ahhh I’m sorry but I changed this one to tbz bc it reminded me of kevin!! anon, I’ll use the tbz prompt u sent for svt instead <3333
I love this prompt but I wrote it so weird HELP this one is stupid but it's kinda fun 😭😭 I might make this into a longer fic I think it's so cute
best before - tbz ♪ ⋆ﾟ⊹
It was sufficient to say that you were right when you warned Kevin not to eat the expired can of perilla leaves that he found at the back of the pantry.
"They're not even supposed to be kept in the pantry, Kevin." You said to him exasperatedly. You held out a single hand, palm upturned expectantly and gave him a wide eyed glare. "You can't eat them, they're expired. Give them to me."
"I won't get sick."
""You will get sick."
"They're best before two weeks ago. Two weeks later, they're not best, but still pretty good!"
"Do you hear yourself?" You pressed a hand to your forehead in utter disbelief. "You sound insane."
"Don't believe me? Watch." He snipped, pulling back the tab on the edge of the container and pulling it open with a creak of the rusty, unused metal. Your mouth gaped open as he snatched a pair of chopsticks from the counter indignantly, picking up an enormous bite of perilla leaves, cold and damp. They looked disgusting. In fact, you were pretty sure you saw a few specks of mold embedded in the soggy greenery.
"Kevin. Do not." He did. He put the entire bite of perilla leaves in his mouth, chewing with a satisfied face that he was using to cover up the utter disgust he was holding back. He chewed, twice, thrice, then swallowed dramatically, gesturing to his face with a smirk.
"See? I'm fine."
The next morning, he was not fine. After all, best before dates exist for a reason, and Kevin should've listened when you told him that a nasty case of food poisoning would be on its way soon, and should've taken the antibiotics you recommended to him. Sure, he was a little sheepish at how absolutely wrong he was. But if it meant you had to sit by his bedside and spoon feed him bites of soup, stroking his hair and pressing kisses to his cheek while you told him he would be okay?
He would never pay attention to a best before date again.
warnings ⋆ insecurities and thoughts of unreciprocated love, implied hate comments
prompts ⋆ 8 : did you miss me? — huh? i didn't even know you were gone // 48 : tell me you love me. it doesn't have to be the truth. i just... i need to hear you say it — prompts are from ficscafe's dialogue prompt event.
tagging @nilesig because it's kevin :]
TBZ MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION
Kevin’s scrolling through his phone while curled up under the blankets, his heart aching with every article that appeared under your shared hashtag with him. It was three am, and yet here he was, slowly letting himself deteriorate with every tweet he came across.
He knew the internet was a dark place and that everything said shouldn’t be believed, but he couldn’t help himself from checking the tweets from your fans, letting all their opinions about your relationship get into his head.
As per usual, he didn’t text you whenever he read these things. He never called nor told you in person, keeping all of this knowledge bottled up within himself. He didn’t need to ask for reassurance or confirmation. He thought he’d be just fine without it, convincing himself that he knew you truly loved him to the moon and back.
But even those who were made of steel could easily be broken down with the comments he was receiving, making him doubt his own reality and strengths.
“Kevin, are you in there?”
At the sound of your soft voice from the other side of the door, Kevin immediately placed his phone face down on his nightstand, watching the way you slowly opened the door.
“Oh, you’re awake,” you whispered, stepping into his room. He sat up in his spot with a nod when you made your way over to him, seating yourself on the edge of his bed. “Did you miss me?”
His features scrunched up at the obvious question. “Huh? I didn’t even know you were gone,” he snorted sarcastically, quick to pull you into his arms.
Your laugh tugged the corners of his lips upward, choosing to gently press his lips against your temple.
Though, when he noticed the genuine smile that adorned his lips, it quickly disappeared, his thoughts from earlier resurfacing.
He grew quiet, having you both sit in silence in the dark. You figured he was sleepy, letting him rest his forehead on your shoulder with his eyes closed while your arms snaked around his torso, holding him close.
“...Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
More minutes of silence passed, Kevin trying his absolute best to organize his thoughts only for them to end up even worse than they were before. He knew it wasn’t you, but the tweets itself that made your touch feel so foreign against him, becoming more and more insecure about your love towards him.
“Y/N?” he repeated, his voice almost going unnoticed if it wasn’t for the pure silence shared between you two.
Before you could answer him for the second time, his heart spoke over his mind. “Tell me you love me,” he muttered, refusing to open his eyes to look at you. “It doesn’t have to be the truth, it’s just—I just…I need to hear you say it.”
“...Kevin?”
“Please Y/N,” he croaked, his heartache returning.
“Kevin.”
It felt like the entire world had stopped when he heard the sternness in your tone, wishing that you could just say those three words so he could be put at ease.
But all thoughts left when you brought his face into the palm of your hands, letting his eyes meet yours. He watched the way they sparkled in the dark, completely falling apart inside when noticing the amount of sincerity that they held as your thumbs grazed against his cheeks.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” His eyes fell shut once again, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
“It hurts me to hear you say that, you know?” you mumbled, stroking your fingers through his hair as you kept him close against you.
“Saying I love you too?”
“No, you dummy. I meant you telling me to say I love you whether I mean it or not. Is everything alright? Did something happen while I was away?”
When you received no answer, you let out a small sigh, knowing that you’ll get Kevin to speak another time.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you so much.”
“I know.”
“Kevin!”
He laughed, letting you push him down against the bed. He fought back by rolling you over, choosing to lie down on top of you with his chin resting on your chest. His smile returned, looking at you with all the love he could muster up within.
There may be a day when he does tell you everything; a day where he’s able to break down and cry in your arms, spilling about all that he’s read and the rumors that have been spread.
But right here, right now, he was here with you.
A/N ⋆ not much thought was put into this, but i'm somewhat slightly proud of it? hopefully others are able to feel what i wanted to portray
