He finds out before you can warn him.

You’d meant to tell him — honestly, you had. You’d even typed out a text.

Hey don’t kill me if you see a video of mine blowing up…

But it sat in your drafts when your friend called and the view count climbed.

It’s the one with the trending audio, the one that looks like it was edited through a haze of memory and sunlight. Each clip is a vague echo of him.

The sleeve of his hoodie when you borrowed it, his sunlit hand resting on the steering wheel, his shadow across your frame, his boots on tile next to yours.

Then you hear his car pull up outside and your stomach flips, making you hang up immediately.

The door opens, his familiar footsteps, heavy and unhurried. You don’t have to look up to know he’s seen it; it’s in the quiet way he shuts the door. In the faint rasp of a chuckle under his breath.

He drops his keys on the counter. “Ye went viral,” he says, voice low, accent curling around the word like a secret.

You glance up from your phone, guilt and nerves written all over your face. “...Oh?”

He hums, crossing the room. “Aye. That little montage everyone’s losing their minds over.” His tone isn’t angry. It’s teasing, curious.

You try to play it off, explaining that its vague. No one knows it’s him.

Johnny leans against the counter across from you, head tilting, that slow grin making your heart race. “Mm. Except for the bit where I talk, hen. The bit at the end where I say, what was it again—” He mimics your video perfectly, his voice soft, low, amused. “Aye… stop smilin’ like that. Ye know what ye’re doin’.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands, realizing you hadn’t cut that part out. It had meant to be a draft… a maybe. One of many you made of him. You forgot about the voice clip. Didn’t want to make anything new that day and just…posted.

The air stills. His smile fades into something softer before moving closer, one hand braced beside your chair. “Didn’t think I’d sound like that to ye. That ye saw me in that light.”

There’s that glint in his eyes, the look of a man who’s both amused and completely undone. “Ye soft-launched me, bonnie.”