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

(Pt. 1) I got my eyes on you

"Pfft- yeah, sure, lover boy~", you proceeded your lighthearted twitting, rolling your eyes at the gorilla and waltzing off a few steps.

At least Johnny was safe from your prying eyes in this moment of vulnerability.

What had he called you just now?

Luv? Seriously?

Under normal circumstances the singer wouldn't have even batted an eye at the pet name falling from his lips, it wasn't all that scandalous or peculiar after all, but under these specific circumstances he minded.

Oh, he minded a hell of a lot.

Anybody else he would've been completely fine with, but you?

No, you were an exception.

It was one thing purring heartbreakers at a cute girl he only just met, it was a totally different thing thoughtlessly babbling out this corny nonsense around the cute girl he so cautiously, devotedly maintained his friendship with.

Somewhere in the vast, dopey desert that once was his brain he did realize you had probably paid the little nickname no mind and he was having an internal meltdown for absolutely no reason, especially given that 'luv' really wasn't all that rare for a British guy like him, but his hormone-driven sanity had slammed the panic button nevertheless, in the unlikely anxiety that you were judging him for it after all.

However you really weren't.

You had barely even picked up on the name, let alone the flirt it embodied, to you it was just as much a part of the banter as all the sweet names you threw at Johnny to build on your tease.

But Johnny, boy, he was a wreck.

On the inside anyways, on the outside it seemed he had entirely frozen in time and space.

And this you did notice.

Cocking your head to the side in wary bemusement you eyed your best friend top to bottom and back up again, earnestly concerned what the heck was going on with the poor boy.

You were quite sure he had blown a fuse, maybe two - you almost felt bad, most likely being the cause for it.

Did things get too hot for him?

Nah, this was Johnny, no way he took these things to heart.

Letting your confusion take the lead rather than the empathy your stuttering heart sent through you you tailed back to the gorilla.

When he failed to respond in any way with you standing right in front of him you leant down, hands easily perched on your knees, and tilted your head even farther, pulling a face at him.

"Hello? Earth to Johnny! -- Hey, you alright there, dude?", you inquired, eyebrows crinkling above the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, Hey-", you prodded with a little more coercion as you snapped your fingers in front of his wide, unblinking brown eyes, "Cat got your tongue? -- Johnnyyy--"

You droned his name alternately to addressing him like a normal animal would.

"Ah--- Wha-?"

Johnny's eyes cleared up again and recovered their focus with the wittiest reply of the century.

There your eyes went rolling at him again. What a doof (an adorable doof though).

Straightening back up you skipped a couple steps backwards and stretched, deciding then and there the number he had coming he well earnt himself just now.

"So, yes, no?", stood your simple question. You were merciless, knowing exactly how your best friend would react to this.

"Huh-? Oh, uh, ah, yeah", he stumbled over his, more or less, words and nodded lightly in a dazed manner, slowly coming to remember the past few minutes and in a flash his large hands hasted upwards to feel his face, dabbing his cheeks and forehead to find them in normal body temperature, much to his solace.

God, if he had blushed as intensely as he had felt ... right in front of you ... yep, he would've drowned himself in the squid tanks next chance he got.

Thankfully it needn't come that far.

Lucky for the flustered, fidgety mountain gorilla you had your back to him, his silly abrupt, weird gestures and following body-heaving sigh of relief bypassed your attention.

However you were not done with him yet.

The instant Johnny sat up properly from his deflating discovery of remedy you spun on your heel and pinned his eyes firmly with yours.

Yet again the poor guy was suspecting he had done something off as you let time lapse away with relish, being fully aware how deeply it unsettled your friend and would have left him on the hook in your wicked playfulness was your body not stirring up the time.

Fine, you'd let him off for today.

"Then grab that jacket of yours and get your butt up, you got dinner to pay for!", you informed him, already beelining to collect your belongings and get out of the soaring building you'd spent the last few hours in.

"What-?", you heard him blubber perplexedly in that delightful accent of his behind you and a triumphant grin cupped your cheeks.

Success.