Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Love To Death☆

[ cw: sm0king, mental illness. ]

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Jake was sitting on the rooftop tonight. A pack of cigarettes in his hand. He sighed softly. Flicking open the small lid as he takes a cigarette out.

He looks at it, his brown eyes soften as he thinks about... Johnnie.

The emo boy is constantly in the punk's head, his heart longs for him. But he's much too afraid to say anything.

"Johnnie," He whispered as he placed the cigarette between his lips as he took out his lighter.

He imagined the cigarette as Johnnie's lips as he lit it.

Johnnie woke up from his nap, yawning softly as he rubbed his eyes. He got up and walked outside for some fresh air, seeing Jake on the rooftop. He tilted his head to the side as he saw the cigarette between his lips.

Jake glanced down. Noticing Johnnie. He silently admired the emo from afar. Before he called out, "Hey! Come up here with me!"

Johnnie smiled softly and he walked inside. Then walked up the stairs, into Jake's room then lastly to the rooftop, sitting next to Jake.

"Why are you out here at night?" He asked, looking up at the stars. he stayed on the roof with Jake, enjoying the cool breeze. He sat close to Jake, their shoulders touching.

"Just needed some time to think." Jake replied, flicking the cigarette ashes as he brought the cigarette to his lips. He takes a long drag.

Johnnie nodded in understanding, watching Jake take a drag from the cigarette. He was tempted to say something, but he kept quiet, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Jake looked over. "How's your night?" He asked,then he is looking forward into the distance.

Johnnie shrugged, his gaze shifting to Jake."It's been alright. Just tired. You?"

"It's okay." Jake replied, but internally he felt depressed. He felt like he doesn't deserve to be with Johnnie, and that he will never have a chance.

Johnnie could sense that something was off with Jake. He knew him well enough to tell when something was bothering him.
"Are you sure? You seem... distracted."

"I guess just a lot on my mind." Jake replied as he brought the cigarette to his lips. He takes a drag of it and exhaled the cloud of smoke into the crisp night air.

Johnnie nodded, understanding that Jake needed to vent."You can talk to me, you know. I'm here to listen."

Jake shakes his head. "No, it's okay." He burnt a hole into his PJ pants, watching a cigarette burn hole appear as he then flicked the outed cigarette off the roof.

Johnnie frowned, noticing the hole in Jake's pants. He reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're doing it again. You always say it's okay, but I can tell that it's not. You're bottling up your emotions again." Johnnie says.

Jake's eyes looked drained. He slowly looked over at Johnnie again. "Well, as you can see. I relapsed into smoking again." He opened up a bit.

Johnnie's heart sank as he saw the look in Jake's eyes. He knew how much Jake struggled with smoking and how it affected him."I know, I can see that. But why? You've been doing so well lately."

"I know. I was using nicotine gum for a while. I stopped using zyns and switched to that. But.. i was just itching a crave." Jake replied, his voice sounded emotionally exhausted.