Johnny Suh Oneshots ✨

café

Walking into the coffee shop brings a gift of flavorful smells to distract me from the bleak stone gray atmosphere of the city outside. As I get into line, staring down at the white tile with red strips of tape between each square, I think about the fact that even with all the dedication to detail that the owners of this café have presented to their customers; no matter how hard I try to focus on it or anything at all, I still can't get my mind off that blasted Johnny Suh.

Thinking about a boy can't be that bad, right? You're absolutely wrong! In my case, at least. In my case, I've been crushing on Mr. Suh here for a long ass time. His smile takes my breath away, him saying my name is enough to make me grin from ear to ear, when we accidentally touch hands or hug for a second too long my heart pounds like it's having a dance party in my ribcage, but each and every time I think he might reciprocate feelings, he immediately shows interest in someone else and my hope is shattered again, and again, and again, and again, and-yeah you get it. At this point I wish I was used to it by now, but it's a constant cycle of me getting my hopes up, getting my hopes crushed, getting over the fact that I got my hopes crushed, but not getting over my massive crush on him. I pray for the day that it will end; the day that my mind isn't constantly swarming with thoughts of a boy who im almost confident doesn't like me back.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice of none other than Johnny himself calls out my name. Speak of the devil and he'll come around, I guess. "Johnny!" A smile unconsciously makes its way onto my face as I usher him to stand next to me in line, completely ignoring the 4/5 people that were already in line behind me. As he obliviously cuts off the rest of the people in line, he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me into a hug. Here come the butterflies, on que as usual. "Y/N, it's so nice to see you again," I get my arms around him despite the force of the bear hug to the best of my abilities, "I've missed you so much, you couldn't even understand" A tinge of doubt comes over me as those words leave his mouth; I know I'm his best friend but am I really that special to him? I wish I knew, and I foolishly hope that I am.

Johnny makes his way back to our chosen booth with drinks in both of his hands, giving me a small smile when we make eye contact as he sits across me. The moment his drink gets set on the table, a small slip of paper falls from the cardboard sleeve wrapped around his coffee; obvious confusion makes its way onto his face. "Oh," He chuckles as he picks up the paper, "I guess the barista left me her number" I feel my heart sink to my stomach as he flips the paper around for me to read, "Call me, handsome! XXX-XXX-XXXX" is written in round, neat handwriting. My eyes immediately make their way down towards the table as I silently take a drink of my tea. Why did this have to happen now? Why did it have to happen here? She barely gave a good attempt at trying to flirt but I still feel myself choking up over the measly strip of messily ripped paper. "Y/N...is everything alright? You went really quiet." Johnny asks, and I can feel his eyes boring into me with concern. I place my back straight against the leather cushion of the booth seat and sigh; not lifting my head for a second, "Yeah. I'm fine. I guess i'm a little upset," I start playing with my hands resting upon my lap and release a sharp sigh, "Everyone wants you, Johnny. You're constantly being flirted with and asked out, i guess it makes me upset because everyone crushes on you, and I-" I cut myself off for a second there, I know if I don't come up with some phony excuse quick then I'm gonna let him know that I love him, "Ahem, and I can barely get my crush of so long to even breathe in my direction," Whew! Thank God I pulled that one out quick, who knows what mess I would've caused if I didn't. Johnny shifts in his seat, "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were going through something like that. I didn't really know you had a crush at all, who is he? Can you tell me about him?" Oh no. I never thought I'd get myself into the situation where I have to covertly describe my crush to my crush, well...Here we go.

"U-Uhhhh," My eyes unconsciously make their way towards Johnny's chocolate brown gaze and quickly avert themselves otherwise, "Well, he has bla-blue-black hair and like, brown eyes, he's really nice and sweet and I've known him for a long time, he's like a best friend to me but I wish we could be something more, yknow?" Wow, that couldn't have been any more of an awkward and forced lie. The boy across from me nods, his soft hair bouncing as he does so. "Well, I understand what you're going through. I'm going through the exact same thing, actually." For the first time during this conversation, my head rises towards Johnny's direction and I finally get a good look of his face, his brows are furrowed in thought and he's resting his chin on the palm of his hand. So damn handsome. Johnny inhales deeply, almost with sadness behind it, "I've had a crush on the same y/g for a long time as well. They're the most patient, caring, thoughtful, attractive, and kind person I've ever met. Whenever I try to make a move on them, I get scared and immediately fake interest in someone else. They've been my best friend for years, and I've spent most of those years pining for them. If they ever rejected me, I don't know how well I could handle it," Johnny sighs disappointingly, grimaces and takes a sip of his coffee, "Although lately, I've been more confident in myself," A smile creeps its way onto his plush lips, "I haven't seen them in a while so I asked them on a coffee date! I mean, I don't think they realized it was a date, but it's okay! I was a little embarrassed because the first thing I did when I saw them was cut people off in line just to hug them, they seemed to enjoy it though," Johnny cuts himself off to give me a toothy grin while my cheeks turn as red as the table separating us. It finally clicks in my head. "Y-...You like me?" I ask, putting my hands on my cheeks to try and cool them down with this profuse blushing. Johnny hums and nods, "I'm guessing you like me too?" he chuckles.

"Well-uh-I-Y-Yeah," I cringe on the inside over my silly stammer, "I've liked you behind your back for forever now, You're just... so perfect and I was scared that I wasn't good enough for someone like you, and that you'd never like me back," I confess with a big goofy grin plastered on my face. I set my hands on the table and Johnny immediately grabs them and holds them in his, making my heart skip a beat. "You're more than good enough for me. You're just right, no matter what. You will be perfect in my eyes. It hurts to know you thought or still do think that way." My breath hitches as I'm rendered speechless. If he doesn't stop being this sweet I think I might cry. I link my fingers with his and for once, stare confidently into his eyes. And for a second or two, we just sit there. Hands locked, staring into each other eyes until awkwardness makes itself comfortable around us. I clear my throat and squeeze John's soft hands, "So, this is the part where we start dating. Right?" I tilt my head as the sweetest pink makes itself home on his cheeks as he nods with the biggest, happiest, most adorable grin I've ever had the blessing to lay my eyes upon. After so long, my crush that seemed never-ending, came to an happy end. I used to be dreaming of being with Johnny, but now I can dream about my future with him. And I couldn't be happier than I am in this moment.