wc ☆ 724 summary ☆ no matter how far he is, no matter how small the problem, junhui is always there to help you. warnings ☆ comfort, fluff, ocl mentioned !!! an ☆ if this looks familiar from a different blog, it is mine! i wrote it! this is a repost :)
you come home from work, eyes and feet burning, and you freeze as soon as you walk into your home.
your favorite mug is shattered on the floor.
open sits right next to the pile, sitting all cutely and carelessly as if this wasn’t your final straw. the other two are nearby, also watching over the crime scene with mirth. nope nope nope, you think, kicking your shoes off and booking it to your bedroom.
it’s empty, which you could expect being that junhui’s a city over for work, but that just makes everything so much worse. before you can even begin to consider how silly your tears are, they’re falling, your head landing in your arms as you flop onto the bed.
life has been just so stressful today. your boss was being an asshole, as per usual, calling your work inadequate and such as he usually enjoys doing. on top of working extra hard to make sure yours is immaculate, nearly half of your department also piled theirs onto you, and it took nearly all your willpower to not curse the entire building out and pour coffee all over them. and then, when you come home and think about having a warm cup of tea to calm yourself, you can’t! the cats broke the mug! it truly feels like the universe decided to shit on you today.
just as you get ready to scream into the pillow, your phone rings. you hadn’t turned it off do not disturb so you immediately answer, knowing there’s only one person it could be.
you leave your camera facing the ceiling, head back in your arms as the voice that heals you starts leaving the speaker.
“hi, baby, you must be home now! i do have some news though.. i might be coming home late. there’s..” junhui pauses to take a breath, “there’s a lot of work to be done here. if i don’t do it now, it’ll never be finished. you know me.”
you don’t say anything. you just heave a sigh, a huge one, air hissing through your teeth as you fight the urge to ugly cry. really? the one thing, the sole person who could fix every single problem you have can’t come home to you? literally all you need right now is for him to hold you, to listen to you and talk shit with you about your coworkers, and you can’t even have that.
he calls your name softly, “..are you okay?”
you shake your head, sniffling, before remembering he can’t see you, “no,” you whisper, warbly, trying to hide your tears.
“do you need me?” he asks, all soft and reassuring like he’s ready to sprint home right now. you know he would.
“please..” you say, voice breaking, and then you can’t help as you start crying all over again, makeup smudged all over your face and hands.
“okay, i’ll come. i’ll come as fast as i can, promise. can i see you?” he waits patiently, smiling when he can finally see your eyes at the bottom of his screen. you can see him packing his stuff up already. “why don’t you go in the kitchen, make some tea, calm yourself down while i make the drive home, okay? i’ll go as fast as i can.”
you start crying even harder, shuddering and sniffling as you try to respond. “i- i can’t, because the cats broke my mug.. and i’m sorry, i just left it there, but i really can’t- i really can’t do this right now, i’m so fucking tired and i just wanted to come home and sleep and have you be there-”
“shh, shh, okay, lovie, calm down.. i need you to go in there and clean it up, okay? if you can’t.. just watch over the mess for me, we don’t want our babies getting hurt.. i’ll take care of everything as soon as i get there. i’m already in the car, see? i’ll come home and fix it, and then i’ll hold you in my arms, forever and ever. i pinkie promise.”
and you know he’s telling the truth, because a thirty minute car ride was suddenly fifteen, and he was already cleaning the mess, walking in with a new mug, and holding you in his arms as you vent to him about today’s events.
Can u please make more niki and jungwon bf texts 🙏🏻 also I NEED me an ohyul one 🍺
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ i didn’t hear that
Synopsis: texts with your boyfriend ohyul
~WARNINGS: language, pet names, suggestive content (no smut just a bit sus 👀), bromance, fluff crack, (lmk if i missed anything 😓)
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ hi guysss sorry if my work is downgrading i haven’t had any ideas on what to write 😅😅😅 i’ll lock in soon trust!!! ignore the typo on one of the slides oppsie
ʚɞ lngshot 06z x f!reader
&&. poly!2yul x reader. fluff. est. relationship. glasses!2yul. teasing + suggestive (?). ref to first two parts. » main masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
evenings like this are your favorite.
laying across the extra-large hotel bed, head resting in ryul’s lap while he scrolls on his phone, with your legs thrown across ohyul’s where he’s typing away at his laptop, in your coziest hoodie you can’t remember from which of them you’d stolen it from, humming along to the beginnings of a new track float ambiently around the room.
and the best part of it all? the glasses.
ohyul and ryul tease you about how feral you get when they wear their glasses, but they just don’t understand.
it’s not just about how good they look in them (though of course, they absolutely do). it’s about what it represents — them, barefaced and smooth-skinned, wearing a the comfiest mix of each other’s and your clothes, sprawled out on the large hotel bed with glasses slipping low on their noses without a care in the world. no makeup, no performance, no “idol image.” just the three of you, existing, in love.
“you’re quiet,” ohyul murmurs, even though he can’t see you where he’s lying at the foot of the bed. he prods at your side with his foot and you giggle, smacking him lightly with the pillow.
“i’m thinking.”
“she’s probably ogling you with your glasses like she was doing to me the other day,” ryul chimes in, catching your hand when you swat at him.
“at least she didn’t hide your contacts,” ohyul snarks back with a laugh.
at that, ryul looks down at you with his eyebrow raised. “she did what?”
“she hid my contacts, like a maniac,” ohyul replies with another laugh of disbelief. you poke at his armpit with your foot and he yelps.
“traitor.”
“you’re the one who hid my contacts! i’m just telling the truth.”
“hmph.”
the pout of your lips brings a devious smile to ryul’s face. he coos at you, part mocking and part loving, as he brushes the hair from your face to cradle your cheeks in his large hands.
“you’re greedy,” he grins, pinching at your cheeks as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.
ohyul’s face appears beside his, both of them hanging over you where you’re sprawled in their laps. “spoiled,” he agrees, eyes alight with mischief as he pushes his glasses up on his nose.
ryul clicks his tongue, squeezing your cheeks and forcing the pout back on your face. “what are we gonna do with you?”
you turn your head in protest, cheeks burning from both embarrassment and trying not to smile.
they can believe what they want. you know the truth, you think, smiling to yourself. and you’re right where you belong.
mytwinsung stays crazy about glasses 2yul, more at 11 <3 fondly dedicating this to @bananananana26 for the encouraging comment, enjoy!
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