𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱
Pairing: Ateez Members x Reader (Separate)
【Summary】: Requester asks, "How would the boys react to the reader having no energy to get out of bed"
『Word count』: 2.34k
-> Genre: Suggestive. Angst. Fluff.
[Warnings]: Pet names. Fluffly cuteness. Mentions of periods and period pains. Talk about female anatomy. Mention of alcohol and one-night stands. Nudity. Yeosang being a little shit. Making out. Mention of sexual activities. Workaholic. Mingi has big dick energy. Morning sickness. Panicking. Pregnancy scare. Unhappy thoughts. Feeling drained. Comforting. Soft touches. Insecurities. Stress and serious talk about mental health.
Note: Reuploaded From Dec 2023 - Aug 2024
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠
The sun crept into your room, making you see out a strangled groan. You tossed slightly to suddenly feel Hongjoong also curled up next to you. Normally, he would be out of bed by now, but for some odd reason, he, too, didn't feel like leaving the comforts of the warm bed. You open your sensitive eyes to see his soft features, snoring lightly with his one arm lazily draped over your waist. You both had such rough nights and a hell of a week with work. You deserved the sleep-in.
"What's the time..." Hongjoong suddenly spoke in his low gravelled voice.
"Almost ten." Your reply made Hongjoong pull you closer as if to say'No, I want to be here longer'.You kissed his forehead with a little chuckle, holding him close to you until he started to fall back into a soft slumber. Sleep was taking you as well, feeling your eyes grow heavy, you snuggled into him. Who needs to get up anyway... it is after all your day off.
𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚
Seonghwa is the definition of a morning person. Up at six or seven, already made breakfast by eight and doing house chores by nine. You, however, weren't a morning bird. Come to think about it. You aren't a night owl either. You are more of a permanently tired pigeon. Seonghwa didn't mind it. One of his favourite things to do was wake you and help you with your morning routine. You were always extra clingy during that time. So this means get got to hold you longer than normal.
"Come on, bunny. It's time to get up." He spoke softly while leaning over to your butt so he could pat it lightly. You groaned in response, sinking more under the comforter, wanting the warm blanket to consume you. He watched you with nothing but love in his gaze. His light chuckle echoed into your ears, making you poke your head out to see Seonghwa has his hand on his hips, watching you. "Hi there, Bunny."
"Hwaaaa five more minutes pleasee...." You moaned with a higher pitch, leaning over to grab his arm to pull into the bed with all your might. And somehow, you succeeded. He let out a sigh, moving slightly to tuck his arms around your figure, nuzzling his face into your neck. He would normally get out of the bed from your usual morning antics, but today seemed different, so he laid there, holding you, until you were ready to get up.
𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨
Unlike most people, your periods came in full swing of pain, backache, headaches, and indescribable cramps. You felt the sun beaming into the bedroom, making you groan at the annoying light. Your eyes stung when you opened them slightly, only barely noticing Yunho had slipped away from the bed. You felt your emotions running overdrive, and it was like your skin was being set on fire. Hot, cold, hot, cold. Your body couldn't pick.
"Hey, baby." You could faintly hear Yunho's voice in the distance as if he was standing by the door. Which he was. He watched you silently for a moment before you woke, worried you might be in pain when you woke up since last night you began whining about getting your period. When you groaned, he knew you weren't okay. So he moved quickly to close the curtain, making sure there was not a lot of sunlight peeking through. "How are you feeling?"
"No, I wish to remove my uterus and throw it out the window."
He couldn't help but let out your chuckle at your dry humour, moving over towards the bed so he could get in the bed behind you. He kissed your forehead lightly, moving the blanket slightly so you could get comfortable next to him. "We don't need to leave this bed..." He pulled a heating pad from the bedside―one he warmed while he was gone―placing it on your tummy. "All we need to do is rest."
𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠
Your head was pounding. Every limb ached to the point, breathing felt like work. You turned over to see Yeosang was still sound asleep, with one arm draped over your naked waist. Naked waist?! you've never sat up so quickly, looking around the room with panic. Why were you naked in Yeosang's bed, along with―you lifted the blanket and blush flushed against your cheeks―a very naked Yeosang. Dropping the blanket in a huff, the cold breeze it made woke Yeo with a shiver.
"Darling... what are you doing? It's cold," he mumbled, voice gravelled and deep. You think for a moment, trying to remember the night before. Looking at Yeo, his eyes were still shut, but you knew he was no longer sleeping. Leaning down, you had to whisper;
"What happened last night?"
He chuckled lowly, opening one eye to take a look at you. Unlike your memory loss, Yeosang had remembered the whole ordeal from last night. With a smile, his arm snakes back on your waist, pulling you down so you are lying next to him. You could feel his body heat, the hotness of his breath on your neck. You felt a strange sense of comfort in his arms even though he was your best friend and not some fuck buddy.
"Why don't I show you." he sealed his lisp against yours, and he suddenly sat on top of you. Safe to say you wouldn't be leaving his bed until you remembered everything of the night prior in detail.
𝐒𝐚𝐧
It was 3 am when you finally got home. San was already passed out on his side of the bed when you entered your room that night. You didn't want to wake him, so you got ready for bed before passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. When the sun rose and San started to wake, you could feel him shifting. You groan in protest at the idea of getting up for work, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed all day. San seemed to have the energy of the gods that morning, unlike his usual '5 more minutes' mentality. He sat up wide awake and ready for the day but when he looked over to you seeing you hadn't even opened your eyes, he knew you weren't ready for the day the same way he was.
"Long day..." He did ask like a question, but it was more of a statement. You just huffed sightly, not even having the energy to speak. He had to chuckle slightly, showing off his classic Cheshire cat smile. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead before leaning over to the side table for his phone before getting up out of bed. "Seems like coffee and sleep is the recipe for today. I'll call our manager."
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢
You were sleeping soundly like you were cuddled by a cloud up in the heavens. Everything was perfect... that was until you shifted slightly in order to reach out for your boyfriend that was not laying next to you. He was missing, and by the faint smell of burned bacon from downstairs, it meant he was in the kitchen. You tried to roll over again, but this time, a sharp pain surged between your legs and your lower back. A heavy gasp left your lips, and luckily, Mingi came in to see you in pain. He had to bite his lip as he walked on over to the edge of the bed, looking down at your pained expression. You finally opened your eyes to see your tall boyfriend with a smug look on his face, making you groan even more.
"What's the matter, Sugar? Feeling sore." The smug bitch let out a small chuckle. Watching your tormented face turn into a glare filled with fire.
"SONG MINGI, ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!?" You yelped, pushing your face into the pillow with a fake cry. He had to cover his mouth, trying his hardest not to let another laugh out. You both thought for a moment, remembering why exactly you are so sore. And it was truly your fault. You had begged Mingi to go rougher and harder with you last night.
"I regret nothing. Now, be a good boyfriend and cuddle my pain away. " You mumbled into the pillow, waving your hand in his direction. He sighed lightly, smiling softly as he crawled into the bed with you, letting you snuggle into his chest, feeling safer in his touch. He guesses Breakfast can wait.
𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠
You woke up in a huge fit of sickness. You were dizzy, nauseous and could barely keep your eyes open. Wooyoung was nowhere to be found, and it made your emotions mess up. You called for him, and luckily, he was already heading back to the room in order to wake you up so you could get ready for the lunch you had planned with his friends.
"Come on, peach. We are going to be late." His words were stern with a touch of lightly-heartedness. You tried to sit up slightly in order to talk to him, but before you could even get a word out, you shot up to run into the bathroom to empty your stomach contents. You left like a wave of illness just washed over you, and it made Wooyoung turn into a panic. So what is the logical thing Wooyoung could do in the situation... Call Seonghwa.
The eldest tried to calm him down, saying to grab a water bottle, a warm cloth on your forehead, and bed rest. Which the young one did, moving quickly to get you situated back in bed. You groan trying to apologize, but Wooyoung kept repeating 'This isn't your fault'.
"Thanks again Hyung, I'm sorry we won't make it to the lunch," Wooyoung said while watching you curl up into a ball under the sheets. Seonghwa started talking about how it was fine and that they'd see him and you another time, but what really caught his attention is what he said at the end of the conversation.
"Are you sure she isn't pregnant?"
"PREGNANT!!!??"
𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨
You didn't sleep. You couldn't explain it. Tiredness was gifted to you, but when your eyes closed, nothing happened. You felt drained, but at the same time, you thought you could go for a run and be fine. You were restless and exhausted. Seeing the clock on the side table reading 4:30 am, you knew Jongho had to wake and head to work soon. You'd been staring at the roof all night, and what's worse is you are supposed to go to work with him today for a photo shoot for a K-drama you both were a part of. You let out a small sigh, trying not you wake him with your shifting but little did you know, Jongho had been awake for some time, listening to you shift and sigh, wondering if he should intervene or not. But the moment he heard a fake in your breath as if you were going to cry. He knew he needed to say something.
So he turned over slightly, hooking his fingers on the hem of your sleep shorts so he could pull you closer to him, letting you nuzzle your face into his neck. He didn't speak at first and nor did you. All he did was hold you, comfort you with the warm embrace of his arms and the sound of his heartbeat calming yours. It was only when he placed a kiss on your forehead that he spoke "Are you okay?"
He knew it was a silly question to ask, of course, you weren't okay. But he needed to start a conversation somehow. You shook your head slightly, not bothering to make up an excuse. But even if you wanted to lie, none seemed to come to mind... "I feel empty... I'm so tired, Jong. I just... I don't know how I feel." Your mind was all over the place, and you had no idea where to begin in expressing your emotions, so it was like your brain chose to pick none of them.
"It's okay, angel..." His words were soft, almost like a whisper. "It's okay to feel like that. Our job is tiresome and hard. And sometimes you can burn out." His hand that was firm on your hips loosened so he could snake up your back in order to run his fingers along your spine, comforting you more.
"Mental health is a serious thing. If you don't want to do something. It's okay. If you want to lay in bed for the day or hold onto me. Or even be alone. All of that is okay. It's natural to feel like this when you have such a draining job. But please, Honey, never feel like you can't talk to me. I'm here for you, just like you are for me."
You felt a stray tear all from your eye, feeling like the rubber band that seemingly had been wrapped around your chest had been cut by his words, gifting you with the first deep breath. He smiled slightly, feeling you suddenly melt into his touch, but before he got too comfortable, he leaned over to the side table to reach for his phone. You couldn't see what he was doing, but after a minute or so, he put the phone down. He turned back to you, sinking deeper into the mattress in order to have maximum comfort.
"It's cancelled. Now rest. Sleep as long as you need." He gave you one last kiss on the forehead, watching as you finally close your eyes...
"There's always another day."
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