floating through space (and a pile of junk) — lee felix.
𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; husband!felix x fem!reader
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff.
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1.3 k
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: nothing except bad writing and bad title, no proofreading, also there’s one mention of the reader being shorter than Felix ♡
“You’re supposed to be cleaning!”
“In my defense, who cleans during the night?”
You huff, trying to snatch the polaroid camera Felix found in one of the cupboards away from him. “And in my defense, you’re busy all day. You know how much I hate cleaning the cupboards.”
Felix laughs, setting the camera aside he helps you get the remaining stuff out, then proceeds to grab a cloth to dust the shelves. Quite frankly, you feel like a terrible wife for making Felix work more after he’s already busy with tour preparations, but you’ve got no choice — you start sneezing up a storm at the slightest contact with dust, and you aren’t really gifted in the height department either. Neither is Felix, but he can, at least, reach the top shelves better than you could.
While Felix dusts, you sort through the stuff randomly thrown on your bed into two piles — throw or keep. You’re quite shocked with how much junk you’ve managed to accumulate in just a year, especially when most of the time it’s you who’s around the house, not Felix.
“I’m taking the day off tomorrow.”
Felix says it like it’s something so casual, and not his first day off in literal weeks. The selfish part of your brain freezes at that statement and wishes you aren’t just hearing things — you’ve been pretty silent about your wishes for Felix to stay longer than just one night, since you know it’s not his fault whatsoever, and if he could control it, he would.
“Y-you are?” You ask, hoping he doesn’t notice the very intent surprise behind your statement.
By the time you can turn around to face him, he’s behind you. You feel gentle arms wrap around your waist and Felix’s chin rest on your shoulder. The feeling of his breath on your neck stirs up butterflies in your stomach. Surprisingly, it’s more romantic than sensual in any way. You’ve gone without such soft moments for so long, you’ve learnt to cherish them.
“Mhm. I’m barely able to help you out or spend time with you, and I feel bad about it.” You can feel Felix pout, and you let a smile tug at your lips. Pretending as though you’re not affected by his ministrations, you keep sorting through the myriad of items on the bed. That’s not fully wrong, if you’re being honest. If you don’t finish this in the next two hours, then you’d both go to bed late. And you’re tired enough as is, and so is Felix.
“You don’t have to.” You mumble, voice trailing down even more when he tightens his grip on your waist. His warmth seeps into you, and suddenly, you can feel your heart beating oh-so-fast, like it’s the first time all over again. “You and I both know it’s not your fault you don’t have time.”
Felix doesn’t seem to have an answer for that. Instead, he grabs hold of your hands, stopping your motions. He then turns you around, and god, those eyes could kill you. It seemed like the deities of the universe themselves laid every single star in his eyes, such that one look at them and you felt at peace — like you were the only one who existed in his universe, that the whole world was yours and you were with him.
You shyly bring your hand to his cheek, and feel your heart flutter when he leans into your touch, and you’re basically in shambles when he pouts.
“Come on now. Give me attention.”
“I am.” You try to look anywhere but at him. The heat creeping up to your cheeks is bound to be noticeable soon, and he’s too close for you to pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head. Not that that’d help, but it does make you feel less noticed.
At that, Felix pulls you closer. “Not quite. Look at me.” He whines. It’s so like Felix to outright demand for attention, even though he’s always been a sweet, shy man, ever since you started dating. You internally smile at the image of a fluffy Felix, bushing furiously as he stuttered out a “Will you go on a date with me?”, and then hid his face into the pillows to avoid your answer.
“What are you thinking about?”
“The first time you asked me out on a date.” You admit, and his smile only widens at that, his eyes disappearing into tiny crescents. “You’ve gotten more confident since then, gotta admit.” Kissing his cheek, you pry yourself our of his arms, giving him another peck on his lips when he whines more. He’s so adorable, you could cry.
You pick up some of your clothes to sort into the cupboards, and stack them one by one.
“I haven’t gotten more confident, it’s just that you’ve gotten less.” Felix snickers, positioning himself behind you to hold you again. You giggle, placing the items on one of the shelves before turning around yourself this time.
“Felix, we have to get these things inside, else we’ll both be up late. And I know you’re tired.” Felix matches your laughter, and then in the one moment you let yourself get caught off guard listening to the delightful noise, he lifts you into the air and sways you around.
“What- Ah! Felix, let me down!” You yelp and chortle, smiling to yourself like a giddy schoolgirl.
“I’m not tired at all, love. All I want right now is to spend time with my wife, which she’s not letting me do.”
Well, it’s not that you don’t want to spend time with him. It’s just such a new thing, which it shouldn’t be. You’ve always found yourself not bother Felix when he comes home and let him get his rest. It was hard enough to ask him for help one time, let alone ask him to stay up until later because your heart fluttered too much at his actions.
“Well, someone’s gotta—” Your sentence is cut off with a heartly giggle when Felix nuzzles into your stomach, causing a ticklish feeling to rise up your nerves. “Felix, stop! You’re— oh gosh—” He doesn’t have the intention to stop, for whether you find it hard to believe or not, Felix feels such a unique sense of contentment when he listens to the very echo of your pure joy. He could play it on repeat for his whole life, and never pause it or be bored even once.
“Mm, I don’t think I will. You’re warm.”
Eventually, you have to resort to tickling him to get him to let you down, after which you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him, both of you thoroughly laughing and enjoying the impromptu pillow fight. The both of you fall flat on the bed (albeit you bonk your head on a vase that’s supposed to go on the table), your laughter eventually fading out as you turn to face him.
“One year of marriage and seven years of our relationship, and you’re still in the honeymoon phase.” You say as Felix takes your hand with the curiosity of a toddler, playing with your fingers and running his thumb along the back of your hand.
“Well, in my defense, I did choose to love the single most perfect woman in the world.” You let Felix pull you into his embrace, and Felix really tries to keep his heartbeat from rising when you place a tiny kiss over his chest.
“And I chose to love the single most kind soul in the whole world.”
Felix smiles, so do you. He leans to kiss you, and you let him, drowning yourself of your inhibitions, and of his too.
“I love you.” Felix’s eyes sparkle when he says that. Like he wishes upon the stars in his eyes that you can understand just how much weight he holds on those three words, and lucky for him, his wish always comes true.
“I love you too.”
And at that moment, even though you’re cramped together on a bed full of junk, his arms feel like home.
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: It's exam season and I want comfort. That's all the explanation i can give for this. Well, besides husband Felix of course. Anywho please leave feedback if you like it. ♡
𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; husband!bang chan x fem!intelligence officer!reader
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff, slight hints of angst.
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 2k
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: reader is an intelligence officer, mentions of a gunshot wound, hospitalisation (not very descriptive but it's there), some amounts of kissing and cuddling because i intended it to he a cuddling blurb at first, bad writing since oh my god i've gotten so rusty.
When you open your eyes, you squint at the sudden intrusion of light that you hadn’t seen in days. It felt like someone had plunged you into a void of darkness and then pulled you out months later.
For the first time waking up in days, you feel... tired. Your limbs feel numb, as though they haven’t been moved in days. Knowing the situations you get yourself into, they probably haven’t.
Your eyes widen when you remember your last memory. You’d managed to shoot the intruder who escaped, but he let you feel the last bullet in his gun before he fell to his knees and fainted, after which you spiraled into a darkness that you’ve only managed to pull yourself out of right now.
You sigh to yourself, using your right hand to push away the hairs falling on your face, before trying to get up. Instantly, the very first thing you feel is a strong weight on your left arm, and then, a sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you to hiss in silence as you fall back into the comfortable bed you happen to be situated on. You don’t make a noise, however, because if defense training has taught you anything, it’s controlling your cries of agony even at its worst point.
And boy, this ranks pretty low on the amount of pain you’ve handled in your whole timeline as an intelligence officer.
You shake your head, and glance to see what the heavy weight on your left hand was, only to find tufts of brown hair peeking back at you.
“Chan?” You can’t stop yourself before you exclaim in surprise, clamping a hand over your mouth. Surprisingly, it doesn’t rouse him at all. He’s still having the best sleep of his life on your arm.
Well, that explains why your hand felt numb.
The nurse walks in at that exact moment, carrying a tray of medicine, cotton pads and gauze — possibly to dress the would on your arm. She stands shocked when she sees you awake, and smiles at you sweetly, placing the tray on the side.
“My, you’re awake! Let me go call the doctors right now.”
“Shh, shh wait!” You call, stopping her in her tracks. “I wanna speak to him first.” You point towards your husband.
“Ma’am, it’s protocol, I have to inform them.”
“How long has he been here?” You ask, ignoring her insistence. “And… how long have I been here?”
“Three days, ma’am.” The nurse affirms, walking to your bed to check your vitals. “The gunshot merely brushed your shoulder, but you fainted due to how fatigued you were from the chase. At least, that’s what I heard the doctor say.”
“And as for him…” the nurse trails of, looking sympathetically at your husband. “He’s been with you for those three days. He was really worried. We tried to tell him his presence wasn’t safe in the headquarters, but he wouldn’t budge. Kept insisting he needed to be beside you as soon as we relayed the message that you hadn't woken up.”
You smile to yourself. So typical of Chan to be like this, especially when it comes to you. He’s always been that way, and even more so once you told him the work you do. As much as he knows the dangers of your job, he can’t bear the thought of losing you, nor can you bear the thought of losing him. Less because you’d lose your own life, but more because you’d leave him devastated. And you’d do anything in the world to keep him happy.
“Thank you for your service.” You smile, bowing your head in respect. “Don’t tell the doctors yet.”
“Ma’am—”
“I’ll pretend like I just woke up if they enter, okay? Trust me, I’ve seen worse. I just wanna talk to my husband for a bit.” You giggle, looking towards him. Somehow, this whole conversation has still not woken him up. You bring your free hand to run your fingers through his soft locks of hair, and he stirs, nuzzling further into your hand. It brings some pain to your shoulder, but you don’t pay it attention. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to be with him longer than one night.”
The nurse smiles at you. Your eyes possess a unique, dreamy look in them. Chan isn’t doing anything particularly admirable right now — he infact might be doing the opposite, with how numb your arm feels right now. He must’ve been sleeping on it for at least an hour. You move your fingers around, and can faintly feel his fingers intertwined with your own, which makes your heart flutter. You might be a stern, harsh, brutal officer on the outside, but at your core you’re just a young lady completely head over heels for the love of her life. The smile she sees on you right now isn’t something any officer might’ve seen, ever. So she shakes her head, deciding to excuse herself and give you two some privacy.
You clear your throat, sinking back into the fluffy pillow on your bed. “I know you’re awake, Chan.”
You laugh out at the little “awh, shit” that Chan mumbles before getting up, and sigh as the numbness slowly disappears. He wipes his eyes too, and even though he “hypothetically” woke up from a nap, he clearly hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It’s not surprising for he does that often, but he somehow looks worse than usual.
“Did you just sleep on my hand all this while to try and wake me up from the lack of blood supply?” You chortle, stretching your left hand out and yawning. You’re extremely tired, yet seeing the little grin on Chan’s face makes you forget about everything.
“No…” Chan giggles, running his hands through his hair before stretching from his cramped position. “I was asleep all this while, till the nurse came in.”
You hum in response before mindlessly taking his hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles, before resting your cheek against it. It’s completely out of control — the acts of affection are all too natural at this point, and have only been fueled more due to how many nights you’ve spent at the headquarters. Away, from him, to be exact.
“You get shot in the shoulder, bruised in a fight and still have the capacity to make romantic gestures towards me.” Chan points out, shaking his head in amusement. “What am I gonna do with you, Y/N.”
“You like that about me.” You hum again, tugging on his hand to get his attention. “Cuddle me now, I’m hurt and in desperate need of TLC.”
“And why do you think you deserve that for traumatizing your poor husband three days straight?” Chan raises an eyebrow, keeping a smug look on his face. He doesn’t actually think you don’t deserve it, he’d be stupid to think that. You’re too selfless, too kind, too endearing, and every other compliment that could ever be written for that. Chan’s the kind of fellow who’d reach out and pluck every single star from the sky if you asked for it. If it made you happy.
You pout. “I deserve it because you came here and stayed despite me and all the other officials telling you it was dangerous.”
It’s Chan who pouts back at you now. “But I—”
“No buts, Chan. You know just how much harm could be caused if—”
Chan interrupts you from finishing that sentence, standing up and pressing a kiss to your lips. It’s something unexpected, yet you don’t react at all, and smile into the kiss.
“You can’t just kiss me quiet every time I try to point out how dangerous—”
Chan giggles and kisses you again, taking your uninjured hand in his and placing it on his cheek. He pulls away and nuzzles into it, turning to the side to brush his lips against the palm of your hand. You both stare dizzily into each others eyes, and Chan breaks the contact only for a moment to squeeze himself next to you, making sure he doesn’t accidentally push you. He circles an arm around your shoulder and you rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat soothing in fatigue and pain that your body feels at that very moment.
“Okay, but seriously, Chan.” You look at him, and see a whole universe of stars in his eyes. Ignoring just how close you are right now, you consider focusing on just how attractive he looks at the moment. His warm brown eyes, pale skin flushed at his cheeks — telling you that he was equally flustered, the sound of his heartbeat, and the feeling of his gentle fingers running through your hair. You’d have fallen asleep if you hadn’t already for the past three days. “You should’ve waited at home.”
“I know.” Chan sighs, pulling you, ever so gently, close to himself. “I really tried to, I promise. But I couldn’t. Could you blame me? How could I sit there when somewhere, my wife had near escaped being shot in the heart. Once they told me you hadn’t woken up yet, I couldn’t bear staying there.” Your husband’s voice is meek and gentle. As though he doesn’t want to hurt you with his words. As though you’re mad at him, but he knows better than you that you endeared him too much to be so.
You smile to yourself, leaning up to kiss him. However, at your silence, Chan whispers an “I’m sorry.” once you pull away.
You take his hand in yours, playing with his fingers as you try to formulate your response. “I should be sorry. I was the one who asked you to marry me, despite knowing the dangers it would entail.”
“You mean you regret asking me?”
You give Chan a genuine look as you speak your next words with the most confident voice. “Never. I’d kill everyone in my path if they dare lay a finger on you. I swore to protect you when we got married, Chan, and I stand by it. I’d put my own life on line to save yours, but never regret that I asked you to be mine.”
You can see the faintest, faintest sight of tears welling up in Chan’s eyes, but they’re gone when you blink. “Don’t say that.” He rests his chin on your head, and you close your eyes. “I’d be devastated if you left me. If you really wanna go, take me with you. We either survive together, or don’t survive at all.”
“I’d never be able to do that, Chan. You deserve so much better than being tied down to a wife who can’t even make time and constantly possesses a threat to you.”
Chan cups your cheek, wiping off the tear that runs down it. You don’t know how he sensed that you’re tearing up, especially since your face is hidden, but that only makes the moment more intimate than before.
“And you deserve so much better than this husband who can do nothing but sit at home and worry whether his wife would come back home that day. He wishes he could be of some help, but all he can do is message and call.”
“You do more than anyone would, Chan.” If only it weren’t for your shoulder, you would’ve hugged him even tighter. If it weren’t for your shoulder, you’d have cupped his cheeks with both your hands and told him just how much you mean to him.
“You’re worth everything I fight for. I’d take a bullet to the heart any day if it meant I’d get to stay with you forever and keep you happy.”
“Sweetheart, this was supposed to be me comforting you, not the other way round.” You can sense Chan’s really trying to control his tears. “I love you so much.”
“And I do too.” You look up to him, closing your eyes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You mean more than the world to me.”
And at that moment, Chan really feels like he does. He feels like the whole world only consists of you and him, that everything and everyone around him is a far, distant memory. At that moment, he realises that no matter how much he’d have to see you injured, you promised to keep him safe and not leave him.
And Chan would happily take a bullet to his heart too, if it meant you’d stay with him forever.
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Got this inspo whilst watching beast and sooryavanshi back to back. I liked the first one but was eh, about the second. Really wanna write a full fic for this someday tbhh. Anywho please leave feedback if you like it. ♡
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Butterflies (shudders), biggest fucking warning is that i managed to write a soft blurb with no cuddling and only one tiny kiss.
𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧: Credits to @chaninfused for giving me this idea! Go read abittipsy whilst your at it, because it did rekindle a little spark in me to write this piece.
My, Hwang Hyunjin was breathtaking, even in his most mundane moments.
Like right now, when he’s lying on your lap fast asleep. A beam of warm sunlight falls over his face, but that doesn’t faze him the tiniest bit. Your fingers combing through his hair and tracing patterns over his cheeks are enough to lull him into one of the best slumbers he’s ever had. You can see green all around you, with little specks of red, yellow and pink flowers in the mix. Butterflies fluttered all around you and settled on top of them, one of them even managing find it’s way to the flower crown on your head. You don’t mind it though, because you find it only enhances it’s beauty more.
With your boyfriend asleep on your lap, you lay your flower basket in front of you and fish out your floral tape and wire from underneath the fresh marigolds and cosmos you’d managed to pick — before Hyunjin dragged you back to the grass and insisted he hadn’t had a good night’s rest, and proceeded to doze off into a peaceful sleep. You smile when you remember the pout on his face.
You carefully tie the flowers onto the wire, one by one, and secure them with floral tape, using the leaves to fill the space in between. The yellow petals look like liquid gold in the sunlight, the small beads of dew forming on them reflecting off the light and creating one of the most prettiest sights you’ve ever seen, all over the field.
A little whine breaks you from your focus, and you laugh heartily when Hyunjin tries to grab your hand, leading it back to his hair. You comb through them once again until he falls asleep — god, he is so adorable. A gentle smile accentuates his features — he looks so peaceful and calm right now, and a tiny part of you is simply set alight at the fact that it’s because of you. His fringes fall over his face, and you push them away. The white highlights in his hair only intensified his beauty, and all of a sudden, you feel warm on the inside and certainly not because of the weather. Hyunjin turns over in your lap and falls asleep once again. You figure it’s going to be a real pain to get him off of you once it gets late, but right now, you don’t think of it much.
When you finish making the crown and silently check if it fits Hyunjin, you bind both the ends together and revel in the masterpiece that you just created. Well, masterpiece is quite a stretch, but knowing Hyunjin well, you know anything you create, or that comes from you, is a masterpiece in his eyes. And that’s something you adore about him. How caring and adoring he can be about the smallest things when it’s about you. How excited he gets when you say you made him something, even if it’s a stupid charm bracelet you learnt to make off the internet.
Another whine from below, and you giggle to yourself when you realise it’s reason is because Hyunjin’s fringes are getting into his eyes. They’ve grown long enough to the point where you could braid and hold them behind, and just when you realise it, and idea strikes you. You softly rummage through your basket, and find the small amount of gloriosa and english daisies you found amidst the stalks of marigolds. They’re small enough to hold themselves up when braided into Hyunjin’s hair, and if they don’t — you could just tie them in with the black thread you brought along.
You hum a little tune that just happens to be Hyunjin’s favorite song, getting to work as you tie in each of the flowers into his hair and braid them as you go. Surprisingly, Hyunjin does not shift through this — you presume he knows what you’re doing, even in his subconscious mind. The smile on his face is still present when you bend a bit to glance at his face. He’s gorgeous, you can’t deny that. You could write lines and lines of poetry just about how absolutely ethereal he looked at any instant, yet run out of words to say with one look at his face at the same time. There was just something so magical about him — how he could look like the prettiest man on earth whilst sitting idle, how his happiness would directly correlate to yours, how all he needed to do was hold your hand tenderly before you forgot about anything on your mind and only embraced him.
To any outsider, you look madly in love right now — smiling uncontrollably as you figured out what positions of the yellow and white flowers looked the best — and you are. You are madly in love with him. And little things like these were your ways of showing him how much you cherished him, and deep down, you knew he felt your effort, even if he was fast asleep. You’re almost done with your work when a butterfly flutters down to sit on one of the flowers braided into his hair, and your smile only widens more, if that’s possible in any way. The light colors of the cabbage butterfly compliment the dark color of his hair even more.
Once you’re done braiding his fringes back, you stick the remaining five flowers arbitrarily. Thankfully Hyunjin’s hair is thick enough to support them, although you’re sure the ones that aren’t braided are going to slip off once he moves due to how silky his locks are.
You delicately place your flower crown on his head, which has now attracted it’s own crowd of butterflies. It feels like heaven right now — his head on your lap; the warmth of the sun on your skin, not too harsh, the humidity in the air, the sound of birds and insects chirping in harmony — you wish you’d never leave. You really want to wake him up now — half to admire how gorgeous he looks with all the flowers on his hair, and half because you simply want to see the look of surprise on his face when he realises what you’ve been up to.
And just on cue, Hyunjin wakes up, thankfully not turning over fully and squishing all the flowers you carefully placed, and sits up straight. He lets out a muffled groan as he rubs his eyes to get the remnants of sleep out, before blinking once, twice, thrice and looking at you.
And the smile that takes over his face can knock you off your legs right now. Well, if you weren’t sitting, that is.
He scoots closer to you, resting his hand on your hand before lacing his fingers with yours. “Did you sleep well?” You ask shyly, feeling very aware of the way his thumb runs over your hand — a soothing action that spreads the warmth to your cheeks. You silently bite down a laugh when you realise he hasn’t noticed what you’ve done to his hair yet, and even more so when you notice all the butterflies fluttering over his head. Thankfully there’s no bees, because Hyunjin would be mortified if he found one of those on top of his head.
“Mhm. The best sleep I’ve had in my life.” He yawns, stretching his arms and looks at the sky, when he notices exactly what you’re trying to contain.
You laugh out at the confused look at his face, and paired with the sleepy daze that still paints his features, it’s one of the cutest sights to the eye.
“Wait? Why are there so many butterflies flying over me?”
He gently touches his hair, already suspecting what might be going on, and smiles when he finds the flower crown.
“Awh, sweetheart, thank you for making me one too.” His eyes form into tiny crescents and he smiles widely, expressing the purest forms of joy you’ve ever felt.
You can’t focus on anything he’s saying right now, though. It’s pure overload for your vision, all this beauty at once. When he looks around, you catch the tiny flowers, and he looks like he has little flecks of gold and silver in his hair. You can feel your jaw drop, and you silently capture a picture of him facing away from you. It’s too beautiful of a moment to let go.
Hyunjin is simply an art in his own form, that you can’t help but appreciate.
When he turns back around, you silently stare at your phone and smile at the picture, and Hyunjin frowns.
“What are you looking at?” He asks, grabbing the phone from you, and his eyes widen in shock — the good kind — at what he sees. He smiles even wider, and gently brings his hand to the back of his head, touching the small flowers in his hair. A giggle takes over him, and he moves closer to you, placing a soft kiss — on your cheek, then on your lips.
“Thank you, love.” Hyunjin looks at you like he believes he’s in some sort of dream, and holds your hands like he never wants to wake up from it.
“D-do you like it?” You look into his eyes, and almost lose yourself counting all the little speckles of warmth contained in them.
“I love it. It’s gorgeous.”
Just like you are, my love. He doesn’t need to say it, because at the moment, you feel like your hearts are connected on such an innate level, you can sense anything he feels about you, and all you feel is the undying love and affection he holds for you.
Truly, he was breathtaking, even in his most mundane moments, and definitely in his most gorgeous ones.
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Okay, so I’ve not written in *check’s time* 7 MONTHS? Anywho, I came up with this idea whilst in a conversation with furat , and suddenly i could not get the thought of braiding flowers into his hair. So here you go! <3 This is written in a lovely world where the mc is not freakishly scared of butterflies like I am. Now do not ask me if my floral knowledge is accurate, because it probably isn’t. This is just your average ‘dawn is sappy and writes a kissing blurb’, minus most of the kissing and cuddling. Happy to making a comeback in writing. Expect more fics (don’t hold me to my words) from now on <3
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: fluff, slightest amount of angst. brief mentions of sadness and crying, but mostly comfort. these are only my opinions, please don’t take this to be factual information. everything written is only fiction. please let me know if i’ve missed a warning! <3
♡‧₊˚ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉 —
the moment he heard your sobs from the other side of the phone, suffice to say he'd immediately ask jisung and changbin to wrap up in the studio and grab you your favorite croissant from the cafe before rushing home. and of course, the moment you open the door he stays back for roughly two seconds to enter and shut the door before pulling you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his chest.
i think chan’s the kind of person to show his support through words of affirmation and, i cannot stress this enough, physical touch !!! he will absolutely coddle you until you're totally tired of him (which you will never will be so...). he'll constantly whisper sweet, gentle words of affirmation into your ear while you're gently sobbing into his shirt — chan doesn't mind the feeling of the fabric clinging to his skin as long as he knows you're feeling better than before.
and of course, the man's huge on silent, supportive gestures (coughs, what I'm trying to say is that... he'd be the best boyfie ever ♡). will immediately get you your favorite emotional support when chan isn't there stuffie, order your favorite food while you sadly munch on the croissant he was generous to bring home and offer to set you a warm bath to put your mind at ease. basically wrap you into a burrito along with him and not let you go whatsoever. will let you rant if you'd like to speak about your problems, but if you'd rather need a distraction, he'd gladly simply hold you close for comfort and hum a song whilst softly running his fingers through your hair. he will tuck you to bed if you happen to fall asleep in his arms, because he wouldn't want you to get a neck cramp. it already hurts him enough to see his y/n in pain. 🥺 + bonus, i feel like he'd be all the willing to give you a massage if it helps release the tension because like he said he's the best boyfie ever.
i also feel like Chan's more of an empathetic person — he'd rather let you speak and provide comfort, letting you cool down so that you can work up a solution later, since he understands that practical solutions are hard to think of when you're in a bad state of mind.
“darling, it's all gonna be alright. i’m here for you.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 —
it's obvious for the cat man I think, the moment you came over to his place with a bit of a sad face and told him how bad your day went, he'll immediately bring one of his cats and let them curl up to you even though he's a bit jealous that they're growing a liking for you faster than ever. i think minho would be more careful of what he says, solely because he tends to be more jokey and open in his conversation, and he doesn't accidentally wanna hurt you in any way, even though he knows you wouldn't really think that way.
will stay silent for the most part if you're crying, muttering softly “it's okay” and “you’re safe now” from time to time, just to assure you that he's totally listening and is ready to help you. of course you can't help but crack into a smile and let your worries fade away when sooni (or doongie or dori) purrs in your lap and snuggles against you while you pet it's head and minho pouts at that all cutely — immediately getting flustered when you point it out and peck his lips.
will blush when you thank him for being there and get even the slightest bit of sappy, and will either mask it under his smirk by saying something snarky or will kiss you to not let you notice it. and of course, being the loving, admirable boyfriend he is, he will totally buy bulgogi without waiting for an answer from you to lighten your mood because let's be clear, you're both huge foodies — perfect for each other.
“h-hey! this isn't fair, you're stealing both my cat and my heart.” :(
♡‧₊˚ 𝙎𝙀𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝘽𝙄𝙉 —
he gives me the “will throw a protective arm around your shoulder and peck your forehead from time to time” vibes. he'd actually be kinda sad and wish he could do something to help you, which is why he doesn't let go of his iron grip on you until he's certain you're feeling better and then cup your cheeks and nuzzle your noses together — an action he knows makes your heart flutter.
and of course, it works like a charm. you can't help the way your eyes crinkle and the smile that takes over your face when he does that, and especially not when he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. also, if it's not obvious — I think changbin is huge on intimacy. there's no way he won't be touching you in some way or at least staying close to you to make sure that you're doing fine. I like to think he's quite the opposite of how outgoing and loud he is in public — he'd be very gentle as though he's handling delicate flowers, voice so low that only you can hear anything he says.
will wrap his arms around you to make sure you feel super safe and comfortable and let you listen to his heartbeat, all whilst rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. he's another one on the "empathetic" category just like chan — he'd make sure you're feeling totally fine before bringing it back up and trying to work a solution with you, even if it means consoling you a whole day — he just wants you to feel okay.
“bubs don't cry :( i will personally fight every single person who dared to make my y/n sad >:(” (of course he'd say that just to make you laugh, and of course, it works.)
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙉 —
oh this guy!! this motherfucking gentlest sweetest kindest super romantic fellow ever >:( when he sees you sad, oh, he won't even wait to ask you what's wrong, he'll immediately lift you into his arms (extra points if it's piggyback riding) and carry you all the way to your favorite floral cafe or a secluded area of an open park so that you can feel free and calm down from that stuffy office you work in. he'll shiver a bit when you nuzzle into his neck from behind and place a soft kiss that leaves his heart melting, but will keep himself composed because he doesn't wanna get caught flustered he wants to make sure you're doing fine.
also since he's idk the most gentle person (🙄) ever he'd also get you your favorite drink to sip and once you're done with that, he'll silently pull you to the nearest bench and let you lie on his lap facing towards him and trace the curves of your face gently with his fingers. honestly most of the silence with him will never feel awkward because he always seems to be conveying so much with just his eyes and the way he looks at you, his voice is also very gentle and sweet when he speaks, and you'd almost fall asleep hearing to him talk if it wasn't for the ticklish feeling of his fingers tracing softly over your face and his other hand gently rubbing your forehead.
i feel like hyunjin’s the more confident kind — he'd openly try to suggest some ways to solve any issues you have or to combat any emotions, but he will say that keeping in mind of your mental state. he's more of a “practical approach” kinda guy, but you don't mind it since his opinions 99% of the time are rational and well thought out, and the rare occasion where you don't seem to agree, he'll just not push at all (again ugh pls why you gotta be so sweet 🙄) and will wait for you to come up to him if you need help.
“thanks for bringing me here. I really needed it.” “dont thank me baby, as long as you're happy.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙅𝙄𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂 —
han jisung will immediately go "squirrel hug!!!!" and then drag your ass to your favorite ramen place whether you like it or not because he's dated you long enough to know that distractions work best for you when you're feeling down. he'll also make sure to go extra squirrel mode since you know how adorable you find it when he fills his cheeks with food and eats in that signature jisung™ way. he also asks you to walk with him while eating, so it's nice to feel some fresh breeze blow away your worried and let you just .. focus on how much in love you are with the person standing beside you right now.
once he's done with his ramen he'll be the one clinging onto you, pouting and whining about how he wishes you'd smile for him. of course, he makes sure he doesn't go too overboard, but you can't really be mad or annoyed at him when he's that cute, really. i thjnk he'd be the kind to silently thread his fingers with yours and do that thing where you run your thumb along the back of the other person's hand for reassurance. as cheesy and loud as jisung can be at times, he tries to treat you as gently as you can, and would rather not bring up the topic at all until you bring it up yourself, so that he knows you're fine with talking about it.
will also make sure to peck your lips at least 19938383737 times when you're sad, and the rare occasion where he isn't, he'll probably be kissing your cheeks. he just really loves how your face just lights up when he cups your cheeks and squeezes them gently and,,,,, oh man you have his heart fluttering so hard he can't help but kiss you all over :(
“babyyyyy please don't be sad :(((( if you're sad then I'm gonna be sad too :(((”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙓 —
what do you expect he's the sunshine boy... if he even dares to hear the words “i’m not feeling nice today” or “i’ve had a bad day” he will immediately rush to your place and leave behind whatever he's been doing just to make sure you're safe and alright. Due to that, you tend to not reveal anythjng until after he's home, solely because you really don't want him to be stressed and worried when he's working.
oh he's such a caring angel :( he'll get you some of those small flowers on his way home and gently tuck them behind your ear before asking you what's wrong and placing another one in your hand. he'd have the "helping y/n when they're down" kit handy — blanket, food, cuddly boyfriend, tissues, flowers, and of course, lots and LOTS of affection. I think he's very similar to chan in the fact that he'd prefer words of affirmation and physical touch to convey his emotional support to you. will totally intertwined your fingers together and wrap another hand around your shoulders and kiss the back of your hand gently from time to time to lighten your mood, and how could you possibly stay gloomy when the sunshine himself is beside you?
He'd also hum a tune much like chan and let you listen to his heartbeat, and the soft vibrations from him are relaxing. eventually you end up with him snuggled into you and your fingers running through his hair, but you wouldn't have it any other way. he'd silently protest against how it was supposed to be him who’d do this, but he silently wishes for you to continue — plus, listening to the soft sounds he lets out when he melts into you completely are a treat in their own.
“i was supposed to be the one helping you out :( ....... please don't stop though.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙆𝙄𝙈 𝙎𝙀𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙈𝙄𝙉 —
i feel like seungmin is more of a silent appreciator. he realizes that sometimes you need space before you can come to terms with and move on from whatever got you in a bad mood, so he'd silently get you some warm tea and a soft blanket, just to make you feel comfortable. he'd silently massage your shoulders and hold your hand close to his chest, occasionally pressing a kiss to your fingertips. only when he's 100% sure that you wanna talk about what's bothering you, he'll ask you about it and let you rant to him.
i also feel like seung is such a good listener, and great at comfort. besides being the evil puppy that he is; i feel like he's similar to changbin in the way that he'd totally be the opposite to his fun and playful nature when you're alone, though the times where he is playful are surely appreciated. he also handles you like a fragile flower, his touch so gentle that you could almost cry (if you weren't doing that already). he would also use that special™ voice that only you're allowed to hear — that voice which expresses his concern, his worry and his love for you all at once. it's as though a part of him is trying to hold back from simply coddling you and wishing that the universe would go a bit easier on you, but like i said, seungmin realizes the value of personal space, so he doesn't prod too much.
that being said, if you act clingy, he will totally let you nuzzle into his neck and keep you as warm and safe as possible. seungmin isn't usually big on skinship, so the few moments when he is are usually filled with sweet loving touches. this little shit would sneakily place his hand under your shirt to trace patterns into your waist and back because he knows how much you love it, and personally loves to see you forget about what's bothering you, even for a brief moment and grow shy at his advances. and then of course, he'd offer to make you a nice, home cooked meal — your favorite and then if you're feeling too down, he'd even feed it to you. i will stop before i die from imagining this scenario
"shh, it's all right darling, i'll tell the boys i won't be going back to the dorm today."
♡‧₊˚ 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉 —
poor boy, he'd panic a bit but not so much that he wouldn't know what to do. he'd be a little shocked when he sees you crying, but then he'd silently scoot closer and sling an arm over your shoulder, unsure of what exactly to do in that state. he'd precede everything he does with a "may i?" and it honestly warms your heart when he leans against your shoulder and pats your head, trying to get you to calm down. i feel like he'd be pretty wordless with his comfort, trying to figure out what he'd ask you and what exactly to say while he shows his support through gestures.
will probably pull out a video game and go — "you wanna play? 🥺 it's really fun. come onnnnnn :(" and of course how can you really deny when he's pouting at you like that? plus, the game does end up relieving your anxiety and makes you feel a lot more free than before (plus jeongin purposefully letting you win even though you've never played before just to see that beaming smile on your face is a sure short way to get you to loosen up and smile). i think he'd be a little careful with physical touch since even though he knows you well, he wouldn't wanna make you feel like he's invading your private space, so he stays silent until he's sure you're doing better.
he'd also let you rant to him, and once you're done, he'd gently, shyly, peck your cheeks and then your lips, thanking you for telling him about your feelings. i feel like jeongin switches between the practical and the empathetic kind of person, but nevertheless, you're always happy after spending some time with him, because he's always so cautious and gentle with you, like you're his whole world and wouldn't wanna hurt you no matter what. and also when he looks at you with that signature jeongin smile and eyes, who's not bound to melt?
"thank you for telling me, baby. i'm really glad to see you smiling right now, you have such a pretty smile."
