Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆4:00AM☆

Johnnie was laying in his bed one night, going to bed at a super late hour, it was 3:45AM.

He sighed as he is hugging one of pillows, cuddling it and imagining it as someone else as he felt tears sting his eyes.

Jake was up late, he had some editing to finish. He was sitting at his desk, working on some stuff when he heard the sigh from Johnnie’s room.

He furrowed his eyebrows and got up, walking over to the door of Johnnie’s room and knocking softly.

Johnnie heard the soft knock. He shifted. Surprised that the punk was awake, he gets up. His hair a bed-headed emo mess, and he is shirtless. His tatted self opened the door to reveal Jake.

"What?" He muttered.

Jake chuckled at the sight of Johnnie, looking him up and down.“You look like a mess."

Johnnie rolled his eyes. "What do you want?" He asked towards his best friend. "I was trying to sleep, why are awake?"

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come annoy you instead,” Jake said, smirking as he entered the room.

"Fair enough," Johnnie replied, closing the door when Jake came inside. "It's 4:00AM though, you're usually crashed by 1."

“Yeah, but I have a lot on my mind,” Jake said, sitting down on the bed. “I can’t seem to fall asleep no matter how hard I try.”

"Oh?.." Johnnie walked over, picking up the black tanktop from his bedroom floor as he slipped it on over himself. "Welcome to my world," He sarcastically replied.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m aware,” Jake chuckled, patting the spot on the bed next to him. “Come here, I need a hug.”

Johnnie smiled timidly as he sat on his bed. He brought Jake into a hug, he needed a hug just as much.

Jake wrapped his arms around Johnnie, holding him close. He buried his face in the crook of Johnnie’s neck, inhaling his scent.

Johnnie let's out a soft laugh, "What the fuck is up, man?" He pulled back as he looked at Jake.

“I just need a break from everything,” Jake said, sighing. “I’m stressed, and I’m tired, and I just need to be with you for a while.”

"Oh, yeah– dude that's fine." Johnnie replied, he patted Jake's back, before he started to rub it. Comfortingly.

Jake let out a soft hum as Johnnie started to rub his back. “You’re the best, you know that?” He said, leaning into the touch.

Johnnie shrugged, "I suppose." He replied as he moved his hand back. He rubbed his emo eyes, smudging his makeup more than usual.

Jake chuckled softly at the sight of Johnnie rubbing his eyes. “You’re gonna make your makeup worse, dumbass,” he teased.

"Rude!" Johnnie exclaimed as he playfully shoved Jake, grinning.

Jake laughed and shoved Johnnie back, grinning as well. “It’s true, though! You look like a raccoon,” he teased, reaching out to mess up Johnnie’s hair.

Johnnie scoffed, shaking his head. "Whatever," snickering as his blue eyes looked up, "Heyyyy..."

“Hmm?” Jake said, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Johnnie. “What’s up?”

"First you call me a raccoon, next your fucking up my hair." Johnnie huffed, swatting Jake's hand away.

Jake chuckled again, ruffling Johnnie’s hair even more. “What can I say? I like messing with you,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.