SING - Johnny x reader - Why won't he? / It's in plain sight

(Pt. 1) I got my eyes on you

Oh, how he had hoped you'd forgotten.

But who was he trying to fool, an incident like that you would never let go of so easily.

Mentally bracing himself for what he had coming, Johnny replied against his better judgement.

" ... No, not yet", he drawled out grudgingly and blankly stared ahead, all signs of the prior sheepishness being no more.

What did he do to deserve this?

At least, dear lord, let this end soon.

Desperately sending quick prayers heavenwards to spare him as much predicament as possible the singer awaited your inevitable, impending wisecrack.

He could already take a good guess at what was to come from this after all.

He knew how much you loved to chaff him.

Affectionately, maybe, but nevertheless chaff him.

"Oooh? How come~?", you chirped, your intent to rib him plain unsubtle now, he was nearly offended by how openly you carried it.

He could practically see the mischievous smirk you wore through the tone of your voice.

Yep, he was definitely done with the topic right about now.

You on the other hand were only just getting started.

When your best friend said nothing in return, you probed him harder.

"Have you ... by any chance ... not even gotten it back yet~?"

Your voice quivered with impishness.

Rolling his eyes back into his skull instead of giving in to the urge of languidly dragging his hand straight over his face to keep at least part of his exasperation secret from you as to not give you more satisfaction than you were already getting out of this, Johnny groaned his words regretfully.

"No, (Y/N), I haven't gotten it back yet."

You could hardly hold yourself. You were being an awful tease, you knew that, but by god it was too much fun than to let him off without a second remark - or a third ... or more.

A brief laughter slipped you.

"So I take it Nana's still keeping it under lock and key, hm?", you snorted gleefully and turned in your spot a little to spy over at Johnny who correspondingly leant into the opposite direction, avoiding your eyes with firm dedication.

For a few moments there was prickling silence between the two of you, but he caved in.

Grunting under protest Johnny affirmed your voiced assumption.

This pulled and even wider smirk from your lips.

"Well, who can blame her, only you could manage nearly running her over- her out of all people on the street-"

You meant to add a few more stabs at his pride but burst out into amused cackling before your mouth could do so.

"'ey!", Johnny perked up now and flipped to face you with an unmeant big pout, finally manning up against your jibes, "That penguin butler fella didn't look where he was goin', okay, 's not my fault that-"

He intended to defend what teeny bit of dignity he had left further but your hollering laughter drowned him out.

Man, you loved the way his Cockney accent thickened even more whenever he got rushed and impulsive.