Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Insecurities☆

[ Johnnie is feeling insecure lately and Jake comforts ]

Tw: bad self talk, mental illness, S/H scars discussed!

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Johnnie is staring at himself in the mirror one night. Looking intensely at himself with the look of hatred. He sighed heavily, not even noticing Jake entered the bathroom.

Jake noticed Johnnie's intense gaze, and the look of hatred on his face. He approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. "Hey... you alright?"

Unfortunately, Johnnie did get startled when he noticed Jake in the reflection. "Oh, shit!" He quickly turned around, snapping out of the trance. "Ye-yeah!"

Jake chuckled softly, stepping closer to Johnnie. "You sure you're okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Johnnie looked back at the mirror. "..Ew." He muttered underneath his breath.

Jake raised an eyebrow at Johnnie's response, and followed his gaze to the mirror. "What's wrong with you? You look great..."

Johnnie shakes his head. "No, not really." He replied, looking closely at the mirror again with that same hatred.

Jake steps closer and stands behind Johnnie, wrapping his arms around his waist. He rests his chin on his shoulder and looks at him through the mirror. "Why do you say that? I think you're beautiful."

"Stop fucking around, I'm serious." Johnnie grumbled. "I'm really not, honestly. I'm pretty fucking weird looking if you ask me."

Jake frowned and tightened his grip around Johnnie. "Hey, I'm not 'fucking around'. I'm being serious. You're not weird looking, and you're not 'pretty fucking weird'." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Who told you that?"

Johnnie didn't say anything for a moment, before he started to talk about himself negatively. "Dude, look at me. My eyes are weird, my nose is fucking big. My lip piercings caused my teeth to fuck up. I have had acne scars since i was a teenager, my hair is constantly fucked since every now and then i have to retouch it since of my damn blond fucking roots. I hate my voice, my height. My damn personality..." His voice started to shake as tears filled his eyes.

Jake's expression softened as Johnnie began to talk negatively about himself. He could feel the pain in his voice and the tears welling up in his eyes. He pulled Johnnie closer to him, holding him tightly.

"Hey, hey... shhh..." Jake said softly, gently wiping away the tears that were falling down his cheeks. "You're not weird looking. Your eyes are unique and beautiful, your nose is perfect, your lip piercings make you look hot as hell. Your teeth are fine, and your hair is just a part of your personality. Your height is perfect for me to hold, and your voice is music to my ears."

Johnnie didn't believe him. He just laughed this off and shook his head, looking back at the mirror.

Jake sighed and gently turned Johnnie's face away from the mirror. "Look at me. Look at me, not the mirror. I'm not lying to you. You are beautiful, inside and out. Your imperfections are what make you unique and perfect in my eyes. You are perfect to me, no matter what anyone else says. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, and I love you, scars and all."

"Even my damn self-harm scars I did years ago..?" Johnnie felt his lip shake as tears rolled down his face. "God, i'm a mess! I don't deserve you or anything.."