//Krii7y\\ One Shots

"Smit?"

(TW: ANXIETY)

(Everything in italics are smii7y's conscious kinda thing.)

Smii7y's pov

I had come all the way from Canada to visit John. We had talked about it for a while, but after one certain late night conversation with him on discord, I knew I needed to visit him in person. It had been my third day there when he had left for a few minutes because he needed to buy more milk. I was just sitting on his couch when my anxiety kicked in.
"He probably doesn't like you back."
"Shut up. He doesn't have to."
"He probably doesn't even like you at all. He just felt so bad for you that he let you stay at his house." I felt a few tears start to fall, and tried my hardest to not cry. My breath hitched, and I found it harder to breathe.
"When he gets back, he's probably going to kick you out. If he ever found out about your feelings for him, he'd probably either stop talking to you or just outright kill you."
"NO!" I began to hyperventilate, and the lights around me felt too bright. I quickly searched for somewhere darker, and my eyes rested on the bedroom. I ran in there and kept the lights off. I shut the door and sat on the floor next to John's bed.  I pressed my knees against my chest, and sat there, sobbing. The thoughts wouldn't leave me head.

John's pov

I walked into the apartment and put the carton of milk in the fridge.
"Smit?" I listened for a response, but instead only heard fast and shallow breathing coming from the bedroom. I noticed the lights weren't on in there, and slowly opened the door. At first, I didn't see anything, but when I looked around again, I saw smii7y on the floor, curled into himself and shaking. I ran over to him and sat next to him, desperate to help him.
"Smit? What's going on? What's wrong?" He looked up at me and met my eyes, which caused him to cry and shake more. I decided he probably wouldn't  talk to me yet, so I put my arm around him and sat there with him until he calmed down. Eventually, he stopped shaking and his breath became a bit more regular. He looked at me again, this time with more regret in his eyes.
"Sorry. It's just... It's nothing. I shouldn't have come. This was stupid. Sorry for making you deal with me." His voice was quiet, and almost sounded like it would snap.
"Dude, seriously, don't be sorry. I just want to know what's wrong." He put his head down again.
"I just started thinking about how you would react if I told you about the feeling I have for you and had an anxiety attack." I was shocked at what he had said, and when he looked at me again and saw my face, he realized what he had said.
"Shit, no. Sorry im... I didn't mean... I- please don't hate me." He looked at the floor, and I had control over my thoughts again. I lifted my hand and he flinched. Noticing his flinch, I gently pulled his face up to look at me, and took the opportunity to kiss him. It was magical. He tasted like lemon grass and peach. He was shocked at first, but eventually started to kiss me back. We separated and he had the biggest smile on his face.
"Not what you were expecting, huh?" He playfully punched my shoulder, and we stood up and walked back into the living room, before snuggling on the couch together and watching Netflix the rest of the night.

A/n sorry for being gone so long. Didn't have alot of motivation but I just felt like writing so if this seems stupid or bad, sorry. I have an idea for another chapter, so hopefully I'll write that one soon. Also, anyone catch the dodie reference in this one?