Press On Me - NCT fanfic

They Called Him Johnny

I kept running my fingers down my thighs anxiously, dreading the moment my band's name would be called. It was as if the crowds were roaring to be fed my failure. Like my tears were their only source of lubrication. Like my chattering and cries were melodies to their ears.

"If you keep doing that so aggressively you're going to rip your trousers," I hear a husky, masculine voice breathe from behind. Surprisingly, in perfect english.

I whipped around and was met by two gleaming hazel eyes. Too much gleam. They had to be contacts. "And you wouldn't like that?" I asked, easing my fingers away from my thighs. He chuckled, placing a hand on the wall behind me. I grinned back and pushed him off with my chest. "Easy there, Korean boy. You're in Europe now. Make sure you know what you're doing."

I was preparing to strut past him, my head held high, when he slipped three of his fingers on my thick belt and I was pulled back. I rocked against his chest, and suddenly his hand was brushing upwards, away from my belt, into other restricted areas. "I think I know exactly what I'm doing." He leaned back and cupped my hand in his. "Follow me, I know a place."

I'm not sure what happened in that moment. Maybe it was those puppy eyes. Maybe it was that masculine tone. Maybe it was the way his broad chest towered above me. Or maybe it was all of them combined. I smirked. "Let's see if you guys own up to the hype."

"This way," he called, pulling me into some dark room under the stage. "Name's Johnny, by the way." He smiled a puppy smile, and it barely made my heart melt.

"Make me remember you through something else besides your name," I whispered, now I was hooking my fingers on his belt.

This time he grinned. It made me remember that he was not the innocent image his company set up. "Trust me, I will."
And he shut the door behind us.