Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Depressive Episode☆

cw: mental illness

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Johnnie was self-isolating in his bedroom. He hasn't came out in a few days. He is currently oversleeping. The clock read 5:30PM and Johnnie was still asleep.

Jake gently knocked on the door, knowing Johnnie wasn't doing too well. "Johnnie? Are you awake..?"

No he wasn't. Because no response came back. Johnnie has been sleeping all day since 6AM when he went to bed.

He stays up all night and sleeps in all day.

Jake gently opened the door and peeked inside, looking at Johnnie's sleeping figure. He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, and made his way over to the bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Johnnie's shoulder, gently shaking him. "Johnnie, wake up.."

Johnnie grunts as his eyebrows furrowed. Which caused his eyebrow piercing to shift. "No.. five more minutes.." He sleepily mumbled.

Jake chuckled softly and continued to shake him. "Come on, love. You've been sleeping all day, you need to wake up." He said gently, rubbing his shoulder.

Johnnie swats Jake's hand away and rolled over on his side. So his back turned on his best friend.

Jake chuckled again and laid down beside him, spooning him from behind. "You're not getting out of this that easily." He said, wrapping his arms around Johnnie's waist and pulling him close.

"Go away.." Johnnie grumbled as he feels Jake's tatted arms around him. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Nope. Not gonna happen." Jake said, holding him even tighter. He rested his chin on Johnnie's shoulder and smiled. "You've been holed up in here for days. You need to get up and interact with the outside world."

"Fuck that." Johnnie pulls himself out of Jake's arms as he sits up in the bed. Rubbing the back of his messy head.

Jake reaches out and gently grabs Johnnie's arm, tugging him back towards him. "Come on, please? Just come downstairs with me and have a snack or something. You can't just stay in bed all day. It's not healthy."

Johnnie sighed. "I... i don't know right now." He replied. "I want to keep sleeping. I'm tired."

Jake sighs and scoots closer to Johnnie, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I know you're tired, love. But you've been sleeping all day. You need to get up and do something, even if it's just for a little bit. I'm worried about you."

Johnnie looks up at Jake. He didn't say anything this time. But he looked drained and depressed.

Jake's heart sank as he looked into Johnnie's eyes. He could see the exhaustion and sadness in them. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of Johnnie's face and spoke softly. "Please, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. I want to help you."

Johnnie shakes his head, getting off his bed. "Let's go downstairs. Like you said." He muttered as he heads for his bedroom door.

Jake watches as Johnnie gets up and heads for the door. He stands up as well and follows him out of the room, walking beside him as they head downstairs. He remains quiet, sensing that Johnnie isn't in the mood to talk.

Johnnie doesn't speak as they reach the kitchen. He walks over to the counter and opened the peanut butter cookie container, grabbing one out and then closing it.

Jake leans against the counter, watching as Johnnie grabs a cookie. He studies him closely, taking in his appearance. He looks tired and disheveled, and his eyes are still clouded with sadness.