Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Prized Possession☆

[ TW: Suicidal behavior/signs and thoughts. Mental illness and depression. ]

pls skip if you're uncomfortable with this

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Johnnie has been struggling mentally recently. And it has been getting worse, and worse, and worse.

Now he hardly leaves his room. He doesn't stream anymore. He hasn't filmed with Jake in days. He hasn't even seen Jake since he's been self isolating in his bedroom.

He's laying flat on his back one night. His mind grows darker by the minute as he is lost in his thoughts.

Jake knocked on the door, gently. He hadn't seen Johnnie in days, and he was getting worried. He had a feeling that Johnnie was struggling with something, but he didn't know what.

"Johnnie? Are you awake?" He called through the door, knocking again.

"Go the fuck away!" Johnnie yelled back in response. "I'm trying to fucking sleep here! It's late and i don't want to see you right now!"

Jake was taken aback by Johnnie's response. He wasn't expecting him to yell like that.

"Johnnie..." he said, his voice filled with concern. "I'm just worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately... I just want to make sure you're okay..."

"I'm fine!" Johnnie sneered back as he looked at his bedroom door. Knowing Jake is on the other side.

"No, you're not." Jake said, leaning against the door. "You haven't streamed in days, you haven't filmed with me, and you've been isolating yourself in your room. I know you're not fine, Johnnie. Please... just talk to me..."

"GO AWAY!" Johnnie screamed in agitation. His depression was causing him to be moody and irritated easily.

So Jake just decided to give Johnnie some space.

Jake stepped back from the door, feeling defeated. He knew that Johnnie was struggling, but he didn't know how to help him. He decided to give him some time alone, but he was still worried about him.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me..." he said softly, before walking away.

Johnnie teared up on the other side. He wanted to have Jake in here with him, but he just keeps pushing him away.

He feels like shit. He rolled over, throwing his blanket over his head as he cried softly underneath it.

Jake sat down on the couch, lost in thought. He was torn between wanting to respect Johnnie's space and wanting to comfort him. He could hear the faint sound of Johnnie crying, and it made his heart ache.

He sat there for a few moments, debating whether or not to go back to Johnnie's room. He knew that Johnnie was going through a difficult time, and he wanted to be there for him, but he didn't want to make things worse.

Johnnie cried for a few minutes. Before he wiped his eyes. He just laid there, montoned. Before he fell asleep.

Jake heard Johnnie's sobs fade away, replaced by the sound of his steady breathing. He sighed, feeling helpless. He knew that Johnnie needed help, but he didn't know how to give it to him.