Hi Grace
Soooo... I feel like garbage today (and yesterday... And probably tomorrow too) and kinda don't want exist atm
May I request some saeyoung comfort to sooth my fragile state of mind. Thank you :)
~Blue
Hello, darling. I'm so sorry you're feeling that way. I hope things are a little bit better for you today! But even if they aren't, it's okay (you're okay). I'm rooting for you—and Saeyoung is too.
Saeyoung knows how it feels to wish you could just get out of your head and escape from your own thoughts; he's often wished he could run away from earth entirely and live in a world that's free of pain.
But he also knows that it doesn't work that way. He knows that the feeling he gets when he looks at you (like time and space have collided into a single point of glittering transcendence) is heaven; he recognizes (now) that it is better to feel things (right here on earth, with you by his side) than to dream of running away.
When you are feeling bad, his heart breaks. All he wants is for you to feel good all the time, even though he knows that isn't possible. He might try a little bit too hard: he'll make you little toys and bring you your favorite snacks and wrap you in blankets and stare at you till you tell him to stop, because he's making you anxious.
"Sorry," he'll mutter, curling himself into the couch beside you. "I just want..."
"I know," you'll tell him. "I know, honey."
He'll gaze up at you with his big golden eyes and ask you what it is that you need. And you'll shake your head because you don't know (it's just not that simple), but he'll wait patiently.
He's not going anywhere. You've got all the time in the world.
And he can't fix your sadness with a twist of his fingers. You're not a computer or a little robot; he can't think his way to an answer.
But he can be him (and perhaps that is all you really need).
He can pull you into his lap and cover your face in kisses. He can whisper in your ear with his beautiful melodic voice and pet your hair and tell you he loves you over and over again till you are lulled into a world that's just his scent and his hands and his unwavering devotion.
"You're gonna be okay," he says, his lips tickling your jaw. "I've got you."
You know he does. And he doesn't mean right now—he understands that kisses and sweet words don't fix everything. He gets that you might need time.
But he's here. And he'll wait.
And when you finally smile, his universe will expand. Your laugh is the sound of the stars; when you hold his hand, he understands the reason he was born.









