who i am ✿ minju
fluff───────kisses skinship overthinking O412
exhaustion is not new to you. in fact, that weight has been left on your shoulders for far too long, forgotten by all but the one carrying it. today, you feel worse. nothing went well, your work was far from perfect; each second that ticked by was one more tick on the checklist, sent being pressed on yet another email.
minju does not lack in sense like most. she knows when you’re lying, knows each signal in your body language by heart. eyes darting towards the floor, forming patterns in the layout of the tiles; your spoon gently tossing your rice around the sides of your favourite bowl ( that she chose with care ), careful not to make an unpleasant sound; shoulders drooped, frame curling into itself in the dark as if you wouldn’t be able to handle being perceived,to be looked at like you mean something.
which, to your girlfriend, you are much more than just that. something.
you’re her entire world—scratch that, you’re the sun she revolves around, aside from the chaos of others, the thoughts bouncing around her head. you never seem to understand, and it’s a shame. minju prays for the day when you look in the mirror and see yourself the way she does, an angel sent by the heavens to bless her with simply your presence.
your feet drag against tile, door creaking in sync to the weary sighs of your bones. your coat feels like it’s smothering you, your bag almost as heavy as the tug minju’s heart undergoes the moment her eyes land on you.
weary, eyes sunken into the shape of your skull, lips dry: you hate chapped lips. something is extremely off, and she can tell with a single glance.
a hand slithers around your wrist, limp against a firm, soft hand that belongs to minju, before she tugs you down onto the couch, straight into her arms. no words, just pure comfort that you’d refused to accept you so desperately needed.
“what’s going on?” she murmurs against your neck, “and don’t you lie to me.” her exhales tickle the skin near your collarbone.
you couldn’t lie if you tried. you manage to mumble something to convey just how shitty your day was, minju’s lips trailing down your shoulder a welcome distraction.
maybe being tired isn’t such a bad thing after all, not when you get to be held like a doll, wrapped in the comfort of the girl you love.
footnote first illit work / this came from late night motivation a week ago
