#ohdaddyjohnny

“Johnny! Johnnnnnny!”

You register your boyfriend laughing next to you, and you have to look up at him to show him how happy you were. He had to know how happy you were right now. You smile at him with the biggest, goofiest smile you can manage, and you see him look back at you, a soft, adorable smile that only he can show you right now.

It’s his ‘I’m so in love with you smile.’ Even when you were drunk, you knew that smile so well.

“Johnny, Johnny… Do you know how happy you make me?” You ask him. He’s silent for a moment, but you take it as he didn’t hear you, so you repeat yourself.

“Do you know how happy you make me?” Johnny laughs again, and he stops on the sidewalk to wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you close.

“I think I know very well since you’re so happy now. Do you know how happy you make me?” He asks back. You nod your head far too many times for the question being asked, it making you dizzy half way through. You stop, your head rolling around a little before you giggle.

“I’m dizzy!” You tell Johnny. He laughs again, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. You close your eyes, taking in the moment between you and Johnny. You feel the snow falling around you, landing on your ears and in your hair. There’s people passing you, just as drunk as you as they walk on. There’s music playing close by, one of your favorite songs, and you start humming to the tune.

“Sweetheart,” Johnny interrupts, leaning in closer. You can feel his breath on your lips, and you want to close the gap to kiss him. You’re a little slow right now with your movements though, so you don’t, instead humming out a noise to let him know you were listening.

“Sweetheart, you make me happier than anyone in the world.”

Johnny’s words make your heart stop, the cheese way too much for your heart to handle. You end up shaking your head before leaning in, pressing your lips to his to hopefully stop him from saying anything cheesier. He was the king of cheese, you swear.  

Your kiss is sloppy and not at all like one of your usual kisses, mostly because of you though. You could barely walk properly. How did anyone expect you to kiss properly either?

Johnny pulls away first, smiling down at you with a goofier smile than before. “We should go home.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk all the way home,” you say. Johnny shrugs and then all of a sudden you’re being lifted off the ground, right into Johnny’s arms like as if you were a bride.

“Johnny!” You’re laughing, and he leans down to kiss you once.

“You said you couldn’t walk,” he says.

“A piggyback would- it would be fine too. A piggyback ride, Johnny,” you tell him. He just kisses you again before beginning to walk.

There wasn’t much to be done, so, you just decide to live with it. You wrap your arms around his neck as he walks, and eventually, with the snow falling down on top of you and with the lulling of Johnny’s steps, you find yourself drifting off to dreamland.

-

You wake up with a terrible hangover, not even sure what day it was or where you were. You’re happy though because you smell food, and someone was nice enough to shut the blinds for you so the sunlight didn’t make your hangover worse. Whoever it was, they were a blessing.

You wait a couple of minutes before you decide to get up, moving slowly to not upset your hangover further. Once you’re on your feet, you walk towards the door, opening it and walking into the hallway. You realize as you walk that it’s your apartment, but, only after you see some pictures on the wall. At first you didn’t recognize it because everything was covered in green and red streamers, crisscrossing in front of you as you walk. Next to your feet are balloons of similar colors.

Whoever had decorated your apartment was clearly in the Christmas mood.

You keep walking, kicking balloons around and ducking under streamers until you get to the living room. Your Christmas tree is decorated completely different than it was the day before, with more ornaments that you’ve never even seen before. Below it, there’s tons of presents, stacked high and almost touching the couch.

If you were a kid, you would’ve been screaming about how Santa brought you more presents overnight.

You forget the tree for a minute, smelling the food that was cooking and head towards the kitchen. More streamers are hung around, lights following the streamers. Those must have been hung up recently as well.

You get to the kitchen and standing there, in a ridiculous Santa outfit, is none other than your boyfriend, humming as he cooks breakfast.

You laugh, getting his attention and he turns around to look at you. “Hey, you’re up.”

“I am. What’s with all the new decorations?” You ask. Johnny shrugs, smiling at you.

“No idea. Santa must have come,” he says, winking. You roll your eyes before moving to sit at the dining table. You notice the chocolate chip cookies on the table and immediately take one, biting into it. You practically melt at how delicious it is.

“It’s good, right? I got the recipe from my mom,” Johnny says. You nod your head, taking another bite. A glass of water and some medicine is being placed in front of you on your fourth bite, and you look up at Johnny only to receive a kiss from him the moment you do.

“For your hangover,” he explains. You thank him, quickly finishing your cookie before taking the medicine.

He was the sweetest boyfriend, that was for sure.

“What about all the presents?” You ask when the glass of water is gone and another cookie is being picked off the plate by you. “I don’t remember there being so many.”

“I told you,” Johnny says. “Santa must have come.”

You just giggle, beginning to eat your second cookie. You were almost positive that Johnny was the one to give you the presents. If it wasn’t him, you’re sure he got them from the rest of the NCT members to give to you. Only you would get so many presents from so many boys.

Especially after four years of being around them. Being Johnny’s girlfriend for so long meant there were about 300% more presents at your birthday and Christmas than you could ever imagine.

You couldn’t wait to open all of them. You couldn’t wait to see the guys later in general.

“Food’s ready,” Johnny speaks up, taking you out of your thoughts. He sets a plate of food in front of you in record time, your favorites covering every inch of the plate. It smells good, looks good, and you can’t even wait for him to sit down with you before you’re digging in.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim in happiness through a mouthful of food. You continue eating and making noises that let Johnny know this was really, really, really great food.

Until you notice something shiny in your food. You stare down at it, pulling apart pieces of food until it becomes clear as to what it is. You stare down at it in silence, swallowing once. The silver band sitting in your food had an engraving on it, but what really caught your eye was the beautiful, sparkling diamond that sat on top.

Your breath hitches and you look up at Johnny, who is smiling at you with that smile. That smile that you love so much, that smile that tells you how in love with you he is.

You’re pretty sure the ring in your food was another indicator of how in love with you he was as well.

“Johnny- you- oh my god.”

Suddenly, he’s coming around the table. He picks up the ring out of your food, somehow completely untouched from the food it had been in. Johnny moves to kneel down in front of you, and you cover your mouth in shock.

He was the biggest sap in the world. Johnny was sweet and so ridiculously cheesy. He put a ring in your food and now was asking you what you think he was asking you on Christmas.

How could someone so ridiculously perfect and wonderful be so in love with you? How could you be so lucky to be with him?

“Y/N… This is cliché but… That’s practically my middle name,” Johnny says. He raises the ring a little, and you can see a slight pink dust his cheeks.

He was embarrassed.

That was adorable. He was adorable.

“We’ve been together for a long time now… And every day I just kept thinking about how you’re the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. Last night I carried you home and I just thought “tomorrow I’ll ask her,” and, here we are. We’re young but, really, there’s no time like the present.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” Johnny asks you. There’s no way you could possibly say no. He had done this in such a cheesy way, on Christmas no doubt.

Johnny was the love of your life. There was no way you could say no.

“Are you stupid? Of course I’ll marry you,” you say, wrapping your arms around him. Your hug doesn’t last long before he’s pulling away, pressing a kiss to your lips. Then another, and another, and three more until he presses his forehead to yours.

“Sweetheart, you make me happier than anyone in the world.”

Those words were so familiar. You remember hearing those words last night. You kiss Johnny one more time before replying with the same words.  

“You make me happier than anyone in the world. I love you, Johnny.”