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1:27 ──ㅇ────── 3:47 ↻◁ II ▷↺
y/n pov
my eyes are a little blurry when johnny's name pops up on my screen. stumbling away from the crowd, i press my phone against my ear, "hello?" i pull the 'o', a teasing tone in my voice. "i'm in front of the club," johnny instantly cuts to the point, not falling into my good mood. that's how he's been lately, always busy and walking around with a grim look on his face. even after begging him to join my friends and i at the club earlier today, he only offered to pick me up at the end of the night. "are you sure you don't want to come inside?" i bite my nail in anticipation, hoping he'll give in for once. "you know i'm busy, bab-"
"hey!" keeping my phone pressed against my ear, i turn around to slap a hand away that found its way onto my butt. "are you kidding me?" i raise my voice but it's probably muffled from the loud music blasting through the speakers. "babe?" johnny's voice at the end of the line sounds more serious now. the guy rolls his eyes at me and attempts to walk away. "did you just fucking touch me?" "you wore that slutty dress and expect me to keep my hands to myself?" my voice catches in my throat from disbelief and i only stare at him as his smug grin keeps growing. "that doesn't give you the right to touch me, dickhead," at this point i feel sobered up, rage running through my veins instead. "oh, come on, it's just a bit of fun." he reaches out to touch my bare shoulder, but i stumble back just in time to avoid his filthy hand. "you're overreacting," he proceeds to step closer, once again trying to close the distance between us. out of reflex, my hand flies up, ready to push against his chest.
but before i can even register what's happening, the guy is falling to the floor, a gasp leaving my throat. johnny is picking him up by his collar, roughly pulling him towards himself. "nobody touches my wife." the words leave his mouth in a low growl. people start turning towards us and the dancing dies down. i feel how my cheeks slowly turn red as they begin forming a circle around us. johnny strikes another fist into the guy's face. i attempt to pull him away, but when he doesn't budge and continues instead, all i can do is stand around uselessly. for a moment i contemplate telling him to stop, but then i remember the way he touched me and find myself hesitating. he tries to get up again, but johnny is quicker and kicks him into the ribs. what johnny doesn't notice though, is that the guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. a scream leaves my throat as he tries to wield it towards johnny's leg. i feel lightheaded when he barely misses and instead strikes the air. at the sight of a knife, the crowd steps back and gasps, phone's being whipped out to record.
