Work Crush (Johnathon Ohnn Fanfic)

-VI-

Later that night John arrived at his apartment, collapsing tiredly on his couch. He struggled to take his phone out of his pocket and when he finally succeeded, he nearly dropped it.

When he texted Daria, confirming that he was indeed safely home, he sighed with relief. His phone vibrated almost instantly, as Daria's response appeared on the screen, the text being a simple, but sweet "Good <3".

After seeing her response, he couldn't suppress the goofy, lovesick smile that formed on his face, before he put down his phone.

It suddenly dawned on him that his place looked like an unholy combination of an abandoned mad scientist's lab and a hoarders house, that may or may not have been robbed once or twice.

He groaned, as his eyes wandered across his apartment, his mind suddenly flooding with worries and thoughts of how his apartment would look to her. It was in complete disarray, and as he looked around at the mess, he suddenly felt completely mortified.

Panic immediately settled in, as he slowly got up and started gathering the papers from the floor and tidying up various things. No way in hell would he just let her see his mad scientist's lair of a home.

You can safely say, that he barely slept that night, too preoccupied with making his apartment look a bit less like a hurricane's residence.

By 5 a.m. he could barely stand on his feet, lazily roaming his home gathering and placing objects in their place. At some point he just passed out on the couch in his work clothes, completely drained of all energy.

John eventually woke up at around twelve o'clock, feeling incredibly groggy, as he opened his eyes to look at his surroundings. He felt like he had been hit by a truck.

He pushed himself up, feeling and probably looking like an absolute wreck, as all of the memories of last night slowly came back to him. He stumbled to his bedroom, and after some quick calculations and counting of hours, he realized this left him about three and half - four hours to get ready for the date.

-Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT-

Immediately, panic and anxiety hit him, as he began hurriedly stumbling around the apartment. He looked like a complete mess - his clothes were messed up and wrinkled from sleeping in them, his hair was all tangled up, he was in dire need of a shave, and his whole body felt like absolute trash. The only things that kept him somewhat calm through the process were the thought of seeing her again, and the sheer determination to look at least somewhat presentable in front of her.

The distressed man quickly rushed over to his bathroom and splashed his face with cold water, desperate to at least wake up properly. Once he felt like his brain was finally working the way it should, he stepped into the shower, and began desperately scrubbing himself clean, determined to look as good as he could at this point.

The sheer amount of stress and anxiety he was going through made it practically impossible for him to relax. He just focused on washing his body and his tangled up hair, going over his mental to-do list over and over again in his head.

He took a quick look at the clock as he got out of the shower, and was shocked to realized that almost an hour and a half had already passed. With trembling hands, John stumbled over to the sink and fumbled for his toothbrush, scrubbing his teeth, hoping the intense brushing he was doing getting them cleaner, would distract him from the sheer anxiety inside him.

John took out an electric razor, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down before starting to shave.

By the time he was done, his hands were nearly shaking, his head spinning from the mixture of stress and anxiety, but he couldn't even stop and breath to calm down. He knew he had to get ready quickly.