after that amazinggggg work on changbin, i was wondering if you could do something with seungmin and him taking care of reader with chronic illness?? Something where reader is burnt out and crying over illness and seungmin is comforting and helping with it.
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OK! DONT OVERWORK YOURSELF!
seungmin comforting chronically ill!reader
warnings: fluff, kinda angsty, chronically ill!reader (not specified illness), frustration, crying, swearing
a/n: tysm for another great request pookie <333 sorry if it's more angsty than you wanted, lemme know if you want a remake
the sound reached him before he saw you.
it was quiet, muffled behind a half-closed door, but unmistakable.
the uneven rhythm of you trying (and failing) to hide your crying.
seungmin hesitated before bringing his hand up to know softly.
there was no answer. just another shaky breath.
he eased the door open anyway, finding you curled up on the bed, knees pulled to your chest, face hidden behind trembling hands.
for a moment, he simply stood there in shock.
then he crossed the room and lowered himself beside you.
seungmin waited, trying to gather his words.
"hey," he said gently. "what's wrong?"
the question seemed to make everything worse.
your lips trembled, and another wave of tears spilled over your face before you managed to answer.
you laughed weakly through their tears, a sound with no humour in it.
the words came slowly after that, as though each one took more energy out of you than the last.
"tired of appointments. tired of medicine. tired of people asking if I'm feeling better when i know i'm never gonna get better." you swallowed hard.
you wiped your face, continuing, "i just...want a normal life. i want to wake up without it being the first thing i feel."
the sentence hung heavily between you.
seungmin's chest tightened.
there wasn't a quick fix for words like those.
none of his clever remarks.
no promise that everything would magically become easy.
instead, he reached over carefully.
the moment his arms wrapped around you, the fragile composure you'd been clinging to shattered completely.
you buried your face against his shoulder, crying harder than before.
he held you securely, one hand resting between your shoulder blades, rubbing slow circles.
"it's okay," he murmured.
"i hate this." you whimpered.
"no," he agreed quietly. "It isn't."
you expected him to tell you to stay positive, to remind you that things could be worse, like everyone else in your life.
instead, he let the truth exist exactly as it was.
and you were allowed to feel that.
after several minutes, your crying began to settle into uneven breaths.
"you know," he said softly, "wanting a normal life doesn't make you ungrateful. it doesn't mean your giving up, either. it just means you're human."
your fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of his shirt.
"you aren't." he promised.
"you don't." he exhaled. "i know you wish things were different. and i'm not gonna lie to you and pretend they will be. but i want you to know that it's okay to struggle. all we can do is keep pushing forward, yeah? it just proves how fucking strong you are. how brave you are. and that if you ever need anything, you'll always have me and tons of other people who care so much about you. not because we see you as a burden, but because we love you." he gently kissed your forehead.
and you leaned against him once more, breathing a little easier than before, you realised that, for now, that was enough.
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