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touch deprived - jeon wonwoo

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff! wonwoo's yearning okay. word count: 820 a/n: bosh... first fic since MARCH? i wanted to make this a little more of wonwoo being such a cat bc his kitty agenda never fails... also i love cats so hehe

the sound of the apartment door unlocking was soft, but you heard it. there wasn't a reason to rush to the door, not when you knew he was home.

you heard the quiet shuffle of shoes being kicked off, and a soft thunk of a backpack dropping to the floor. then came the pause which was the stillness that always came before you saw him again after a long time apart.

and then:

"y/n," a quiet, deep voice. like a meow at midnight.

you turned, and there he was.

wonwoo, standing by the door like a stray cat finally let inside. he looked like he was both tired and longing, like someone who'd spent days pretending to be fine and finally made it back to the only place he could let go.

you barely had time to speak before he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you.

his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you close deep with a sigh so deep it made your chest ache. he pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling like a sleepy kitten, breathing you in like home.

you hugged him back, hands glued to his hair, "welcome home."

he made a small noise, a half groan half hum, and tightened his grip on you like he thought you might disappear.

"was it tough?" you asked gently, petting the back of his head.

"i'm touch deprived," he mumbled.

you blinked. "touch deprived?"

"kiss deprived. hug deprived. you deprived."

you giggled. "that serious?"

he pulled back enough just to look at you with those pretty dark eyes. "i haven't had a single kiss in over twelve days. that's like eighty-four years in cat time."

"you're not actually a cat, baby."

"you say that," he muttered, studying your face, his eyes roaming. "but i purr whenever you scratch my hair."

your face flushed immediately.

you scratched his head just to test the waters. sure enough, he melted. eyes fluttering shut, body pressing closer, his entire form softening like warm butter in the sun.

"that's cheating," you whispered.

he peeked his eyes open. "you have no idea what you do to me."

"wonwoo-"

"i had dreams of this. about holding you like this, your smell, your laugh." he leaned in and kissed your cheek, softly. "i missed everything."

you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face. his eyes were glowing, even though they were a little red from flying.

"you look like you haven't slept," you said,

"i haven't rested," he corrected, "but i will now."

he kissed you then. slowly, like he had all the time in the world. like he was memorizing the shape of your lips all over again. and when you smiled into it, he let out a tiny, content hum, rubbing your noses together like a kitten seeking warmth.

you nearly collapsed from how soft he was being.

"you're seriously like a cat right now," you spoke softly with a small smile, brushing hair off his forehead.

"good. because i'm about to curl up on you and stay there for the next five hours."

you laughed, letting him take your hand and lead you to the couch. the second you sat down, he was already on you. arms wrapped tightly around your waist, head on your chest, legs tucked by your side like he belonged in your lap.

and truthfully, he did.

he purred. literally.

"did you just purr?"

"that's the sound of a man finally at peace," he murmured, eyes closed. "my favourite person. my favourite everything."

you blushed so hard it felt like your face would catch fire. "you're so cheesy today."

"because i'm desperate for you," he whined.

and just like that, your heart fluttered again. you ran your hands through his hair.

he was quiet for a long while after that, but his hands kept moving. tracing circles on your side, his fingers curling under the hem of your shirt like he just needed the contact. at one point, he looked up, eyes glassy with sleep and affection.

"you still love me, right?" he asked softly, voice barely a whisper.

you blinked, caught off guard. "what?"

"i don't know," he said with a nervous smile. 'i just- sometimes i think i'm too quiet. or too clingy. or maybe not enough."

you cupped his face, his black hair falling perfectly and his dark eyes searching yours. "wonwoo,"

"mm?"

"i love you so much it's stupid."

he blinked. once. twice, his eyes flicking to your lips.

and then he kissed you so sweetly it nearly broke you.

no rush. no heat. just lips brushing like whispers. like he was finally full, and still wanted more.

when he pulled away, his voice was soft again. sleepier. warmer.

"don't move," he mumbled. "i'm not done loving you yet."

you smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i'm not going anywhere, kitty."

he purred again.

don't ask me how a man can purr... just go with it :p

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BE BRAVE FOR THIS DAY 10 YEARS OF SEVENTEEN

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What it's like having Mingyu as your husband

Cw: food mentions, Mingyu gym pics (yes thats a warning)

Husband!Mingyu who looves caging you in a bear hug every chance he gets. Oh you're cooking? He would turn you around and give you the warmest bear hug.

Husband!Mingyu who likes to cook for you AND with you. He claims that the food is 10 times tastier if he's cooking with you or making it for you.

Mornings with Husband!Mingyu will always end up with you sitting on his back as he does push ups. It became a routine for the two of you, although at first you denied doing it, but with Mingyu’s reassurance you finally agreed to do it.

Husband!Mingyu who could do everything in the house. Laundry? No problem. Cleaning the whole house? Blink and everything is squeaky clean! Don't even try lifting a furniture, he would do it for you instead.

Husband!Mingyu is the type of husband who's very, very whiny. When you tickle him for fun, he's whining and giggling at the same time which is the most adorable thing ever <3

Husband!Mingyu who loves coming home to take a relaxing bath with you. Just being with you underneath the warm water makes him feel relaxed. huge bonus if you offered to massage his scalp.

Husband!Mingyu whose muscles are not for display. He makes good use of it─carrying your bags, groceries and he can even carry you if you're comfortable with it. He can also use his tall and muscular figure to scare off the guys who're flirting on you.

Husband!Mingyu who quickly turns into a complete baby when he's tired. he comes home after hours of practice, he would cling to you the whole day and not let go. afterall he needs to recharge and you're the right person who could give him energy throughout the day <3

Husband!Mingyu who sends you gym pics, flexing his biceps or even abs in the mirror while patiently waiting for you to praise him for putting an effort on his body. (He's giggling and kicking his feet after which made people around there think he's crazy)

Husband!Mingyu is the type of Husband who would apologise first when you both had arguments. But if the argument is really that bad and needed a lot of time to cool off, he wouldn't let you take the couch. He insisted that you should take the bed while he fit himself on the small couch that could barely hold half of his body.

Husband!Mingyu who's not shy talking about you to his members. Whenever he does it, he gets all heart eyes just by the thought of you smiling at him. Although he gets teased for it, he does not care. After all he's just a man who's deeply in love with his wife

Overall, Mingyu is THE standard for everyone.

⠀⠀(≧▽≦)⠀⠀do not copy/repost⠀⠀───⠀ @kstrucknet @k-films @kflixnet / wc: 400+ @kissbyoon

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hello!!! could i request a one shot with kihyun or changkyun (whoever suits you more) where he meets the reader in some sort of show/yt program/thing like that and takes a liking to reader immediately?

caught on camera - im changkyun

pairing: idol!i.m x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff word count: 736 a/n: i'm loving all these monsta x reqs! to expand a lil, reader is a 4th gen idol, debuting later than i.m and is a few years younger :)

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filming days were always a mix of nerves and excitement, but today felt... different.

because you were meeting monsta x's i.m for a one on one.

other than, y'know.. having an impending crush on him even during your non-idol days, it's always nerve wracking to meet an idol who you've barely interacted with before.

but that was the charm of the youtube series you've taken part of, "idol unfiltered." it was a show putting two random idols together to simply, naturally connect. they'd ask each other icebreaker questions, play games, or just chat.

you've always wanted to do this—you watched many videos and couldn't wait till it was your turn.

but when your manager told you who you'd be meeting, you froze. how could you do this? how could you be in such an intimate space with him, only you two, minus the producers and camera crew?

but the day came. as the crew finished setting up, you glanced at the clock. he was due any minute now.

"ah, i'm sorry, am i late?"

the second you saw him, it was just a wow. he definitely was more beautiful in person. the blush rose to your cheeks and if anyone were to look at you, they'd notice the sparkle in your eyes. thank god the cameras weren't rolling.

his voice was calm, deep, with that slight rasp that made every sentence sound ten times cooler than it should.

"almost," you managed to muster out, smiling. "but i'll accept the apology anyway."

he let out a chuckle. "nice to meet you. i'm i.m." he lightly bowed in greeting.

"i know," your smile was still plastered on your face. "i'm y/n." you bowed back.

"i know." he repeated your words and smiled.

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the cameras rolled, and the usual introduction went smoothly, the production team telling you guys what was planned behind the scenes, and they gave you each queue cards. looks like for this episode, you guys were prompted with icebreaker questions.

"so, i.m, are you ready for this?" you glance at him, while preparing to ask the first question.

"changkyun. you can call me changkyun." he gave a light smile and it seemed like his eyes rested on you unintentionally.

you looked back up at him and tried to hold back your smile (which you failed), as you lightly nod. "changkyun." you repeated.

the minutes had been fun. some funny questions, some deep, some a little tmi. what was very evident on camera though, was like viewers could see the chemistry pouring out the screen. the way your eyes met, the jokes and the teasing, nobody's ever seen changkyun act like this.

the most unexpected thing had been that changkyun was yapping. with you it felt like his guard was down. both of you were comfortable, and it most definitely didn't feel like this was the first time meeting. the talking had been a silly mix of english and korean between you two. it was just pure natural.

his—and your—smiles were not the controlled, camera-ready expressions idols were trained to perfect. these were unguarded, effortless. his were radiant, the ones that you could probably melt to.

and the cameras caught every single one.

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the episode aired a week later, and within hours, social media exploded.

"wait why is changkyun smiling so much?" "i swear kyun doesn't usually smile this much in interviews... what's going on???" "the power y/n holds.. i've never seen changkyun like this.."

fans dissected every moment—every small smirk, every full grin. believe it or not, there was already a compilation on tiktok: "i.m smiling for 10 minutes straight because of y/n." put in two different videos.

and the funniest part? none of you even knew.

it wasn't until your group member showed you a video, "y/n, have you seen this?!" that you finally realized.

you watched the clip in disbelief, a little embarrassed. "he really smiled that much..?"

your groupmate spoke, "i mean... yeah. and not just polite smiles. like, full-on 'i'm into her' kinda smiles."

though, after the shoot, what nobody knew was he managed to score your number where no one was around.

and just like that, something unspoken settled between you.

it wasn't scripted. it wasn't forced. it was just two idols, unexpectedly clicking a little too well.

but for now, you both had to keep it private for a little while longer.

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hi! if you take requests, can i ask for some fluff with kihyun? or maybe hurt/comfort, like comforting him after a bad day? thank you!:)

thank u for requesting, posted here !! this was so sweet to write i actually tugged on my own heartstrings HELP.

hope u enjoyyyy 🥲🥲🥲🥲

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bad day - yoo kihyun

pairing: kihyun x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff, comfort word count: 726 a/n: requested! this is so :') i could just melt i swearrrr

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kihyun walked through the front door, his bag slipping off his shoulder and landing with a dull thud on the floor. he didn't even bother turning on the lights as he walked further inside, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a ton of bricks.

his head was pounding, his muscles ached, and frustration was bubbling up in his chest, threatening to spill over.

nothing had gone right today. absolutely nothing.

you were curled up on the couch, waiting for him, when you heard the door close. the moment you saw him standing there in the dim light, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with exhaustion, your heart clenched.

"kihyun?" you sat up, concern lacing your voice.

he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before finally looking at you. "hey," he said, voice rough and tired. that was all. just hey. no teasing remark, no dramatic entrance like usual.

something was definitely wrong.

without another word, you got up and walked over to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "are you okay?"

kihyun let out a humourless chuckle, shaking his head. "not really," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. he avoided your gaze, but you could see it—the exhaustion, the frustration, the way he was holding everything in, like he didn't want to burden you with it.

but you weren't about to let that happen.

you took his hand in yours and squeezed gently. "come here," you said softly, leading him to the couch. he followed without resistance, letting you pull him down beside you.

the moment he sat, you turned to him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead. "do you wanna talk about it?"

kihyun sighed, staring at the floor. "it was just... a mess. practice was terrible. i kept messing up, and i could tell everyone was getting frustrated, which only made me more frustrated. then the recording session was even worse, and i had to redo so many takes, i thought i was really gonna lose my mind." his hands curled into fists on his lap. "i just— i feel like i wasn't good enough today."

your chest ached at the way he said it, so quiet and defeated. kihyun, who always pushed himself so hard, who always wanted to be his best—hearing him doubt himself like this made your heart hurt.

without thinking, you scooted closer and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. he instantly melted against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buried his face in your shoulder.

"i'm sorry today was so hard," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "but you are so much more than one bad day, kihyun. you always give your all, and that's what matters."

he let out a shaky breath, tightening his hold on you. "i just... hate feeling like i'm not good enough."

"you are good enough," you said firmly, pulling back just enough to look at him. you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "you are so, so talented, kihyun. you care so much about what you do, that's why you're amazing. one tough day doesn't change that."

his eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders slightly easing. "how do you always know what to say?" he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost like he was afraid to let himself believe your words.

you smiled, brushing a kiss against his forehead. "because i love you, and i see how incredible you are. even if you don't."

a slow, small smile curled at his lips, and it made your heart flutter. "i don't deserve you," he muttered, his hands finding your waist and pulling you even closer.

"you totally do," you teased, poking his cheek, "and i'm not going anywhere, so you better get used to me reminding you how great you are."

kihyun let out a soft chuckle, the first real one of the night, and it made you feel like you'd won a tiny victory. he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment.

"can we stay like this a little longer?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as he tucked his head into your neck.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around him again, "for as long as you need."

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JUNA OMG HAVE U SEEN HYUNGWON DANCING TO MAGNETIC??? he so cute idc if hes 30 yo or smth

YES. he’s so jbsjsdjjdjd😭😭😭 come back bruh 🙁🙁💔💔💔💔 he served enough i swear

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one night - chae hyungwon

pairing: hyungwon x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff, a pinch of suggestive word count: 987 a/n: for @wonkierideul 😝 i blushed writing this HELP.

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the rain outside taps lightly against the windows, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet apartment.

the city beyond is blurred by mist, glowing lights scattered like stars in the night sky. the air smells like lavender and fresh linen, a warm setting into the space that makes it feel like time itself has slowed.

and in the middle of it all, you're wrapped in hyungwon's arms, pressed against his chest as he lazily plays with your fingers.

it's late, but neither of you feels like moving. the couch is soft beneath you, but hyungwon's embrace is softer.

his hoodie is slightly oversized, the fabric pooling around his wrists, and his hair is still damp from the shower he took earlier. he smells like something fresh and faintly sweet, something that makes you want to bury yourself deeper in him.

"you're quiet," he murmurs, his voice slow and drowsy. his fingers trace light patterns on the back of your hand, absentminded but soothing. "what're you thinking about?"

"you," you say simply.

he hums in approval, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. "good answer."

you roll your eyes but can't help the way your heart stumbles when he shifts, his other hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips barely graze your skin, but the touch sends warmth straight to your chest.

"you're so warm," you murmur, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie.

hyungwon chuckles, the sound low and soothing. "that's because you're cold," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "you always are."

you scoff lightly. "are you saying i use you for warmth?"

"i'm saying i let you," he corrects, a teasing glint in his eyes.

you huff, but the truth is, he's right. his body is like a personal heater, and right now, with the rain whispering outside and the lights dimmed, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

his fingers continue their slow, feather-light tracing over your skin, traveling from your hand to your wrist, up the length of your arm. it's a simple touch, but it makes you hyperaware of how close he is, how easy it would be for him to feel the way your heart is racing against his.

"you know," he murmurs after a moment, "i could stay like this forever."

your heart skips.

there's something about the way he says it—so quiet, so certain, like he's not just speaking in passing but actually meaning it.

you pull back just enough to look at him, only to find out he's already watching you. his gaze is unreadable, but there's something soft about it, something so tender that makes your breath catch.

"you always say things like that," you whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden.

hyungwon smiles, brushing his nose lightly against yours. "because i always mean them."

your chest tightens, warmth spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers. you don't know how he does this–how he makes the most simple moments feel like something out of a dream.

you swallow, trying to steady yourself. "then don't just say it. show me."

his smile falters for a split second, like he wasn't expecting that. but then his expression shifts, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes before he exhales softly.

and then—without hesitation—he tightens his hold on you, pulling you impossibly close until there's barely any space left between you. his arms secure you against him, his chin resting against the top of your head, his heart beating steady and strong beneath your ear.

"this enough proof for you?" he whispers.

you barely manage to nod, too flustered by the sudden closeness and his grip on you.

but hyungwon isn't done.

he shifts slightly, his fingers tracing slow, delicate lines down your spine. his lips press against the top of your head, lingering there before trailing lower—his forehead brushing against your temple, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek. his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's savouring every inch of contact.

and then—so soft you almost miss it—he whispers, "i love you."

your entire body stills.

hyungwon has said sweet things before. he's teased you, made you blush, made your heart race a thousand times over. but this—this is different. this isn't a passing flirtation or an attempt to fluster you. this is real.

your fingers tighten around the fabric of his hoodie as you pull back just enough to look at him. he watches you carefully, his expression unreadable, like he's waiting for you to run.

but you don't.

instead, you reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands. your thumb brushes over his cheek, and for once, he's the one who looks flustered. his breath hitches slightly, his lips parting as if he wants to say something more—but you don't give him the chance.

instead, you close the distance, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

it's slow—unhurried, warm, like sinking into something familiar yet electrifying all at once. his hands move to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as he deepens the kiss just slightly, just enough to make your stomach flip.

when you finally pull away, your foreheads remain pressed together, the air between you thick with something unspoken but understood.

"i love you too," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

hyungwon exhales sharply, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him before he pulls you right back into his arms.

"took you long enough," he murmurs, voice filled with nothing but warmth.

You roll your eyes but let yourself sink into him, smiling against his hoodie as his fingers trace soft shapes against your back.

the rain outside continues to fall, the city stretching beyond, but none of it matters.

because right now, wrapped in hyungwon’s arms, you realize that this—this quiet, sleepy, love-filled moment—is home.

and you never want to leave.

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finally home - yoo kihyun

pairing: kihyun x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff (?) angst (?) word count: 562 a/n: kihyun discharge day and im crying.. just finished watching the welcome live (it's 5am rn) and ohh i missed him so much :(

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the apartment felt emptier without him.

days blurred together, the hum of the city outside your window a constant reminder that time was moving forward, even when your heart remained stuck in place, waiting.

every morning, you woke to the same routine–pouring 2 cups of coffee out of habit, only to sigh and pour one back into the pot. his side of the bed remained untouched, the sheets cold, his scent fading with each passing day.

you had tried to fill the void with distractions–work, friends, hobbies–but nothing could replace the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter, the way he would hum mindlessly while doing whatever.

kihyun had been gone for (nearly) 2 years, serving his mandatory military service, and while you had known from the start that waiting would be hard, you hadn't anticipated just how much it would ache. the distance was suffocating.

letters and occasional phone calls helped, but they were fleeting, moments of light swallowed by the vast emptiness that followed. you missed everything–the way he would tease you, the way he would hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

nights were the hardest. you would curl up beneath the blankets, phone clutched to your chest, rereading his last message until exhaustion pulled you under.

and the day finally came, he was coming home.

you had spent the entire morning pacing, heart hammering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. the hours stretched unbearably, each minute crawling by.

you had replayed your reunion a thousand times in your mind, wondering what you would say, how he would look. would he have changed?

would he still feel the same?

but all those thoughts vanished the moment you heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock.

the door creaked open, and there he stood.

kihyun.

he looked different–his hair was longer than the buzz, his features slightly more defined, but his eyes, those warm, expressive eyes, held the same love, the same fire that had always drawn you to him. for a moment, neither of you moved, just drinking each other in, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.

and then, you rushed to him.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you'd disappear. your fingers clutched at the fabric of his jacket, your face buried in his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of home–his scent.

he was here. he was real. and the weight of every lonely night, every tear shed in his absence, came crashing down all at once.

"i missed you," you choked out, voice muffled against him.

kihyun exhaled shakily, "i know baby," pressing his lips to your hair, "i missed you more."

you pulled back just enough to look at him, hands trembling as they cupped his face. his skin was warm beneath your touch, lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but instead, he just leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"you waited for me," he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

"of course i did."

his lips curled into the softest, most beautiful smile you had ever seen before he finally closed the distance, kissing you with all the love, all the longing, all the promises that had been left unspoken for 2 years.

and just like that, he was home.

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SOMEONE HOLD MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM SOBBING EVERYWHERE

250221 Kihyun Instagram Update

yookihhh:

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JUNNAAAAAAAAAAA HOW R UUU??? I HOPE UR DOING WELL!!

IM DOING NOT BAD! haven't published anything in a MINUTEE i swear im still here (barely) 💔

guys exam szn finished like 3 weeks ago and i only have 1 drafted work since december HELP ME

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he looks so good here ♡

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angst to comfort

The fluorescent lights of the practice room buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Han Jisung sat hunched over his laptop, headphones clamped tightly over his ears, his fingers furiously tapping against the keyboard as he tried to squeeze out the perfect verse. But the words weren’t coming.

They hadn’t been coming for hours.

Frustration built in his chest like a balloon about to burst. His mind replayed the same beat on a torturous loop, but no matter how many times he rewrote the lyrics, they sounded wrong. Offbeat. Flat. The pressure of deadlines, expectations from fans, and his own perfectionism felt like a vice around his heart.

The door creaked open softly behind him, but he barely registered it through the fog of his irritation.

You stepped into the room quietly, hoping not to disturb him. You’d noticed the signs—missed calls, one-word texts, and the dark circles deepening under his eyes. So you decided to surprise him with his favorite meal from the little street vendor he loved near your apartment. Maybe it wasn’t much, but you thought a little comfort could go a long way.

“Jisung?” you called out softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

That one word snapped the last thread of his patience.

“Wtf are you doing here?” he snapped, whipping around in his chair. His voice echoed sharply off the walls, harsher than he intended, but he was too wound up to pull it back.

You blinked, startled by his sudden outburst. “I—I brought you something to eat. I thought you might be hungry,” you said quietly, lifting the bag as if the sight of his favorite food would soften him.

But it didn’t.

“I don’t need food right now! And I don’t need you up my ass everytime!” he shouted, standing up abruptly. His chair scraped loudly against the floor. “I need to focus! Why can’t you just leave me alone for once?”

Your heart dropped. The warmth and excitement you’d felt on the way here evaporated, replaced by a cold ache in your chest. You stood frozen for a moment, then nodded silently, setting the bag down on the nearest table.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely holding steady. Without another word, you turned and walked out, your eyes stinging as you fought back tears. You didn’t want him to see you cry. Not after that.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving Jisung alone in the suffocating silence.

For a moment, he felt justified. He needed to concentrate, and you had interrupted him. But as the echo of his own words settled in the room, guilt began to gnaw at his chest. His eyes drifted to the bag of food sitting untouched on the table. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—you had just been trying to help. To care for him.

A quiet cough from the doorway snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Chan standing there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“What the hell was that, Jisung?” Chan’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made Jisung’s stomach twist.

“I just—she interrupted—I was trying to focus,” Jisung muttered defensively, but even to his own ears, the excuse sounded weak.

Chan raised an eyebrow. “She brought you food, man. Food. Because she cares about you. And you blew up on her like she was the problem?” He shook his head, disappointment clear in his eyes. “You need to fix this. Now.”

Jisung’s chest tightened painfully. The weight of what he’d done finally settled fully on his shoulders, and before he knew it, his knees buckled beneath him. He sank to the floor, burying his face in his hands as hot tears spilled over his cheeks.

“I messed up,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I messed up so bad.”

Chan crouched down beside him, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. “Then go fix it before it’s too late.”

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The sky had darkened by the time Jisung reached your apartment. The cool night air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was a whirlwind of regret and anxiety. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if this was the final straw?

His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he raised his hand to knock. For a moment, he hesitated, his knuckles hovering just inches from the door. But then he took a deep breath and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

It took a few moments, but eventually, the door creaked open.

You stood there, wrapped in one of his old hoodies, your eyes red and puffy from crying. The sight of you like that—hurt because of him—shattered whatever was left of Jisung’s fragile composure. His breath hitched, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. Part of you wanted to slam the door in his face, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he’d caused you. But seeing him standing there, eyes swollen and full of regret, your heart softened against your better judgment.

Before you could say anything, he stepped forward, his voice breaking as he continued.

“I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I was just… I was so stressed, and I took it out on you, and that wasn’t fair. You were just trying to help, and I—I was an idiot. I don’t deserve you, but I’m begging you, please don’t hate me.”

His words tumbled out in a desperate rush, and when he finally stopped, the hallway fell into silence. You looked at him for a long moment, searching his face for sincerity. And it was there, plain as day—raw, aching regret.

Without a word, you stepped aside, opening the door wider. He let out a shaky breath of relief and stepped inside, kicking off his shoes as you closed the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, he turned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a desperate, trembling hug. His face buried in your shoulder, and you felt his tears soaking into the fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, over and over, his voice muffled against your skin.

You stood still for a moment, letting his words sink in, before slowly wrapping your arms around him. The warmth of his body, the way he clung to you like you were his anchor—it melted the last remnants of your anger.

“I know,” you whispered softly, running your fingers through his hair. “But you can’t shut me out like that, Jisung. I’m here for you. Let me be here for you.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with tears. “I will. I promise. I just… I can’t lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you whispered, brushing your thumb gently across his cheek. “But we need to talk when things get hard, okay?”

He nodded, sniffling as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw but full of sincerity.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with warmth.

You led him to the couch, pulling him down beside you. He curled into your side like a lost puppy, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face still buried in your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension slowly melt away from his body as his breathing evened out.

After a while, he shifted slightly, resting his head in your lap. His eyes were still red and puffy, but there was a softness in them now, a quiet vulnerability that made your heart ache. You traced gentle patterns along his temple, watching as his eyelids fluttered closed.

“You’re my safe place, you know that?” he murmured sleepily, his voice barely audible.

“And you’re mine,” you whispered back, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

As the night stretched on, you stayed there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the weight of the earlier argument fading into the background. His arms tightened around you in his sleep, and you smiled softly, knowing that no matter how hard things got, you’d always find your way back to each other.

Because love wasn’t perfect—it was messy and complicated and sometimes full of mistakes. But in the end, it was also forgiveness, understanding, and holding on even when things felt like they were falling apart.

And as you drifted off to sleep with Jisung’s steady breathing in your ear, you knew that you’d both be okay. Together.

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