There’s no place else you’d rather be right now. Ever, even.
Jongho’s hands are warm against the skin of your back, tucked gently underneath your sweatshirt, as the two of you lie quietly together in the afternoon sunshine. His book lies forgotten on the floor next to the settee, as does your mug of tea, now cooling on the side table. You nestle in closer to his chest, nose brushing his collarbone, and you feel his contented sigh as his arms readjust minutely with you.
Despite the tranquility of everything, your heart is going a mile a minute. Now’s the perfect moment, you think. You should finally say it. Who cares if you’re first?
“What’s wrong?” He murmurs against your hair.
Uh oh. You tilt your head up slightly, and he leans back to meet your gaze.
“What do you mean?” You ask softly, stalling.
A wry smile plays in the corner of his mouth. “You’re mini-hyperventilating on me.”
You snap your mouth shut. Whoops.
“‘S the matter?” His voice is still peaceful, but the smile fades from his face.
You swallow hard. “Um. Nothing.”
He raises an eyebrow, and you sigh. Ah. You notice the shakiness to your breathing now.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you mumble, hiding against his chest again. “Really. Promise.”
He hums, the sound edged with skepticism, but he lets it pass.
You take another five minutes to build your courage up, consciously matching your breath to his.
“I love you,” you whisper so quietly even you can barely hear it in your own skull.
After the briefest pause, Jongho chuckles once, arms sliding to hold you tighter.
“I know.”
You blink, then raise your head to look at him again. There’s a dreamy look on his face.
“You told me in your sleep,” he whispers.
You’re pretty sure your heart stops beating. “I—what? When?”
He tucks you against him again, lifting a hand to sink his fingers into your hair. “Hm. A week ago, I think.”
“A week?”
He nods once, and you feel the warmth of his breath stirring against the top of your head.
“I didn’t know if it was just you dreaming,” he admits quietly. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Figures you’d blab on yourself when unconscious. “…Oh.”
You both fall into silence again, listening to the faint chirp of birds through the open window. You watch the shadow of the tree branches dance gently on the floor next to Jongho’s book, leaves trembling with the slight breeze.
“Did I upset you?” He whispers.
“No,” you wheeze. You clear your throat and try again. “Uh, no. I’m kinda annoyed at myself, but it’s not your fault.”
“Don’t be annoyed,” he murmurs, and you feel his lips curve into a smile in your hair. His fingertips massage gingerly at your scalp. “I was glad you were asleep. I cried a little.”
Your head shoots up. “What?”
The tips of his ears tinge scarlet. “It was stupid. I was just…happy.”
You watch him worry his lower lip between his teeth.
“You’re not upset?”
He frowns slightly. “Why would I be upset?”
“I mean, it’s…” You frown, too. “I don’t want you to feel, like…burdened.”
His frown clears immediately, followed by a fond exasperation.
“Jagi,” he murmurs, studying your face with a little smile. “It’s not a burden to be loved back.”
You stop breathing for a second.
He laughs quietly, guides your head up just enough for him to kiss the tip of your nose. “Don’t tell me I wasn’t obvious.”
“I didn’t want to assume,” you insist, your heartbeat racing again for this entirely different reason.
“You’re allowed to assume,” he says, tucking you against him again. “You’re allowed to do anything. You hung every star in the sky.”
“God,” you rasp, and he laughs again when you bury your face against his neck and pepper it with kisses.
“I love you.”
He says it so simply, like the sky is blue and water is wet and nothing else matters in the world. You breathe deeply in and out, hooking your hand underneath his arm and resting it against his shoulder.
your system has lots of amnesia and barriers between alters
your system has no or very little amnesia and barriers
you have a personality or mood disorder on top of being a system
you have lots of alters
you only have a few alters
you experience psychosis or some psychotic disorder
you're heavy in one or more alter roles
you have alters with no roles or who dot know what their roles are
you still live with people who caused you trauma
you're still in relationships with people who hurt you
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you have invisible disabilities
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no one person let alone any system is meant to fit in a box, whether you do or not match up to the "standard" system description youre still valid. youre still loved. youre still amazing.
after everything we've all gone through we all deserve some good things so we like making these posts every now and then to put some positivity in the community.
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