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Number 97

Prompt; “Don’t touch me.”

Pair: Kyungsoo / Female reader

Genre: Lil bit of angst | Eventual fluff

Word count: 958

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You were one more slip on the ice away from crying. It had been the most horrible day – a terrible week actually, and you were just so tired and so done with everything and everyone. School was kicking your ass, your teachers having all apparently gotten together and decided to make your life hell, all wanting big assignments turned in this week. Meanwhile, everyone at work was calling in sick, so you were expected to pick up the extra hours without complaining.

All of this meant you were getting very little sleep, which in turn led you to being extremely annoyed at anything and everything.

To top it all off, you woke up late that morning and as you were running out of the door, you slipped on the ice covering the pavement in front of your apartment building. You now had a massive bruise on your hip as well as your ego. It was fucking freezing outside and for some reason, this also meant that you apparently turned into a static charger.

Every time you had to open a door, you were shocked. If you accidentally touched someone, you were shocked. It happened so many times over the day and you were honestly just done with it all. Such a stupid little thing had you wanting to throw a tantrum, but you blamed the lack of sleep.

So, all in all, a pretty fucking horrible day.

Your boyfriend was away filming something for a couple of days, and not wanting to worry him with your problems, you just hadn’t told him. You talked a couple of times, but you usually cut your conversations short in fear of him figuring out something was wrong. He knew you too well. And you knew that if he started to worry about you, it would affect his work and you couldn’t forgive yourself for that.

You sighed, looking at your door. Finally home after work and the only thing standing between you and your couch was a metal door handle. Silently apologizing to yourself, you opened the door, body jolting involuntarily as you were shocked and you swore quietly.

Fuck the assignment you were supposed to finish, all you needed right now was some hot cocoa and a soft blanket. And a good cry, but whatever.

As you chucked off your coat, not caring that it landed on the floor, someone cleared their throat and you let out a scream, spinning around only to come face to face with your boyfriend.

“Kyungsoo what the hell,” you scolded, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat, too shocked to be happy to see him. “You scared me. What are you doing home so soon?”

Instead of answering, he just quietly observed you and you frowned. “Is something wrong?” you asked.

“I should be asking you that,” he said quietly. He walked over and reached out for you, but you quickly took a step back.

“Ah,” you warned, not wanting to shock him. “Don’t touch me.”

His face crumbled, his hand falling back to his side. You watched confused as he looked like he was about to cry, taking a shaky breath. Had something happened?

“Are you breaking up with me?” he asked, voice shaking, vulnerable.

“What?” you asked in complete disbelief. “No! Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“You’ve been avoiding me lately!” he said, this time louder and more insistent. “We have barely talked this week, you have avoided answering any questions I asked you and now-“ his voice fell back to a whisper. “You won’t even let me touch you. Have I done something? I know I’ve been busy lately but I’ll take more time off if that’s what you want. I promise.”

He looked so sad and lost and you felt terrible. If you had just told him what had actually been bothering you, he would never have come to this conclusion.

“Soo,” you mumbled, walking up to comfort your boyfriend. “I’m not breaking up with you, I promise. Now, I’m gonna hug you, but it might hurt a little.”

He seemed confused until you actually touched him and the both of you were shocked. He jumped a little, looking down at you with wide eyes.

“It’s been like this all day,” you sighed, leaning against him. Having him here with you was amazing even though you had some things to clear up. You had missed him so much. “I’ve had a pretty awful week actually. I just didn’t want to worry you. If you’re nice to me now, I might start crying, just a warning.”

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little dumbfounded. He hugged you closer and sighed. “I’m sorry. I wish you would have told me, you shouldn’t go through this alone. And… I’m sorry for assuming. I was just so worried when you started acting weird.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re right, I should just have told you. I’m sorry. I hope you didn’t cause too much trouble by leaving.”

“They let me shoot the rest of my scenes early so I could leave,” he reassured you with a chuckle. “I may have told them you were sick and that I was going back to take care of you.”

You pulled back and grinned at him. “I should probably scold your for lying but…” you leaned back against him, squeezing him tight. “I’m actually really happy you’re here. I could really use a good cuddle right now.”

He laughed softly, the sound resonating in his chest against your ear. “Let’s go then,” he said, pulling you over to your couch. You cuddled up together under a blanket and you felt all the pent-up tenseness in your body melt away.

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