heyy, i saw kickflip on your masterlist soo been thinking if u could write socially anxious gf and kickflip bf who handles it (i've read nexz's one and it's soo good i like it a lot!! 💗💗)
Socially anxious girlfriend × kickflip
essence ➜ How kickflip learns all the little ways to make loving you feel safe.
themes ➜ comfort, fluff, established relationship, socially anxious!reader, soft love, healing, domestic moments
Kyehoon is the type to notice your anxiety before you even realize it’s starting.
He’ll catch the tiny things no one else does the way your fingers start picking at your sleeves, how your answers slowly become shorter, or how you stop making eye contact whenever a room gets too loud. He never calls attention to it in front of other people because he knows the last thing you’d want is everyone looking at you.
One afternoon, the two of you are having lunch with the members when he notices you haven’t touched your drink in nearly twenty minutes.
He quietly reaches over and takes it from your hands.
He smiles before standing up and holding his hand out.
You look at him, confused.
“They’ll survive without us for ten minutes.”
You glance around the table.
No one seems to think anything of it.
Later, as you’re walking together, you quietly ask,
He looks at you like it’s the easiest question in the world.
“You stopped smiling with your eyes.”
Amaru’s first instinct is never to point out your anxiety.
It’s to remind you that smiling still exists.
If he notices you’re getting overwhelmed in a crowded place, he’ll suddenly start doing something completely ridiculous just to steal your attention.
He’ll put a stuffed animal on his head in the middle of the store.
Pretend shopping carts are race cars.
Start speaking in the worst fake accents you’ve ever heard.
Anything to hear that little laugh he loves so much.
One time, while waiting in line for food, he notices you getting quieter.
Without saying a word, he buys a bubble wand from a nearby gift shop.
“…Why do you have bubbles?”
He starts blowing bubbles toward you until you can’t help but laugh.
“The one who’s laughing at how amazing I am.”
Donghwa is usually the loudest person in the room.
He’s always making jokes, trying to make you laugh, or finding some way to make an ordinary day feel exciting.
But the moment he notices you’re overwhelmed…
One evening, the two of you are at a small get-together with friends. It starts off fine, but as more people arrive, the room gets louder and louder. You’re still smiling, nodding along to conversations, but Donghwa notices you haven’t said anything in a while.
He quietly walks over and stands beside you.
“You wanna help me with something?”
Without waiting for anyone to question it, he gently takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen.
The second the door swings shut behind you, the noise becomes muffled.
He turns toward you with the same soft smile he always saves just for you.
You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding.
He reaches up and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing a glass from the cabinet.
He fills it without another word before handing it to you.
“We can stay in here as long as you want.”
As you quietly sip your water, he leans against the counter beside you.
Just comfortable silence.
After a few minutes, you look over at him.
He gently nudges your shoulder with his.
“But I’m always gonna try.”
A small laugh escapes you.
“I was starting to miss your laugh.”
By the time the two of you head back into the living room, your hand is tucked safely in his.
He doesn’t let go until he knows you’re comfortable again.
Minje has always believed that love is something you do, not just something you say.
That’s why the second he notices you’re uncomfortable, he doesn’t waste time asking questions he already knows the answer to.
One afternoon, the two of you are invited to a company gathering with staff and friends. It starts off nice enough, but the room slowly fills with more and more people.
You stay close beside him, smiling politely whenever someone talks to you.
But Minje notices the little changes.
The way your grip around his hand tightens.
How you start hiding slightly behind his shoulder whenever someone new walks over.
How your smile becomes smaller each time someone asks you another question.
He simply reaches behind you, resting a gentle hand against your lower back.
A staff member walks over with another question.
“So! How have you been enjoying—”
Before you can panic over finding the right words, Minje smiles.
“We’ve actually been talking about that all day.”
He effortlessly continues the conversation while your shoulders slowly relax beside him.
Not once does he make it obvious that he’s helping.
He’s giving you room to breathe.
A little while later he leans down just enough for only you to hear.
“What about everyone else?”
His fingers intertwine with yours.
You let out a long breath.
“You always know what to do.”
He gently brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.
“…that loving you means paying attention.”
“So if I can make things even a little easier…”
He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss across your knuckles.
You simply lean against his shoulder as the two of you continue walking.
He’d much rather spend the evening listening to your laugh outside…
Than watching you struggle to keep smiling inside.
Juwang understands silence better than anyone.
He never mistakes it for distance.
He knows that when your social battery runs low, words become heavy.
So he never expects them.
One rainy evening, the two of you are sitting in your apartment after a long day.
Neither of you are really watching it.
You’ve barely spoken since getting home.
Juwang doesn’t fill the silence.
He simply sits beside you, your shoulders gently touching beneath the blanket.
After a while, he quietly stands up.
He slips on his shoes before grabbing yours too.
The sidewalks are almost empty.
The two of you walk side by side beneath one umbrella.
About twenty minutes later, you finally let out a long breath.
“You always know when I need this.”
“I just try to know you.”
He gently hooks your pinky with his.
“I know that when everything gets too loud…”
“You like places where the world whispers instead.”
The walk home is just as quiet.
Donghyeon has enough social energy for the both of you.
Because sometimes you have absolutely none.
The first time you meet some of his friends, you’re terrified.
You’re worried they’ll think you’re rude.
Or that you don’t like them.
Before you can spiral any further…
Donghyeon is already talking.
He’s telling embarrassing stories about himself.
Answering questions before they even reach you.
At one point someone finally notices.
Donghyeon smiles without missing a beat.
Then he points at himself.
“I’m talking enough for both of us.”
The conversation immediately moves on.
No uncomfortable attention.
Later that night, you’re curled up beside him on the couch.
“I always worry people think I’m weird.”
He actually looks offended.
He shakes his head immediately.
“…You do.” He says with a big grin.
“Sounds pretty balanced to me.”
Keiju refuses to let your thoughts trap you for too long.
Not because he thinks you should ignore them…
But because he knows they don’t deserve all of your attention.
One afternoon he finds you sitting on your bed, phone in your lap, replaying the same conversation over and over in your head.
He doesn’t ask what’s wrong.
He already knows that look.
He claps his hands together.
Immediately you stand up.
“That’s not an emergency.”
Before you know it, he’s dragging you toward the front door.
The two of you somehow end up buying Pokémon cards.
Feeding ducks at the park.
Looking at puppies through the window of a pet store.
And spending ten minutes trying to decide whether pigeons have personalities.
By the time you’re walking home…
You suddenly realize something.
“I forgot what I was I was thinking about.”
“You did this on purpose.”
You laugh, nudging his shoulder.
He intertwines your fingers with his.
You laugh so hard people walking past turn to look.
“But you smiling so worth it.”
