tw: head scratches!!! rough day, no dialogue, just pure fluff and comfort
a/n: i literally wrote this bc every jongseob fic i read, this guy receives some head scratches and i'm convinced he loves it... also, his hair is so fluffy 😫
the apartment was quiet except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator when jongseob arrived, clicking the door shut behind him. the dull thud of his bag hitting the floor made you look up and see him, hair a little messy, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, eyelids too heavy for this hour, and even the sigh that left his lips seemed to carry weight. you were about to say something, maybe ask about his day, but he doesn’t give you the chance, flopping onto the couch. the small lines of stress in his shoulders still linger, even as he sinks deeper into the cushions, and in that moment you know nothing needs to be said.
it’s instinct more than thought; your hands move before you can stop them, reaching for the back of his head, brushing lightly against his scalp.
the moment he feels your touch, jongseob lets out a low, soft hum, almost a sigh that seems to settle into his whole body. it’s unconscious, but it carries all the tension of his day, dissolving it little by little. you can’t help but smile as your fingers keep moving, combing through each messy strand. his body slackens immediately, shoulders dropping further, eyes closing until the room itself seems to fade, leaving only the two of you.
the apartment is silent, but not empty; it’s a silence that feels safe, almost tender. for that brief moment, it feels like his day wasn’t so heavy after all, and that tomorrow might be kinder to him.
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tw: fluffy angst, spoiler: with a happy ending, treating wounds, blood, misunderstandings
class was boring as hell today and on your way home all you could think about was what you were gonna have for dinner. the streets are almost empty, there were few stores open and the lights shining on the skatepark bothered you. all thoughts running through your head stop when something hits your left heel, catching you out of guard as you fall down. you were already getting prepared to yell at whoever had been so careless with their skateboard when you see a boy, laying on the ground.
“are you okay?”, you yell.
“i… i think i'm fine.” he tries to get up but winces when a wave of pain hits his right knee.
and well, your too kind mind couldn't bare seeing that poor guy lay there with a bloody leg, you make your way to him, walking down the stairs to the end of the hill he fell to, kneeling down by his side.
“[name]?”, you stopped staring at his injury when you hear the boy call out your name, and when you look at his face, damn, you regretted even considering helping him.
kim jongseob. you both had studied together on 11th grade, and, hell, how you hated him. he thought so much of himself and his friends were stupid! you once overheard them talking shit about you and the words never left your head:
“i've been feeling so alone, dude”, a voice that you assumed to be jiung's claimed.
“why don't you try to flirt with [name]?”, keeho answers and you could hear the damn grin in his voice.
“don't even think about it.”, of course, jongseob, because who would ever think about flirting with the nerd?
you slam the small gap of the door shut and leave, not wanting to hear any more of their bullshit.
and now, you stare at him. the guy who you've held a grudge for almost two whole years. “jongseob?” wait, he looked good… nevermind. “uhm… are you okay?”
“yeah, i'm fine, it doesn’t hurt”, he looks down at his knee for the first time since he fell, and when he sees the blood, suddenly it does hurt. “oh, shit! that fucking hurts!”
you hold back a smirk. a side in your head tells you to just leave him there, he can take care of himself. but the other side is kinda curious about which other reactions you'll see from him if you stay for just some minutes more. you decide to listen to the last side.
“there's a pharmacy right there, i'll go get something. you wait for me here.”
“no, you don't have to-” he can't even finish his sentence before you're already sprinting to the drugstore. you come back not much time later with a small bag in your hands.
“that… must have cost a lot.” he says. and this time you can't hold back your smirk before saying “nah, you're paying me back.”
though his concern did confuse you, he must be in a lot of pain if he's caring about bothering someone. the jongseob you knew wouldn't care less. you shrug off your thoughts and first take a water bottle out of the bag, opening it and not thinking twice before dripping some all over his injury to clean it, ignoring his protests and whines.
then you take a dry small tissue and pat it over his knee. after assuring it was well cleaned, you take a bottle of ointment, open and apply it without a warning. jongseob squirms as he tries to find something to hold onto. “that hurts!” he squeals and curses under his breath.
“means it's working.” you feel a bit guilty to admit but it didn't make you feel bad to see the person who's made you hate yourself in so much pain. you finally take a box of bandages from the bag, taking one and wrapping it on his wound. you could feel his eyes on you the entire time, and when you looked back up at him, he faked a wince to hide his staring. annoying.
“done.” you put all of the things you used to treat him back inside the bag.
“thanks, i… i wanted to ask if… maybe… could i have your number?” he speaks impulsively and immediately regrets it. “i mean!!! because we went to school together, right? and i haven't seen you in a while…”
what the hell? kim jongseob was asking for your number? this couldn't be real… “no, thanks.”
“yeah, okay, i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable… thank you for helping me today.” he says with a voice too gentle for your liking.
“how come you're being so kind all of a sudden?” you ask the question that's been on your mind ever since you first saw him today.
“what do you mean?” he traces a finger through the bandage on his knee.
“you used to hate me at school! did you regret it or something?” you didn't even think before you answered.
“what?! i used to hate you?” he questions.
“yeah! you and your friends were always staring and pointing at me! and remember that day when you told them to not even think about flirting with me? i was there! i heard it! and obviously, who'd even think about flirting with the nerd? that hurted me so much because i was young and i liked you!” you choke out all of the words that had been stuck inside you ever since that day.
“wow, wow… wait… you… you got it all wrong, okay? i… i said that because i liked you!” he admits. “and they all knew it so they kept teasing me for it. but as long as i remember, i've always had the hugest crush on you.”
in that moment, you felt a chill run through your entire body. what the hell was this? a movie? there is no way the first boy to break your heart actually liked you. you didn't know what to say, you just stared at him, with eyes as wide as ever.
“that day… you made a huge noise when leaving the room so i knew you had heard. and after that you stopped even looking at my face so i thought you didn't like me back.” he continues.
“wow… we're both so stupid…” was the only phrase that you could get out of your mouth this moment, and jongseob laughed.
“so… can i get your number now?”
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