One shots || Jake and Johnnie

Is that blood?! || Jake and Johnnie

Johnnie decides to go for a midnight walk to clear his head, what he dosen't know, is that the man that walkes behind him have a different plan.

(TW: Blood, Knifes, Panic)
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The rain was pounding down outside of the big house on the end of the neighborhood, Johnnie stood up from the spot on his bed and slipped on his worn black hoodie, the fabric feeling soft against his skin.

He walked out from his room, heading to the main door. But he stoped in the hallway to look at his reflection in the full body mirror, he looked at the dark hair framing his face, heavy out cried eyeliner smugged around his blue eyes. Another sleepless night, thick with dark thoughts and feelings that felt suffocating. The silence inside of the house felt heavier than usual, the air weighed down with the kind of heaviness that settled deep into the bones.

"Hey, where you heading?" Jake's voice was raspy from the party he attended the night before. He was laying on the living room couch, his messy, dyed hair strewn across his forehead, his tattooed arm resting over his eyes as a bad blindfold.

"Just around the block," Johnnie replied, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Need to clear my head a little. You know?"

"Okay, man. Just don't take too long," Jake said, barely registering any concern. He took out his phone again, turned back to his playlist, adjusting the volume of his emo soundtrack.

With a nod, Johnnie left, the door clicking shut behind him. He slipped his headphones over his ears and stepped into the damp night. The familiar streets began to blur as he lost himself in the music, each note wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He walked, as the city night faded into the background, his mind spiraling with thoughts of despair.

After several minutes, Johnnie started to feel a presence behind him. He turned his head, slightly looking back, catching a glimpse of a figure draped in black. A cold chill touched the hairs on his neck, but he pushed the paranoia away, insted focusing on the malody playing through his headphones.

'Just a shadow', he convinced himself.

But the footsteps grew louder, more intense. With each beat of his heart, tension started building up tighter in his chest. He took another glance back, and his stomach dropped. The mask, the knife shining reflecting in the streetlights.

"Hey! What do you want?" Johnnie shouted, his voice shaking.

The masked man got closer to Johnnie, eyes glinting like polished stones. "You. Hand over your stuff."

"No!" A large bit of adrenaline swept through Johnnie's body. As he felt the cold metal of the knife press against his chest, instinct taking over. In a swift movement, he grabbed the knife, pushing it away from his body, supraising the attacker. With a cry of desperation, Johnnie acted in instinct, pointing the knife back towards the figure. Stabbing him in the side.

The gasp of shock cut through the night as the man clutched his side, stumbling back in disbelief. With panic igniting his legs, Johnnie sprinted away, his heart hammering in his chest.

He turned the corner and rushed towards home, each step tooked with terror. The door of the house felt like a lifeline as he barreled through it, locking it behind him. Gasping for breath, he leaned against the wood, shaking.

Jake looked up from the couch, a furrow of concern knitting his brows. "Is that blood?!"

"Don't worry, it's not mine" Was all Johnnie could get out of him.

Jake surged to his feet, adrenaline sharpening his movements. "That's supposed to reassure me!?"

"I panicked! He had a knife! I didn't know what else to do!" Johnnie's words spilled out in a frantic rush. He took off his headphones, the weight of the music no longer comforting. "I fought back... I stabbed him!"

"What are you talking about?!" Jake said in a paniced voice, walking closer to Johnnie.

"I was mugged, Jake!"

"What, Did he get you? Are you hurt?" Jake stepped closer, scanning Johnnie for any signs of injury.

"No, I'm fine! Just a little freaked out," he replied, still breathing heavily.

"Did you call the cops?" Jake pulled out his phone, ready to dial.

"No!" Johnnie shot back quickly. "I can't." His eyes darted around the room, feeling strangely vulnerable. "What if he comes back? What if I'm in trouble?"

Jake paused, his mind working on full speed. He dropped his phone and stepped closer, resting a hand on Johnnie's shoulder. "Alright, let's think this through. You're safe here. You've got me, alright? Just breathe."

Johnnie took a deep breath, his eyes finding Jake's. "I didn't want to hurt him, I just... I was scared."

"Yeah, well, you did what you had to do," Jake said firmly. "No one gets to decide how you defend yourself, not even that guy. You okay to talk about it?"

"I... I think so," Johnnie murmured, his pulse beginning to settle. As the shadows of the night disapered, he realized that in the chaos, he hadn't just defended his body, but perhaps also his spirit.

Jake's hand tightened on his shoulder, grounding him. "You're here. You survived. That's what matters. Now let's get you something to drink, and we can figure out what to do next, together." Jake said calmly, walking to the kitchen.

Johnnie sat down on the livingroom couch and took a deep breath. He was fine. He was okay.

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