[16:42] boyfriend!johnny was aware that his large physique intimated people. a tall stature he inherited from his parents and his time as an athlete contributed to this. back then, he had been the subject of such rumours that he was a part of a triad during his time in school.
for whatever reason there was, the majority believed it to be true. they’re following the stereotype, he’d say. despite being at the taller side of the height spectrum, it was obvious he would be mistakened to be aloof. in contrast though, he was still well appreciated and respected by everyone.
you were guilty of being a part of the majority for a shortwhile, but those rumours were proven to be false when you discovered something quite surprising. with other people, he was quite cold but friendly. but with you..
.. johnny was a tsundere, and a huge one on that note.
he was misunderstood by many when in reality, he was such a sweetheart and more of a gentleman than others would like to offer. he was just soft for you.
you’ve been his girlfriend and were in a relationship since then and entered your fifth month together. so johnny wanted to hang out at the arcade, saying that the trending reels of alphabet dates inspired him to do so.
good for you since you were looking for some excitement after finishing your graduation papers. it even became more interesting when you spotted your high school friends, majority of them being guys and introduced him to them.
your boyfriend was taken back by this, he didn’t know that you were very friendly with guys. of course he’d understand the nostalgic familiarity you felt.
“babe.” he playfully whined, placing his lips on your head, his hand around your waist. but he felt a little kick in his heart when you slowly entertained them.
“just for a bit, babe. it’s been 10 years.” you locked his hand to yours.
the small talk you had led to the punching machine, knowing that things would get rowdy in a bit. johnny felt a little protective and his hold on your hand tightened that it wasn’t unnoticable for you.
“johnny, was it?” jaebeom started, “fancy a game?” referring to the punching machine.
“yeah, sure.” he coldly accepted, making you raise an eyebrow in a skeptical way.
one by one your high school friends had their turn. johnny stood by the basketball ring machine, one hand on it and another on his hip, observing the guys.
if you remembered correctly, he scored a 961 with people from his 127 filming club. this time the highest score was 943, made by jaebeom. piece of cake, he thought.
folding his sleeve up to his shoulder, you couldn’t help but silently laugh at what your boyfriend was trying to prove.. that he was way stronger than any of them combined.
boom. his punch landed on the bag. the numbers crawled up quickly. johnny was sure he’d at least score 965. when the numbers showed a 949, jaebeom and his friends nodded in pride that your boyfriend was not someone they should mess with.
when you bid your farewells after a 10 minute meeting, you turn to johnny. “what was that all about?” you snickered, cupping his face seeing him all pouty.
he sniffed in a laugh and peeked glances around, making sure you two were alone. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. “whatever you mean?”
you poked his cheek dimples as he smiled and that’s when you figured him out. “you were jealous, weren’t you?”
he hid his face between your neck and shoulder, “mhm. you saw right through me. was i obvious?”
you carressed his hair, he was being a softie when it’s just the two of you. “johnny, babe, it was waayy too obvious.”
he pulled back, smiling at you endearingly. he ran his thumb along your lips before placing his on it. “of course, gotta show ‘em who the alpha is.”
you laughed too loud for your liking, covering your mouth and playfully hit his chest. “oh that’s what it is. i guess i should bark?”
johnny parroted your laugh before challenging you, “can you? bark for me?”
“make me.” you ruffled his hair, making his grip on you tighten.
prompt 30: “you’re so needy.” // time stamp [10:29 PM]
warnings: pretty suggestive, listen I would jump hwa right out the gate too ngl ✌︎('ω')✌︎, pouty reader, soft hwa, seonghwa likes getting his hair pulled listen I don’t make the rules okay?? (OvO), it doesn’t help that I was listening to It’s You while writing this…
notes: this was so much fun to write!! I’m more comfy dabbling in the suggestive realm rather than full on smut, so hopefully it turned out okay. Hope you like this one, anon!
“You’re so needy today,” Seonghwa hums in amusement, a loving smile on his lips as he gazes at you tenderly. “Is everything okay?”
You whine softly as his fingers dance up and down your sides, poking you playfully every once in a while. “I barely saw you these past couple weeks because of your schedule, let me be clingy.” You sulk with a deep frown, wrapping your arms and legs around him to make a point. Seonghwa puffs a laugh through his nose and takes his hands from under your shirt to smooth it down before adjusting you to a more comfortable position in his lap.
“All I’m saying is that I just walked in the door and you’re already jumping me,” Seonghwa laughs, squeezing the sides of your thighs and smirking when he hears the small gasp leave you.
“And all I’m hearing is you complaining,” You quip back, gathering a handful of his hair and tugging hard enough to hear a gasp of his own.
“Not complaining,” He defends himself, pulling back and cupping your face with his hands. “Just surprised.”
You take in his half lidded eyes and heavy breathing, his look already desperate, and close the gap to press your lips hard against his. “And now, you’ll be the death of me,” He whispers in between kisses, pulling your hips closer to his.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: fluffy comfort fic
♡ word count: 710 words
♡ author’s note: oh what a privilege it must be to be loved by kang younghyun... (listen to: come as you are)
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You stirred from your sleep. It was dreamless; black and empty – but in the best way possible.
There was way too much on your mind lately. Work had been keeping you busy, with deadlines piling up left, right and centre. That, along with mild disagreements with your family over trivial matters, and various life admin tasks that you’d been abandoning in favour of rest and doomscrolling, had left you running on empty for days.
Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking several times to adjust to the warm night light in the corner of your bedroom. It covered the entire space with an ethereal, golden glow. In the centre of it all, sat your dearest boyfriend, hunched over your study, fingers plucking silently at his guitar, headphones resting atop his head. He hummed softly to himself, completely absorbed in his music; his art.
It was a wonder to you how he was still able to function at this late hour. The little analog clock that stood by your bedside read 2:34am, and yet his hand flew across the pages of his notebook, scribbling hurriedly.
It was a wonder, indeed, how he had welcomed you home with warm arms and a piping hot meal after a long day at work. He even ran a bath for you with your favourite bath salts and kneaded at the knots on your shoulders until all the tension melted away with the fragrant liquid. Once he patted you dry with a fluffy towel and tucked you into bed, he willingly complied with your requests, taking care of your… other needs that only he could satisfy.
And yet, after all that, he insisted on working late into the night.
This just wouldn’t do.
“Younghyun…” You called out, voice coarse and laced with traces of your slumber.
At the softest call of his name, he turned around, pushing down his headphones to let them rest on his shoulder. He hummed, a gentle smile working its way onto his lips. He looked at you, basking in the dim light of your desk lamp – how it casted shadows on your soft features and your plump lips, still swollen and pink from his care. Your body, covered in his t-shirt that was several sizes too big for you, that was covered in another layer of duvet. Your hair that framed your face so perfectly, despite its slight messiness, was a sign that you slept well. Your eyes, that he was so familiar with getting lost in, beckoned him to return to his rightful place – next to you.
“It’s late, c’mere.” You said, hoping that you were convincing enough for him to abandon his work and cuddle you to sleep instead. Your lips formed into an adorable pout.
Little did you know, Younghyun needed little convincing to be stuck right by your side. He jotted down his remaining thoughts, lest they fade in the morning, and returned his instrument to its rightful place. In little to no time, he pulled back the covers and climbed in with you.
“You’re cold.” You complained, scrunching your nose adorably the second his bare arms and legs made contact with yours. The seasons were changing from spring to summer, and while the days were getting warmer, the nights still bore the remnants of chilly temperatures. Tonight was no exception.
“You’re warm.” He mumbled happily, getting into a comfortable position. His legs tangled with yours, much to your dismay, and his arms snaked around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. “Hmm, perfect.” He sighed, absolutely content.
You buried your face into his neck, deeply inhaling his natural scent. Nothing beats having your boyfriend right where you want him – next to you, in bed, in your arms, chest to chest. You could feel his heart beating next to yours as you both settled into each others’ bodies.
“Let’s go to sleep.” He said, pressing his lips on the top of your head, filling his nostrils with the scent of your freshly washed hair, one of his favourite scents in the world.
You mumbled something against his skin, leaving him ticklish and curious about your words.
He hummed questioningly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down against you.
⇀ hongjoong loves the fact that his juniors are getting the recognition they deserve. just not like this.
⇁ it's fine. really. so fine. abso-tively fine. fucking fantastic even
"Ah, shit,"
Hongjoong scrambled up as he hastily saved the file of work he was doing for the past... four hours. He remembered you coming to take him for a walk or coffee around three hours ago, saying that he needed to see something other than the blue light emitted from his computer's screen. Of course, in a true Kim Hongjoong fashion, he said "yes" which was followed by "but let me finish this tiny part first" and of course, in a true (y/n) fashion, being impossibly in love with the man, you agreed and sat down on the couch behind him, waiting.
Now, three hours later, Hongjoong realized that you were no longer even in the room and that was when he decided to panic. Hands moving in the speed of light whilst still trying to be careful so he wouldn't knock anything off of his desk or worse, onto his computer. Whilst his file was saving into his computer (in a speed that was oddly longer than usual), Hongjoong tried calling you to know your whereabouts and to prepare the length of apology he might need to do in case you were pissed at him. But unfortunately for him, you weren't answering your phone nor seeing his texts which made him think the worst case scenario. You had gone home because he was being inconsiderate.
Praying that his files would complete its saving progress, Hongjoong took his keys, AirPods, and wallet off the desk and shoved them down his pocket and immediately exit his office to go find you.
Much to his surprise, however, he was met with the sight of you in the communal area of the production office with Joy, Maddox's dog, in your lap. You were cooing at the puppy as you rubbed her furry belly, tummy up on your lap, panting happily and even making eye contact with Hongjoong as if she was taunting him over the attention you were giving her.
"Lucky bitch," Hongjoong grumbled under his breath. Despite the remark, he wasn't really pissed whatsoever, not at anything and especially not at the dog, as he was honestly just glad to see that you hadn't left the building. Which means that there was a chance that you weren't mad whatsoever especially with Joy in your lap. Hongjoong was in the safe zone this time it seems. So knowing that your mood will be all happy and positive since you had the adorable canine in your lap, Hongjoong figured that he can be just as cute and butter you up, saying all the right things and within no time you'd be feeding him pasta.
However, just as Hongjoong was about to join you, he heard footsteps coming closer in a jogging pace, and soon a figure emerged, grinning brightly in his oversized hoodie with something in his hands. "Noona, I found her snacks!" Minjae grinned widely, plopping down on the floor in front of you as he opened the packaging of the dog biscuit happily. Maybe it was Hongjoong's jealousy creeping, but he could almost see puppy ears and tail on Minjae, wagging happily next to you as if basking in your attention. But it was probably nothing and he was just overanalyzing because he had been feeling bad for working when he was supposed to be doing something with you. What made the vein in Hongjoong's forehead almost pop, however, was when you cooed and patted Minjae on top of his head like he was a puppy himself. "Good job, Minjae! You're such a good boy!" And you even complimented him like a puppy, what even is that!?
"Noona," Minjae whined, face blushing as his arms half-heartedly tried to brush your hands away from him, "Don't pet me like a dog!" He pouted, averting his eyes shyly to focus on Joy who he had began feeding. "Aw boo, how can I not, Minjae? You're the most adorable leader I've ever known,"
And that was it.
"Hey!" Hongjoong plopped right next to you, his left arm draping over your shoulder with a huge (creepy) grin on his face (that seemed vaguely threatening towards Minjae). "What are you guys doing?" He asked, purposefully planting a big smooch to your cheek (and regretting it as seen from his VERY red face) and then looking straight at Minjae, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in lessons?" Hongjoong hoped that Minjae would take the hint and scooch away. Far far away and for a long long time. "Oh, I was. But the vocal coach wanted to spend more time with Junmin and Jinsik so I was let out early and I met noona with Joy and I just couldn't help myself!" He grinned. "Of course you couldn't help yourself," Hongjoong muttered under his breath lowly which Minjae didn't caught but you sure did though you pretended like you didn't.
So you decided to have your own little fun.
"Yeah, Minjae was taking care of his members and also me for some reason. Heck, he even helped take care of Joy! Isn't he such a good leader?" You smiled in faux innocence at Hongjoong, clearly wanting to emphasize how good of a leader you think Minjae is. The words made Hongjoong's eye twitch in annoyance and jealousy, not liking that his spot of "favourite leader" in your heart was seemingly threatened by a boy whom he helped mentored. "Yeah... Minjae's an awesome dude, isn't he?" By that point, Hongjoong's smile was strained so hard it seemed like his cheek bones were cramping.
Oblivious to what you two were doing, Minjae looked up with his big innocent eyes and spoke up for himself, "Well, I took a lot of Hongjoong hyung's advice and he took great care of me, so obviously I wanted to return the favour to (y/n) noona!" Though his words were sincere and seemed to praise Hongjoong, the coo and head pats you gave the younger guy only caused Hongjoong's nose to flare as he huffed out a breath.
Luckily, someone (that sounded like Hunter) called for Minjae from the end of the hall and Minjae immediately excused himself. While Hongjoong appreciated the speed, he almost pulled you onto his lap when Minjae gave you a side hug before running off. In Hongjoong's eyes, it felt like Minjae was running off in pure happiness with giddy steps that he got from you and call it the possessive boyfriend and captain in him, but he didn't like that at all. Not one bit.
When Minjae was out of sight, you turned to look at Hongjoong with a grin that was far too smug to his liking. In contrast, Hongjoong was frowning hard that the bottom sides of his lips and the spot between his eyebrows creased in clear annoyance. The both of you stared at each other like that for a while, clearly communicating, saying things without using actual words just by looking at each other. Most of your public communication happened that way as to save yourselves from using words or even having to think about what words to use. It effectively eliminates prolonged argument and you both believed that it was because you just loved each other so much. And you truly do. How else would you both been able to do this?
Finally, giving up, Hongjoong let out a huff before he broke the silence. "Well, you could've said something! And you know, not hang with Minjae? Because I'm the best leader you know, period. I don't care about anything else, I'm the only leader in your heart, okay? You should not be looking at other leaders, heck, you shouldn't even be thinking about other leaders! Because do they have to deal with Wooyoung?? Do they have to deal with Yeosang??? Do they have to deal with literally all five members of 99z along with Seonghwa and Jongho? Because I did and I damn know I did a fantastic job with them! An-" before he could ramble more you had pressed your lips onto his with a giggle, effectively shutting him up as Joy jumped up onto Hongjoong's chest with her tail wagging happily. When you pulled away, Hongjoong's frown has melted and he looked slightly shocked which to you was absolutely adorable. "I'm just hanging with Minjae, Joongie and I said Minjae was the most adorable leader ever, you're my captain, okay? You are my ONLY captain and you're the handsomest, most adorable, and best of the best captain and I love you, okay?" You then stood up with a hand outstretched to him as you hold Joy in your other hand, nodding towards the front door, "Come on, we're taking you out to get you some coffee and Joy some fresh air."
Now happy, Hongjoong gladly took your hand in his, all jealousy melting away as he was finally able to have your attention to himself. Sure, he loves his juniors, but hell will freeze over before he share you with anyone else.
"You can't blame me for liking Minjae though, he's as cute as a button and as determined as a puppy. He reminds me of you slightly."
you were sitting on your guys bed when you turned towards the door and saw lino holding soonie. lino had an extremely amused look on his face, but he still look confused. you looked at him, and then at soonie. the red lipstick kiss mark still on his forehead.
“oh…i thought it would’ve magically disappeared before you got home.”
you joked. you now also had an amused look on your face. the lipstick you had on when you kissed the cat now wiped off your face and all in his fur. lino moves towards the bed and puts soonie down and the cat moves towards your lap. lino sits right next to you.
“so….?”
he said, but it came off more like a question.
“so..?”
you asked him back.
“you’re going to give my cat kisses but not give me any after you haven’t seen me the whole day?”
you laughed. you turned to the bedside and opened a drawer. lino seemed curious and while you were leaning down to grab whatever it was he got a peak and could tell you were rubbing something on your lips. before he had a chance to properly react, you grabbed his cheeks with both of your hands and kissed him all over his face while he pushes you off jokingly. by the bright red color on your lip, he could tell he looked just like soonie now.
“forget it, mark. you were right. you meant what you said and what you said was that i am holding you back.” your voice isn’t nearly as strong as you wished it was as you wipe furiously at the tears falling from your eyes. mark wants to say that you’re wrong. that he couldn’t move forward without you. that you were his muse, not a hindrance.
he wants to. he sees in your eyes that you want him to too. you want him to fight for you - to fight for the two of you. but for some reason, all mark can do is look at you with guilt swimming in his eyes.
“your love,” he whispers, against his will. “i said your love is holding me back.”
mark doesn’t know why he says it. he feels as though he’s been possessed by a demon of the cruelest caliber, undoubtedly a demon that was rejoicing in the physical pain it was causing such innocent souls.
you stagger back when he says that, so shocked that your crying pauses, as if even the goddess of tears couldn’t bare to assign more pain to your fragile and broken heart.
“my love. sorry. you said my love was holding you back,” you say softly. you hope the heartbreak in your heart was enough to satisfy whichever godly being it seemed you stood up against. you weren’t sure you were stronger to go through much more of it.
“wait - wait. no - wait. stop.”
you recede further into the comfort of the shadows surrounding you as mark steps towards you, the city of seoul as vibrant and busy as ever as you back into the alleyway of his apartment. you didn’t think you could escape his cruel words even if you wanted to, you realize as your back touches the wall. you could run right now - run right back to your apartment.
but you don’t. you wait for mark to speak with bated breath as you lose command of the tear that slips down your cheek against your will.
“let’s break up.”
you hate to admit it but you hadn’t been expecting it. when he told you to wait, when he told you to stop. when he still held onto your attention and love even when he confessed he didn’t want it, you were hoping that he would wrap his arms around you and tell you to forget what he said. that he didn’t mean it.
genres &&. warnings — timestamp, fluff, established relationship &&. lapslock intended, crying, soobin being adorable.
word count — 1.8k
note — happy one week anniversary to me and txt san antonio d1. miss existing in the same room as txt so much. anyways i started writing this on saturday night after la d1 because i was just. so completely overwhelmed with emotions. i'm so proud of txt. i always will be.
the second your boyfriend and his friends have taken their bows, said their seemingly never-ending goodbyes to fans, and disappeared behind the divider that allows them to slip backstage unseen, you’re winding your way out of the crowd. fans are packing their things away, a cacophony of lightsticks powering down ringing out around you, and you smile at unsuspecting fans as you move past, making for the stairs as fast as possible without tripping.
you break out into the halls of the stadium and while you’ve made it out of the crowd in the stands, you’re met with the exiting mob. it’s like swimming against the current, just on land rather than water. and you’re trying desperately not to push anyone, sticking close to the outskirts so you’re not fighting against too many people, taking your time to pick your way through the throngs of concertgoers.
but the closer you get to the backstage entrance yeonjun showed you earlier, the more restless you become. you haven’t seen soobin in a month because of this tour, and facetime calls are a sad excuse of a compromise; you’ve missed seeing the real thing in person since he kissed you goodbye in the entrance to your apartment with a promise of calling you the second he touched down in america. more important than anything right now is to see him face to face, to hold him to your chest and not let go for minutes on end.
what transpired tonight feels like a fever dream: stadium show, sold out, every single seat filled. this is what soobin and the boys have been working towards their entire career, and they made it. and you were here for it. when you’d initially booked your flight to la, you hadn’t considered the milestone tonight and tomorrow night would be for the boys; you simply missed soobin and you’d wanted to see him. but halfway through the show, it hit you just how monumental all of this really is.
and that realization now is manifesting into an incessant need to see choi soobin right this second. you barely stop long enough to flash the security guards at the backstage entrance your badge, proving that you’re allowed to be back there, before you’re taking off again in the direction of the dressing rooms. away from the fans, your tears, happy as they may be, flow freely and you nearly get lost a couple of times before the green room finally comes into view, door wide open and laughter pouring out like audible warmth, steady and comforting and like home.
you dash towards the room, coming to a short stop in the threshold, a hand braced against the cool metal frame. the five boys are goofing off, wiping sweat from their faces and munching on snacks to tide them over until they get back to their hotel, laughing and shoving at one another as they joke around in a bid to burn off adrenaline. they’re so wrapped up in their own little world that not a single one notices you. something or other about taking matters into your own hands, you suppose.
“hey! choi soobin!” you call, out of breath and wild with anticipation and excitement. a month apart is coming to a very surprise close and when the boy in question whips around, eyes wide and round like a deer in headlights, it’s all you can do not to melt under his discerning gaze, watching as he blinks once, twice, three times while he registers that you stand before him, eyes just as wide and breathing just as heavy. but when he finally catches up to reality, the expression that crosses his face is priceless.
“oh my god!” he says, blindly setting down whatever he was eating on the table behind him before he rushes across the room to you. his embrace comes in hot and fast, arms wrapped tight around your waist in the blink of an eye, so much momentum that the two of you stumble into the hallway, still locked together. “oh my god, what are you doing here?”
he pulls his face away from your neck to really get a look at you. his eyes shine with tears and stardust, catching stray beams of light in the hallway. he looks like he can’t believe any of this is real and honestly, you don’t blame him because it doesn’t feel real at all to you either.
“i came to see you, silly,” you respond, smiling up at your precious boyfriend. you sink your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, wrap your arms a little tighter around him, shuffle a little closer. you’ve wished to be back in his embrace every night for weeks and now you’re here and it feels like the first time all over again: special and warm and one of a kind. “i missed you and i couldn’t wait anymore, so… here i am.”
soobin smiles brightly and who are you to not return it?
“here you are,” he repeats, untangling his arms from around your waist, only to cup your cheeks in his hands to leave a million and one kisses on your face. he giggles the whole time, nuzzling his nose along your skin and whispering sweet nothings between every one. “‘m glad you’re here. thank you for coming.”
when his mission of pressing kisses to every square inch of your face is complete, he winds his arms around you again, leaning his cheek against the top of your head. he rocks you back and forth in that hallway for so long, just holding you against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady under your cheek. you missed this, you missed him, but you’re glad that he went away to chase his dreams.
“‘m so proud of you, binnie. you did so well tonight,” you say quietly, voice trembling on the last few syllables. your fingers curl tight into the back of his shirt, not so much to wrinkle it but enough to anchor yourself against him as you feel the tears bubbling up.
soobin smiles, felt in the way his cheek rustles against your hair. one hand presses warm and comforting into the small of your back, the other soothing the space above. it’s a little ridiculous, the way you’re the one crying when he’s the one who just played a three hour concert to a sold out stadium of over twenty thousand people, but you are so overcome with pride that you can’t help it. he’s fought so hard to get here, he deserves this more than anyone you know (the other four boys excluded).
soobin shushes you softly when he feels the first few tears seep through his shirt. “shh, darling. you don’t need to cry. it’s okay.”
he coos at you over and over, breathy little chuckles wracking through him every once in a while, whispering about how cute and sweet and lovely you are. he reiterates time and time again that really, there’s no reason to cry, but through your attempts to catch your breath, you tell him that you can’t help it, that you’re so overwhelmed with pride and love that the only way your body knows how to release it is through tears, which makes him giggle even more and hold you even tighter.
“my baby, always so sweet to me.” his voice is soft and gentle, warm against the top of your head. “i made it this far because you always believed in me. i’m glad you were here to see it all.”
you sniffle and nod in assent, muttering a “me too,” voice still thick with tears. you’re gradually coming down off the adrenaline of the night, glad to have the sweetest boy in front of you holding your pieces together. when you finally do calm down enough, he leans back, arms still linked around you and a soft smile on his face.
“it’s about time for us to clear out of here for the night. wanna come back to the hotel and have dinner?” he asks, tilting his head to meet your gaze, eyes still shining with that silver stardust. you nod again and he smiles that pouty little smile of his. his hands take their rightful place on your cheeks, soft thumbs wiping away stray tears, and he kisses you slow and gentle. “so cute… c’mon. let’s get out of here.”
soobin moves away reluctantly, but links your hands together when he turns back towards the green room where yeonjun, beomgyu, taehyun, and kai have been watching it all unfold. you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t look like all four of them are a little misty eyed themselves, but you won’t embarrass them like that.
: : bonus
soobin lays on his side facing you, his eyelashes fluttering against the soft skin of his cheeks as he sleeps. his breathing is slow and steady, comforting even when his exhales breeze across your face. he looks peaceful like this, a sight that you’ve missed since the moment he left you in korea.
as you study his features, you’re overcome with that pride again because it still hasn’t set in that tonight has been monumental. it feels like a dream you’re about to wake up from but don’t want to, but how could it be anything but real? he and the boys have worked so hard to get to this point. you saw the old tweets fans were bringing up. this has been the dream since day one and it’s come true. how special is that?
you can feel the tears welling again, pricking at the back of your eyes in the dark, and you sniffle as quietly as possible. but as though he has a radar for your emotions, soobin shifts, cracks an eye open and then the other when he realizes you’re about to cry again. he giggles breathily in the near-pitch black of the hotel room and scoots in closer, wrapping his arms tight around you.
“no more crying,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against your hairline. the amusement in his voice is nothing short of sincere and playful; it’s not chastizing or annoyed, just simply warm because you care about him so much that you feel affected the same way he does. he presses you soft to his chest, a hand rubbing soothingly at your back. “no more tears tonight. go to sleep.”
you nod against him, snuggling in close and melting into a warmth that is distinctly his. you can’t ever be apart from him again; you miss this when he’s away, never able to get good sleep because you’re always hyperfixated on the cool, empty space next to you. but now, you’re slipping away like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“missed you, soob,” you say quietly. “don’t leave me again.”
he laughs silently, just a little tremble of his shoulders to prove it ever happened, and scoots impossibly closer. “next time, you’re coming with me, i promise. but at least you’re here now.”
he’s right. at least you’re here now. and you don’t plan on leaving again for a while.
your desk light burns through the night, with the surface of your table covered with layers and layers of paper, seemingly endless as some of them have even fallen to the floor. mindlessly, your hands moved to grip the roots of your hair. you were about to tug on them, but heard the faint call of your name, followed by hands abruptly removing yours from doing any damage to your hair.
“you should be asleep,” seonghwa spoke, concern thick in his voice. you shook your head, feeling yourself waver from how worried your lover sounded. the tears in your eyes that you weren’t willing to address at first dropped helplessly, staining your cheeks. of course your number one weakness had to be having someone care for you.
“i just.. i just need to get this in my head,” you whimpered, pressing your palm to your eyes. “i have to.”
“you won’t be able to do that in this state, baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. his thumb caressed your cheek, before he applied some pressure to give you a gentle massage. “let’s get some rest, yeah? you can try again tomorrow. i’ll help you the best i can, okay love?” he whispered by your ear before trailing kisses up your cheek, stopping at your temple.
though hesitant, you nodded in agreement, letting seonghwa guide you into bed, where you almost immediately succumbed to sleep. he gave your back rhythmic pats as you snuggled into his frame, feeling his warmth engulf you. the last thing you were conscious of was gentle shushing, lulling you into your well-deserved slumber.
a gentle reminder to always take care of yourself <3 so proud of you for whatever you’ve been working on, even if you feel like you haven’t progressed. thank you for trying today :)
