Johns arms were wrapped around your waist as you sat on the couch beside him. His face was buried in your neck, practically melting into you.

“Can we go to my room…?” He whispered into your ear. “Arthur’ll be home soon.” John added in softly.

His older brother was constantly making fun of him, especially around you.

“Please, darlin’.” John mumbled almost sadly, like he was a damned innocent puppy who couldn’t do anything bad at all. It was cute. Though he was always clinging onto you.