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𑁍𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁~𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𑁍

A/N~This was requested by Sturniolotriplet1, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Panic attack and hate comments.

I sat in our bedroom, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the hate comments that flooded my Instagram post for Johnnie's birthday. The words cut deep, calling me ugly, saying that I didn't deserve him, telling me to die. I felt my chest tighten with each comment, my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath.

I heard Johnnie's voice calling out for me, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. I didn't want him to see me like this, broken and insecure. But he didn't give up, and soon I heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom door. I couldn't hold back my sobs as he entered the room, his eyes filled with concern.

"Sweetheart. Y/N. Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, taking my hands away from my face. I could barely look at him, the shame and anxiety weighing me down. But he didn't let go, his comforting touch grounding me in reality.

"I-I...I can't...breathe," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Johnnie's brow furrowed in worry, his eyes searching mine for answers. Without hesitating, he pulled me into his lap, cradling me against his chest.

"Deep breaths, sweetheart, you're gonna be okay," he murmured, his arms wrapped around me protectively. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to calm down. I was drowning in a sea of self-doubt and fear.

"I-I can't Johnnie." I stuttered out, not knowing if I would be able to get a deep breath in. "Yes you can Y/N, match your breathing with mine." He said, but to my dismay, it didn't help.

Desperate to help me, Johnnie leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, causing me to hold my breath. His touch was like a lifeline, anchoring me to reality in the midst of my panic attack. We broke apart from the kiss, and then I clung to him, my tears soaking his shirt as he held me close.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'm here." He whispered, rubbing my back gently.

After a few moments, my breathing began to steady, the tightness in my chest slowly easing. I looked up at Johnnie, my eyes still watery with unshed tears. "Th-thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice shaky.

He just smiled at me, brushing away my tears with his thumb. "Don't thank me, Y/N. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're not alone in this, okay?"

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words sink in. He loved me, flaws and all. I didn't have to face the hate alone. I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest as he held me tight.

"Tell me what happened, Y/N," he urged gently, his voice filled with concern. So I poured out my heart to him, telling him about the hateful comments that had triggered my panic attack. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with anger.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve any of that. Those people are just jealous, they have no idea how amazing you are," he reassured me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I felt a warmth spread through me, his words like a balm to my wounded soul.

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. But all I saw was love and devotion shining back at me. "I love you, Johnnie. Thank you for always being there for me," I whispered.

He smiled, his eyes softening as he cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too, Y/N. And I'll always protect you from the haters, no matter what. You're my world, and I'll never let anyone tear us apart."