⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀LUCKY TO BE LOVED 、 fm
💬 。 oh how he's so lucky to be loved by you.
masterlist 𓋰 murata fuma x f!rea⠀ ✶⠀ comfort fic, fluff, mentions of weight, self doubt, insecurity, fluff, reassurance, established relationship, soft vulnerable fuma, i hope fuma always knows he is loved no matter what. wc: 1555 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
the dorm was quiet for once, the usual chaos of practice schedules and late-night laughs replaced by the soft hum of the city outside the window. fuma stood in front of the full-length mirror in his room, shirt off, staring at the reflection that still felt... off.
he’d always been the strong one. the one with the visible muscles that fans pointed out in every fancam, the one who carried the group’s energy on stage with that broad-shouldered presence. but after months of intense schedules, careful dieting, and the natural shift that came with growing up in this industry, the definition he was so known for had softened. he looked leaner. different.
he flexed once, then dropped his arm with a quiet sigh. “where do i even fit anymore?” he muttered to himself in japanese, the words slipping out before he could stop them. the muscles that had been his armor, his identity on stage, felt like they belonged to someone else now.
the door clicked open behind him. you stepped in quietly, carrying two iced americanos from the café downstairs—his favorite, extra shot, just how he liked it. you’d noticed the way he’d been pulling away lately, quieter during calls, staring off more during your rare dates. you knew this side of him. the thoughtful, introspective fuma who carried the weight of being sub-leader, of representing &team, of always showing up strong.
“hey,” you said softly, setting the drinks down. your eyes met his in the mirror. “lost in thought again?”
he turned, trying to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “just... looking. i don’t know. after losing some weight, i feel like i don’t recognize myself sometimes. the fans loved the muscles. the strong image. what if that’s all i was good for?”
you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. his skin was warm, familiar. you could feel the subtle shift in his frame, but to you, it was still him. solid. steady. yours. his warmth, his steady heartbeat—those things hadn’t changed. to you, he was still the same fuma you had fallen for a year prior
“fuma,” you whispered against his back, “you think that’s what makes you belong? the way you look?” you gently turned him to face you, hands resting on his chest.
“you belong because you’re you. the guy who stays up practicing vocals until his voice cracks because he wants to be better. the one who checks on every member like a big brother. the one who makes me feel safe just by existing in the same room. luné still adore you.”
he looked down at you, something vulnerable flickering in his gaze—letting out a shaky breath, eyes searching yours before speaking “but what if they notice the change and feel disappointed? i’ve always been the strong physically for the team…for luné”
“and you still are,” you interrupted gently, smiling up at him. “just in new ways. you don’t have to stay the same forever. you’re allowed to evolve, to look different, to figure out the next version of yourself. and i’ll be there to love you every step of that journey with you.”
fuma’s gaze lingered on you for a long moment, the vulnerability in his eyes slowly giving way to something warmer, more at peace. he let out a long breath and pulled you flush against him, arms wrapping around you like you were his anchor.
“i’ve been carrying this fear for weeks,” he confessed softly, voice low against your hair. “worrying that if i’m not the same muscular guy from before, i’ll let everyone down. the members… the fans… you.” he paused, swallowing hard.
you hugged him tighter, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “you could never let me down, fuma. not by being human. not by growing. i fell in love with your heart, your kindness, your passion—not just your arms. and luné love you for the same reasons. they see how hard you work, how much you care. that’s what matters.”
he tilted your chin up and kissed you—slow and deep, pouring all the gratitude and love he couldn’t quite put into words. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, a genuine, soft smile finally breaking through.
“thank you,” he whispered.
you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for several long minutes, the iced americanos slowly sweating on the desk, forgotten. the city hummed softly outside, car horns and distant voices blending into a gentle backdrop. fuma’s breathing evened out as he held you, his large hands tracing slow circles on your back. you could feel the last remnants of tension leaving his body with every exhale.
eventually, you pulled back just enough to look at him properly. his dark eyes were clearer now, no longer clouded by that heavy self-doubt. you reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, letting your fingers linger on his temple.
“come on,” you said softly, tugging him toward the bed. “let’s lay down? you’ve been standing in front of that mirror long enough tonight.”
he followed without protest, something he rarely did when his mind was spiraling. the two of you settled against the sheets, legs tangled comfortably. fuma kept one arm around your waist, pulling you close so your head rested on his chest. the steady thump of his heartbeat was soothing under your ear.
“remember when we first met?” you asked quietly, tracing patterns on his shirt. “you were so serious during that fan meeting. all tall and strong and focused. but then you saw me struggling with my lightstick and you came over to help fix it. that tiny, kind gesture… that’s when i knew there was so much more to you than the stage persona.”
fuma let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “i was nervous that day. you probably didn’t notice it, i was trying so hard to be the perfect senior for the members. the perfect idol for the fans. but you smiled at me like i was just a normal guy, not some idol who needed to look a certain way. it felt…kinda freeing.”
you tilted your head to look up at him. “that’s because you are just fuma to me. the guy who burns toast when he tries to make breakfast but still insists on cooking for the dorm sometimes. the one who sends me voice notes talking about taemin or your latest catch in pokémon or something the member did that made you laugh. the one who stays up late watching movies with me even when he has an early schedule the next day.”
he squeezed you gently, his free hand coming up to play with your hair. “i’ve changed a lot in the past year. not just physically. being sub-leader, the tours, the constant pressure…at 27, i thought i’d feel a lot more settled, more sure of my place. but losing some of that muscle definition kinda made me feel like i was losing part of my identity as an idol. like fans might look at me and think i’m not trying hard enough anymore.”
you shifted a little higher, propping yourself on one elbow so you could look at him properly. your free hand moved to rest on his cheek, thumb brushing gently under his eye where the exhaustion from weeks of overthinking had left faint shadows.
“the fans who truly love you—luné who’ve been here since the beginning—they don’t just stan your arms or how your abs look when you lift your shirt during heated moments of the tours. they love how you protect the members. how you laugh with that deep, warm sound when k is being ridiculous. how you always give your all even when you’re tired. that hasn’t changed. and the ones who only cared about the muscles?” you shrugged lightly, smiling. “they’ll either grow with you or they weren’t really seeing you to begin with. either way, that’s not on you.”
fuma’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. his hand slipped under your shirt again, palm flat against your lower back like he needed the steady warmth of your skin to believe this was real. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear felt stronger now, calmer.
“i never knew i could feel this lucky,” he confessed quietly, the words brushing against your temple. “to be loved like this. even on the days when i doubt everything—my body, my place, whether i’m doing enough. you’re always on my side. when I'm with you, i feel so much love, like i can do anything.”
you nestled deeper into his chest, legs tangling further with his under the sheets. the city outside continued its distant hum, but inside this moment it was just the two of you—his large frame curled protectively around yours, the faint scent of his shampoo and the lingering trace of jis cologne in the air.
fuma stayed quiet for a long moment, his fingers still tracing slow circles on your lower back. then, barely above a whisper, he spoke against your hair.
“the reflection in the mirror… it looks different now. but i’m not afraid anymore. because you make me feel like i can start over. when i’m with you, i’m home. i can just be myself.”
your heart squeezed. you tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
he smiled—small, genuine, and so full of warmth it made your chest ache.
“you are lucky,” you whispered back, echoing his earlier words with a gentle tease. “but so am i.”
fuma pulled you even closer, forehead resting against yours, dark eyes soft and steady in the low light. his voice was low, warm, and full of quiet certainty as he said the words like a promise:
“i’m lucky to be loved by you.”
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authors note: this one is very gentle and personal to me. i cried a bit writing it. fuma has always been the "strong" member whether that be physically or mentally. i wanted to give him the kind of love he deserves in this fic—the kind that says it’s okay to change, it’s okay to feel unsure, and it’s okay to be loved even when you’re not the same as before. because to me, fuma has never been just muscles. he's been kindness, quiet effort, deep but warm laughs, and a heart that cares so deeply. he became my bias because of his passion and drive (as well as his nerdy interests). i hope he can atleast feel the love. i hope my love transcends time and space. i hope it finds its way to him. i love him in all his moon phases and i will continue to do so.
thank you for reading.
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