#ajohn

╰┈➤ aj sits in the living room, his hands bruised and beaten. his blonde hair is messy, though you can’t tell as it’s covered by his hat. his blue eyes are watery, trying his very best to focus on the piano in front of him, but he just can’t. he needs you. now more than ever.

suddenly, he hears footsteps from a few feet away. he looks up, cocking his head to the side as he stares at the person in front of him with bright blue eyes. he stares at you with a smile on his face, holding out his hands, gesturing for you to come sit on his lap. you obey quickly, walking over to him and positioning yourself on top of his thighs.

he takes off his hat and places it on your head, whispering “hi, angel.” he’s always soft and gentle with you, as if you were a precious doll he couldn’t bear to break. a small sigh escapes his lips. “how did your heist go, jay?” you ask, brushing his blonde hair out of his pretty face.

he sighs heavily, removing his hands from your waist. he holds them up, almost in defeat. “aj!” you exclaim, frowning at him. he chuckles. “it’s nothing, doll. just some scratches.” it’s obviously more than that, his hands bruised and slightly bloody.

“let me clean you up.” you say, and he quickly shakes his head. “no, angel. ‘s fine.” “aj!” you groan, pouting at him, your lower lip jutting out. “fine, fine,” he says through a nearly silent chuckle. he shakes his head, putting his hands on your hips to gently lift you off of his lap.

he takes your hand, guiding you towards the bathroom inside your spacious penthouse. he sits on the edge of the bathtub, his hands on either side of him. you dig through the medicine cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit. he winces when you apply rubbing alcohol to his left hand, his right one slightly shaking as he holds himself up.

“angel, angel, easy,” he murmurs, a deep, husky whisper. he lifts up his right hand after you’ve cleaned and bandaged his left one, already contemplating how much worse this one is gonna hurt given as his right hand took the most damage. you apply rubbing alcohol and he winces again. “angel,” he breathes, his left hand just barely holding him up as he tries to ignore the sting in his right hand.

“i’m sorry, baby, i’m so sorry,” you whisper frantically, panicked by his reactions. he must have gotten hurt really bad, given as he never reacts this way to a little bit of rubbing alcohol. you quickly bandage up his hand, then cup his face in your hands.

you bring his head into your chest, allowing him to rest against you. a small kiss is placed to the top of his head, your hand cradling his head. he sighs, looking up at you innocently. “give me a kiss, angel, please?” he begs, his eyes soft and a small pout forming on his face.

how could you possibly say no? you tilt his head up so he’s sitting straight again and gently lean in and kiss his pink, plump lips. his blue eyes flutter shut, sighing into your mouth. his breath is warm against you, and he tastes of alcohol and mint.

you two kiss for a while, lost in the others touch, smiling into one another. finally, he pulls away, almost breathless. he places his forehead against yours, still grinning. “i love you, my angel.” he whispers.