Johnny x Daniel 🌺
Modern Day (2019)
Word Count; 1,050

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Daniel breaths heavily, big crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks, struggling to keep them in. It happened again, one out of the million times and no matter what happens, it still gets to him.

He reads the messages on his phone, choking back loud sobs and his eyes blurring. The 17-year-old got hate, a lot of it.

'You're just a faggot'

'Your boyfriend is only dating you to win a bet'

'Fag'

'I don't understand how anyone can love a fag'

'Go die'

How anyone even got his phone number, no one knows. Daniel didn't understand any of this, he did nothing wrong to them, his life wasn't doing anything to them.

The 17-year-old uses his shaky hands to exit out of the texting app, switching to the call one. Daniel looks through his contacts and clicks 'my world 💋'.

It was late at night and he'd be surprised if he actually got an answer out of him. After a few rings, Johnny picked up.

At first, Daniel could do nothing but breath shallowly and shakily. He couldn't control it.

"Daniel what is it," Johnny asks tiredly. "Its 2 AM and I gotta get some sleep."

"J-johnny," Daniel murmurs, knowing if he spoke any louder, the sobs would come through.

"What's the matter," Johnny questions again, his voice frantic.

"P-please come over, i-i don't wanna do something stupid Johnny," Daniel whimpers, slowly continuing to break down. "I-i need you."

Daniel finally stops trying and sobs loudly, more tears flowing down his cheeks. He couldn't take this anymore, he was falling apart at the seams.

"Are you at home," Johnny asks.

Daniel could hear background noise on Johnny's end of the line. The younger boy chokes back yet another sob to answer.

"Y-yes," Daniel finally answers.

"Okay baby I'll be over in about ten minutes, hold on," Johnny says. "Don't move. Just breath."

"O-okay," Daniel chokes. "P-please hurry."

"I will. Bye, I love you," Johnny says. "See you soon."

The call ended before Daniel could respond and he sets his phone down. The 17-year-old pulls his legs up to his chest, leaning back against his headboard.

"I-i love you too," Daniel murmurs quietly.

Daniel glances at his phone and the screen kept lighting up with more messages from people he didn't know, didn't think he knew. He couldn't help but read through a few in curiosity.

'Go kill yourself'

'Move back to Jersey'

'You're such a loser'

'Have you noticed how fat you've gotten?'

'Please just die'

Daniel's eyes water more and his sobs grow louder, not knowing how his mom was still asleep. The young boy shakily pulls up his shirt, looking at his stomach.

He was pretty skinny really, almost looked underweight. Someone called him fat but he's underweight...

Daniel balls up his fists to keep his hands from shaking and lets his shirt fall back down. Just a little longer until Johnny would be here, his knight in shining armor.

"P-please hurry Johnny," Daniel says to himself. "I-i can't do this for much l-longer..."

The 17-year-old sits there sobbing, his cheeks, neck, and shirt drenched in his salty tears. He lost track of how long he was sitting there before he heard quiet yet loud footsteps coming to his room.

Daniel's bedroom door opens and a panicking, protective boyfriend comes in. The slightly older boy sees his lover and immediately gets into bed with him, wrapping him up in his arms and pulling him close.

Daniel melts into his touch quickly and keeps sobbing, clutching Johnny's shirt like it was a life force, although if it was, at the moment he wanted to let go. He couldn't do it.

"Baby what's the matter," Johnny cooes gently, afraid if he speaks any louder Daniel would panic more. "What's got you so worked up?"

Daniel shakily loosens his grip on Johnny's shirt, pointing at his phone. The older boy quirks an eyebrow but picks up the phone.

"T-texts," Daniel murmurs, that being the only word he could get out. "R-read."

Johnny nods his head, going to the texting app and reading through the countless messages that strangers have sent his boyfriend. He was angry at those people, that they would do something to such a sweet person.

"Daniel you know that none of these is true right," Johnny asks. "These messages shouldn't mean a thing. You are perfect just the way you are and I don't want you to kill yourself or move back to Jersey. You aren't a fag, you're a beautiful boy who I wish I could give the world to..."

Daniel looks at him, his tears slowly draining to a stop, only small whimpers and hiccups coming out of his mouth. He was so easily influenced.

"Thank you for calling me," Johnny says. "You can call me at any time of day or night and I'll be by your side by the end of it. I love you."

"I-i love you too J-johnny," Daniel says softly.

"I'm just making sure but did you do anything while I was getting here? Any self harms things," Johnny says quietly.

Johnny was trying to make sure his boyfriend, his lover, his life was okay and safe. Daniel shakes his head slightly.

"I-i didn't do anything," Daniel stutters. "I-i stayed still as you wanted."

"Good, good," Johnny cooes and then pauses. "I'm sorry those people are saying nasty things to you. They're idiots. You're such a beautiful boy Daniel and I don't know how they don't see it."

Johnny presses a gentle kiss against his lover's temple, keeping his lips pressed. He pulls away slowly and gives a gentle smile.

"I'm sleeping here tonight," Johnny announces. "Get some sleep and tomorrow we'll have a cell phone free day. I'm gonna spoil you rotten."

Daniel can't help but let a small giggle past his lips, burying his face into Johnny's chest. He suddenly realizes how tired he was, closing his eyes and relaxing.

The older boy carefully lays down and pulls Daniel close, pulling a blanket over the two of them. Within a few minutes, Daniel was out like a light and with that, his boyfriend soon followed.