Work Crush (Johnathon Ohnn Fanfic)

-IX-

Daria chuckled at his annoyed behaviour, before saying. “You go take that shower. I'll see if I can find anything you could sleep in.”

John huffed, still playfully trying to look annoyed, but clearly failing because of the hint of a smile on his lips. He nodded and gave her a small grateful smile, feeling oddly happy at the thought of wearing her clothes.

“Alright…”

She placed a soft kiss on his lips, before she went off somewhere in the house. He froze and his heart immediately stuttered again, his eyes falling shut. He instinctively tried to follow as she pulled away, feeling a bit reluctant to break the contact, before his eyes fluttered open and he watched her go off.

It took him a moment before he shook himself out of his stupor and began making his way up the stairs, heading to the third floor and looking for the guest bathroom. He found it, as described, and once he was inside, he locked the door behind himself, staring around at the place, taking it in with a soft hum.

He was impressed but not surprised to find that what he was looking at was almost a small paradise. A big bathtub, a huge shower, a giant bathroom mirror, and everything in general looked expensive and looked like it was made of the nicest materials and finest quality. He sighed and turned on the shower, before stripping out of his clothes.

He stepped underneath the hot spray, a content sigh leaving him, as the warm water pelted down on his skin. He leaned his back against the tiled wall, as he closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying how warm and comforting the water felt.

He stood there for a while, with his eyes closed, just letting the water wash over him and relax him. After a bit he stepped fully underneath the spray and began gently washing himself, the motions familiar and almost comforting. He hummed softly to himself, as he worked, his thoughts wandering to the situation he was currently in.

He found himself grinning again, as he suddenly remembered that he was going to borrow clothes from her. He didn’t really know why, but the thought of wearing her clothes made him feel strangely giddy. Probably because it felt kind of intimate. And the thought of her own clothes being on his body was making him feel warm inside.

John finished cleaning himself, before turning the shower off and stepping out, grabbing a towel as he went, wrapping it around his lower half.

He began drying his body, going through the motions, before he suddenly heard a small, soft knock at the door. He paused.

He immediately realized that it was probably Daria and suddenly felt a bit shy and embarrassed, even though there was literally a door between them that obscured her view of his body. He cleared his throat, his voice awkwardly strained.

“Y-yeah?”

“Hey, uhm, I'm gonna leave you some clothes on the cupboard outside. They were the best I could find.”

He relaxed immediately when her voice filtered through the door, feeling reassured and a warm feeling of affection pooling in his chest. He paused a moment to register her words, a bit speechless and suddenly feeling oddly shy again.

“… That's okay... thanks.” He replied softly.

He swallowed, before tugging on his towel around his waist. He waited a moment before slowly opening the door, peeking his head out of the crack of the door, looking around for any sign of her, before he saw a neatly folded stack of clothes on the shelf.

He carefully opened the door more, reaching out and grabbing the clothes, before he slowly shut the door again, his face warm once more, feeling way more embarrassed than he should've been.