tossed it somewhere in the room. I went to my closet and looked through suits, dress shirts, hoodies, and a questionably sheer top before settling for a blue sweater. It was kinda itchy, but much better than the previous one and would do. I slipped into some flattering white jeans, and I was choosing between two pairs of shoes when someone knocked on the door. I strode over to the door, turned the knob, and was surprised to see Shotaro standing there.
"May I come in?" He asked softly.
"S-Sure," I replied.
I moved to the left and Shotaro walked timidly into my room. He stood there with an uncertain look on his face as if he was still debating on whether he should be here or not.
"Why are you still playing this game?" He finally asked.
"What game?" I asked him.
"If you're going to keep toying with him likes this, then just get the job over with. I can't bear to see him blindly in love with someone that doesn't feel the same."
I knew then that he was talking about Ten, "I know you won't believe me, but I do actually have feelings for Ten now."
Shotaro scoffed, "Sure. And pigs can fly too, right?"
"I really do," I said. "I don't know how it happened, but it did."
Shotaro still didn't look convinced, but I wasn't in the mood to have this conversation. I was finally going on a date with Ten, and I wasn't going to let him dampen my mood. I picked up a pair of black boots, zipped them up, and checked my phone. I was ten minutes late, so I stood up and walked towards the door. I paused and looked back at Shotaro. His arms were crossed, and his eyes said that he was wondering where I was going.
"If you'll excuse me, I have a date with Ten tonight," His face hardened when I said that. "Please show yourself and the others out."
Surprise shawty!!!!! It took me a week to write this, but it's here and kinda good if I do say so myself 💅🏼
Tomorrow is a half day for me, so I might write an update during that time. I'll probably be on the 1-2 update schedule for a bit, since my mental health hasn't been that good and I want to make sure I have enough me time every day.
Here's Johnny's look for the date:
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I've also been kinda obsessed with Boy Story lately, so here they are :)
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