#joshua comfort

[wqnwoos]

joshua hong breaks your heart three and a half times before you can even reach nineteen, and yet you can’t stop loving him with the pieces that remain.

i. the first time ; when you meet

the story of you and joshua starts at the beginning, which sounds pretty redundant, but it’s the beginning in more may than one. the beginning of friendship — the beginning of freshman year — the beginning of something bigger than two fourteen year olds can imagine.

it starts, as you say, at the onset of freshman year. you’re nervous — extra nervous because these kids went to the same middle school, and you’re the stranger, the outsider, the transfer student who nobody knows yet. it’s obvious in the way they talk to each other; gossipping about unfamiliar names, inside jokes only they understand.

and so homeroom begins with ice breakers, and it turns out that you and someone named joshua hong have the same favourite colour and you both like horror movies, and that’s enough for you to think to yourself, that one. i want to be friends with that one.

for a moment, it seems like that sentiment is mirrored. when lunch is called, and you’re stuck in the corner of the canteen, eating lunch alone, joshua hong appears to your side, holding his tray. he smiles at you first, and when he speaks, he speaks softly; you like him instantly, especially when he gets your name right first try, and talks to you about the horror movies you like.

unfortunately, your conversation lasts about five minutes; it’s interrupted by joshua’s actual friends, waving from another table, yelling for him to come join their arm wrestling competition, and someone wants his chocolate milk, and, and, and — because of course, joshua is popular.

he’s also incredibly polite, for a fourteen year old boy, looking between you and his table, eyes torn, mouth twisting. but you make the decision for him; you stuff the last of your food in your mouth — it tastes like cardboard — and you gesture for him to leave, saying, through a dry mouthful, “i’m done anyway, go ahead!”

he leaves then, sending an apologetic smile you pretend not to see. you won’t be pitied, not even by popular guys with nice smiles. but when you walk out the cafeteria, as alone as you were when you walked into it, your silly, young little heart does break a little.

and then it’s glued back together by clumsy fingers the next day. joshua’s in the cafeteria before you, and this time, he waves you over to his table, patting the seat next to him. he introduces you to his friends, who are nice and sweet and funny, and you do like them, you just like joshua that extra little bit more.

ii. the second time ; when you fall, suddenly, completely, absolutely.

by the time junior year rolls around, you and joshua are joined at the hip.

you do everything together. you’re at his house more than your own; his mom calls you the second child she never had; your mom calls him by his nickname; you know his deepest darkest secret, and he knows yours; he’s your favourite person in the world, and as teenagers are apt to do, you’d never willingly tell him such a thing.

“you’re disgusting,” you tell him, whenever he belches, unashamed, on your couch after a horror movie marathon. “you’re the worst!” when he tickles you within an inch of your life, rolling onto the floor with you in a mad tangle of limbs and giggling. “i hate you,” with a smile on your face, when he teases you about a crush or pinches your nose a little too hard.

“you love me,” is always his response — easy, carefree, and the l-word rolls off his tongue so confidently, sometimes you wonder how he does it. but you do love him. as a friend, of course, and nothing more, despite what other people say. at school, people think you’re together — people pull you aside in the locker room, giggling like they’re in on your secret (“so, you like like him, right?”) and nobody believes you guys when you deny it.

“it’s not like that,” you find yourself saying over and over, until it feels like the words are tattooed on your tongue. “he’s just josh, you know?” and he is. he’s just your joshua. nothing more, nothing less, he’s just your person — your best friend.

you manage to convince yourself as well, with those repetitive words, until one day, you find out you can’t.

it’s a sunday, and so of course, he’s singing sunday morning as the two of you stroll down to the park, hands stuffed in your respective pockets. it’s late september, but the dregs of summer are lingering longer this year, and the two of you are drinking them up before autumn rolls around, and strips the greenery bare.

“your obsession with that song needs to be studied,” you say, and it comes easily because you haven’t realised yet.

“your brain needs to be studied,” is his quick retort, as you guys make it to your usual spot.

it’s nothing special, this spot — to an outsider, at least. it’s a crumbling wall to the side of the park, that overlooks a pond (an ugly, swampy looking pond, but a pond nonetheless).

to you and joshua, the deteriorating wall is your Place, with a capital p, because that’s how important it’s become to the two of you. it’s simply. a little bit ugly, but who cares, when you have your whole life stretching in front of you, a wall to sit on, and a best friend to argue over the red gummies with?

“there are five red gummies,” he pronounces, peering inside the pack. “i call dibs on the third!”

“what?” your voice raises automatically. “absolutely not. you had the third one last time.”

“last time there were six!”

“that’s so not fair!” you poke his rib, scowling. “we’ll split it. for justice.”

joshua sighs, long and reluctant, but nods, setting the packet between you — but moments later, when you’ve spiralled down a tangent of cursing out your physics teacher, he swipes down on the third, stuffing it in his mouth with a triumphant, guiltless grin before you can even say stop.

“you’re evil,” you say, slow and shocked, narrowing your eyes at him. “you’re actually fucking evil!”

“sorry,” he says, without the slightest hint of remorse.

“i hate you.” and again, you’re smiling — and so is he, throwing his head back to laugh (because the thought of you hating him is so ridiculous that he has to laugh), and his darn eyes catch the afternoon sunlight at just the right angle, twin pools of honey brown, and you’re drowning in them; and his laughter sounds like music, and his hair’s blowing back in the breeze, and the lines of his face are lighting up golden; and oh, fuck, you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“you love me,” he says, normally, casually, his ordinary response, but it feels like he’s plucked the sentence straight out your mind, where it had been nothing more than a half-formed sentiment you’d pushed into the corner.

cheeseballs, you think to yourself, breathless, stomach sinking, eyes wide. i think he’s right.

i think i love him, your fifteen year old self thinks, and then your fifteen year old self’s heart breaks.

it’s more painful than the first time. much more.

iii. the third time ; when he leaves (because you push him out the door)

the third time is not like the others. you can’t pinpoint a specific moment; it happens gradually. less of a shattering — more of a slow crushing, like joshua is pressing down on the centre of your chest, slow, heavy, and completely unaware of how blood is spurting from the cracks of your heart.

because he doesn’t know — of course he doesn’t know. and he can’t know now, now that the two of you, as a unit, have become past tense.

you can barely call himself your friend anymore, and it’s entirely your fault.

not even a month after that fateful day in junior year, joshua had gotten himself a girlfriend. and she wasn’t mean and you couldn’t hate her even if you wanted to, she was the sweetest person alive, and had no problem with you; but still, that step did mean other things, like backing off joshua a little. there was another priority in his life now.

they only lasted three months, but it felt significant. it felt like a sign — he’s not yours, he can never be yours, and so even after emily benson and joshua broke up, you kept your distance. then he joined the football team, with seungcheol and mingyu and those guys, and you joined the photography club with wonwoo and seokmin and those guys, and there was suddenly this divide. a line drawn; you were the artist.

because joshua did try, and he definitely tried more than you. he’d invite you over to his house for movie marathons, and you’d decline. he’d wave at you from across the football pitch, and you’d pretend not to see.

you only see his mom in the supermarket now. she still hugs you, calls you her other child. you don’t know what to say to her.

it is, technically, your own fault. self-preservation instincts; because being around joshua hurt like a bitch after that sunday. there was an ache in your heart you’d somehow not noticed for two years, but now that you’d noticed it once, it was there always, a permanent throbbing pain in your chest.

you think of it as losing your heart; you’d given it to joshua without even realising, and he hasn’t realised either. and so the hot, slippery organ is left in his hands, and you don’t know how to get it back.

senior year comes, and it’s clear to everyone that there is no longer a you and joshua. sometimes you get questions about it; “did you guys fight?”, “what even happened? was it emily?”, “did he cheat on you?”, and you answer them all wearily with a smiling front.

just drifted apart, i guess, you always say, paired with a nonchalant shrug, like it doesn’t kill you a little every time you see him.

you wonder what he says, when they ask him. if they even ask him at all.

iii.v half broken, half mended

joshua shows up at your house.

it’s the night before graduation, and if it were a movie, it would be raining when he knocks on your door — but it’s still warm, there’s still faint sunlight behind him, and he’s panting slightly on your doorstep, eyes wide with something you don’t have the time to read before he’s rushing out words, garbled with speed.

you’ve just woken from a nap, and you don’t understand a word he’s saying; you hear a whole lot of “we” and “friends” and before he can get any further, you raise a hand to stop him.

“what — what are you talking about, shua?” you question genuinely, rubbing your sleepy eyes as though this is some sort of twisted dream.

joshua lets out a breath on your doorstep; he looks harried, panicked, like if he doesn’t say everything he needs to, he’s going to explode. but he holds back, inhaling, exhaling, suddenly short of breath at the sight of you, up close after what feels like forever.

“where did you go?” he says finally, and you can hear fifteen year old shua in there, a crack in his voice, emotion leaking into it.

you know what he means, you know exactly what he means, and you don’t have an answer for him. “i didn’t go anywhere,” you reply, voice small. you don’t look at him, because both of you know it’s a lie.

“you did,” he repeats needlessly. “it felt like you left me.”

you don’t have anything to say, and so you stay silent. there are birds chirping, you realise absently, somewhere behind him.

“was there a reason?” his words are growing quicker now, spilling out of him like they’re overflowing; and maybe they are, maybe he’s kept them locked up just as long as you have. “there must have been a reason — you need to tell me, i deserve to know. don’t i?”

his voice is tinged with a sort of raw desperation that pulls at your heart, because no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise, he’s still your shua, he’s still your person, and you can never hate him.

he deserves to know, and you’re too cowardly to tell him.

joshua waits. (he’s always been the more patient out of you two.) “you won’t tell me,” he realises finally, stepping back just once. “god. fuck. i don’t even know why i came.”

he turns, and you blurt three words that halt him in his tracks. you see the way he freezes on the spot, and so you repeat them again, just so he can be sure.

“i love you,” you say, softly, but he hears you. he hears you and turns around, and his pretty doe eyes are round with confusion.

you don’t realise you’re crying until he wipes away the few that have spilled oit the corners of your eyes; he does it delicately, with hands that tremble a little. they’re unfamiliar in their familiarity, those hands, and the feel of them makes you close your eyes.

both of you are breathing shakily. like you’re on the cusp of something new; something bigger.

“how long?” he asks quietly, hands trailing down to cup your cheeks.

you don’t open your eyes when you speak your next words, pouring from your mouth into the space between you. “since we were fifteen.”

joshua’s quiet for a moment, and when you open your eyes, there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and the ghost of tears filling his eyes. “haha,” he whispers, leaning closer, “i win.” his lips brush against yours, so light and feathery it could barely be called a kiss.

he pulls back, forehead against yours, and smiles, properly this time. “since fourteen,” he says, and it feels like your heart is mended and broken at the same time.

an / typed this out in an hour of feverish inspiration. idk. 💪

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[ikigaisvt]

sleepy

in which your boyfriend comforts you after a restless night.

pairing: joshua x gn!reader words count: 1.6k content: comfort, fluff warnings: talk of insomnia, eating, talk of drinking, petnames (for reader: babe, baby, sweeheart / for joshua: josh, love), skinship (cuddles, kisses) note: hi!! the joshua brainrot has been hitting hard lately; im kinda in love,, thank you so much @goblinvern for proof reading this for me 🫶 you're the absolute best! minors are allowed to interact with this post but please don't follow or i'll hard block you. enjoy and don't forget to leave a like/comment/reblog! note 2.0: i wasn't planning on posting this fic before the new year, but since i had it sitting in the drafts and it's joshua's day, i thought it'd be a good timing to post it now~ i hope everyone will have a good 2024 and happy birthday to shua!! 🫶

You were pretty sure if people would have to describe you, they’d use that word: admirative. You were one to always be left in awe at people’s talents, whether it be singing, drawing, dancing or truly anything else. Even though you were creative yourself, you’d always be admirative of what people could create out of their minds only. But if you had to say the one skill that would leave you speechless, as it is not one you possess, it’s being able to function with little to no sleep.

Okay, let’s redo this. If you’re being truthful, people would more likely describe you as sleepy. You were someone who always loved sleeping; however, sleep did not like you. You were never like one of those people who could sleep anywhere and through anything, you were rather on the more sensitive side when it came to sleeping. Over the years, you had put together a very strict routine you had to follow every night to ensure a restful sleep. But oh, if you had the bad idea or the bad luck to skip or miss a step? You’d end up falling asleep at 1 am and waking up at 5 am. And that’s exactly what happened yesterday night. Now, you’re used to this so surely you would know how to handle your own state and have the most productive day despite your tiredness. However, because the world never gives enough hardships to one, you were sometimes faced with a special kind of tiredness. A tiredness that would make you stick to anyone’s side. A tiredness that would make you hug a person and never let go. And when that happened, well, no amount of self-knowledge could make you change for the day. But maybe you have something to thank the world for: it gave the loveliest and gentlest boyfriend ever. And he loves cuddles.

10 am – 5 hours since I’ve been awake. He should be awake pretty soon; you think to yourself. Here you were, perched on the kitchen stool, an empty bowl of cereal in front of you, waiting for your boyfriend to wake up so you could cuddle. When you first woke up, you had hoped you would fall back asleep immediately, even though that rarely happened for you, so you didn’t even think of cuddling. But when you realized you would not fall asleep, you decide to get up and go about your day, already looking forward to your afternoon’s nap. All you did was settle down on your couch and put on your favorite show – The Vampire Diaries and around 9am, when hungriness settled down in the pit of your stomach, you got up and made yourself a bowl of cereal. You don’t know what triggered your need to hug your boyfriend – maybe the chill air that settled in your apartment as winter is coming closer or maybe the fact that you haven’t seen him a lot lately, but all you have been thinking about since then was him. Him and his arms enveloping you. Him and his scent making your head spin. Him and his fingers playing with your hair. Him, him, him. Now, you could have woken him up but knowing he came back home around 2 am – as he was out drinking with Jeonghan – you didn’t find it in you to ruin his sleep.

“10:30 am – he really should be awake by now,” you say out loud before you hear the water running in your bathroom. You slowly lean and peek at your hallway only to see Joshua walk down towards you – more like, towards the kitchen, his hair sticking out in weird angles while he rubs the sleep away from his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” he calls out to you once he gets closer, “Since when have you been awake?” he asks, worries written all over his face. He knows how much you struggle with sleeping.

“I woke up around 5,” you mumble as he starts making himself a cup of coffee. At your words he turns around to look at you, gives up on his coffee and comes around the kitchen bar.

“Oh babe,” he says, his hands reaching for your face, cupping your cheeks gently, “Is it because of me? Did I wake you up?” he questions, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“No, you’re fine. You know how it gets for me sometimes,” you reassure him, your hands holding on his wrists.

“Okay, okay,” he says, “What can I do? Do you want to stay in bed while I clean around? Today is cleaning day, right?” he asks, trying to come up with a way to make today easier for you.

“Well, cleaning day is reported to tomorrow,” you chuckle, lighting up the situation, “but there’s something I’d really like,” you mumble, trying to work up the courage to ask him for cuddles.

“Yes, tell me. Anything for you,” he nods, his hands now resting on your neck, his fingers playing with the little hair at the back of your head.

“You promise you won’t make fun of me?” you ask him, holding out your hand in a pinky promise.

“Of course. I promise I won’t make fun of you,” he states, as he meets your hand in the same promise, a glint of mischievousness appearing in his eyes, “You want cuddles, don’t you?” he asks in a smile.

“How did you know?” you gasp, not knowing what could have given you up. But truly, Joshua knew as soon as he looked at you. He couldn’t pin point what gave you away either but he’s sure it’s there somewhere, in your shiny eyes, in your slight pout or maybe it’s the way your body is leaning into his, faster, closer, than usual.

“You always ask me to not make fun of you before asking for cuddles,” he chuckles, trying to come up with an answer without giving away how much he loves you, “and I always tell you I will not. Never.” He says, planting a kiss on your forehead, “Especially not when you’re being so open with what you need. You know I’ll always try to provide whatever you need for you.” Okay, he thinks to himself, maybe I did give myself away with that one.

“Thank you, Josh,” you murmur, your hands finding his shirt, as you pull him towards you so he can stand between your legs, “Just like this. For a few seconds.” You tell him, your voice even quieter as you bury yourself in his chest. You feel his arms reach behind you, rubbing your head and your back in slow motion, bringing you the comfort you were wishing for. Your body slowly relaxes, your hands untighten against his shirt and your breath becomes slower, little sighs leaving you as you realize that this is feeling rested. This is what love feels like. This is what home feels like.

“Feels good?” he whispers, his hand now drawing circles on your back, your response coming in the form of a nod, “You want to move to the couch?” he asks as you mumble yes against his shirt, slowly leaving his embrace. You look up at him, your eyes meeting as he reaches for your face, slowly coming closer to your lips. Just as you close your eyes and your lips are about to meet, he whispers something about the couch and suddenly you’re hoisted up in the air, his arms around you.

“There we go, baby,” he says as he kisses your forehead, blush creeping on your cheeks at how much he’s covering you with love, “Hold on tight,” he whispers, your arms finding rest on his shoulders as he holds you closer to his chest.

He slowly makes his way to the couch, the slight movement of his steps almost lulling you to sleep, to that state you always struggle to find on your own. And yet with him, it’s so easy. So easy you find yourself sleepier than before, as Joshua sets you down on the couch, his arms open to allow you the rest you deeply deserve. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, his heart like a lullaby to you while he strokes your hair out of your face.

“You’re good now?” he whispers as he plants another kiss on your head.

“Hm, yeah. Thank you, love,” you whisper, already feeling sleepier than a few minutes ago as he strokes your back.

“Please, don’t thank me,” he starts, “always come find me when you can’t sleep, okay? Call me and I’ll come running. Tell me and I’ll drop everything. Wake me up whenever and I will give every ounce of sleep to you.” he says, your eyes looking up at him, “You need to promise me, okay?” he asks, his hand already out in a pinky promise.

“I swear,” you answer, your hand locking his into a promise. You take a hold of his hand quick enough, playing with his fingers before you start leaving kisses on his open palm, his knuckles, the tip of his fingers, “I love you.” you whisper as you let his hand down, your fingers still intertwined.

“I know,” he says quietly, his eyes filled with something you can’t describe. Perhaps it is love. “I love you too. So much.” He tells you, sealing his love with a kiss on your hand as your eyes feel heavier than before, sleep and warmth slowly invading your body.

It’s when you feel your body getting heavier, Joshua’s heart beats fading in the background as his hand never stop rubbing your back that you realize you should have added cuddles with Joshua as a crucial part of your night routine. No matter how many tips you will try to sleep better – earplugs, sleeping masks, white noise music, nothing will ever compare to Joshua and the comfort, rest and love he brings you. And maybe after a few years, you’ll be able to only have one step in your night routine.

thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it 🫶

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[coupsjin]

home

╰┈➤ bf!joshua x (student) afab reader

╰┈➤ after a dramatic family dinner with joshua and your parents, he comforts you at home

╰┈➤ warnings: parental issues, angst (not with josh), pet name, lmk if i should add any more!

a/n: the fact that my chest PHSYICALLY hurt when writing this omg. this was so comforting to me bc of recent academic stress. i hope it can be some kind of comfort to you too - don't give up :)

wc: <1k

you sigh. "why can't you just understand!?" you yell, infuriated at your parents.

you had recently enrolled in college, originally studying business administration. after going to class for a few months, you found yourself falling out of love of the fantasy of owning your own business. you wanted to switch majors, taking a gap year to really explore yourself and decide what you want to dedicate your life to. this was the first time brining it up with your parents.

they clearly opposed the idea. you never had the best relationship with your parents, but you still thought it was right to visit once in a while. and this day, joshua was accompanying you.

"although it's good to know yourself better... this is still not right." your father sternly says, staring into your burning eyes.

"when have you ever cared about my future, dad?! really, tell me when. because the last time i remember, you were trying your absolute best to get me out of the house." you were crying now, streams of hot anger burning down your cheeks.

joshua tightly grips your hand, rubbing your palm with his thumb.

"don't cry, baby. you just do what you want, okay?" he whispers, catching the attention of your mother.

"do what she wants?! i can tolerate you, y/n, but not your moron of a boyfriend who only knows how to sing." your mother says while glaring at joshua, who stares at her back with calm but heartbroken eyes.

that was when she crossed the line. she could say all she wanted about you, saying how you were a failure and you can't commit yourself to something - but not joshua. he was the one thing keeping you going, comforting you on nights where you just wanted to give up everything. crying on his shoulder while him having his hand rub your tired back was your only beam of support. you had lost the support of your friends, and now your family.

"what the HELL is your problem, mom?!" you screamed, echoing in the large dining room. you put down your fork, "your only daughter isn't happy. doesn't that mean anything to you? i work day and night for a degree i don't even want. i work sleepless nights for professors i don't even l-"

"you are not my daughter anymore."

you stare at your mother, a tear dropping out of your eye. you felt as though a knife was stabbed through your chest, six words you never would've thought to hear.

joshua was now concerned. you were now frantically sobbing, trying to take in precious air between your long sobs.

"come on, we're going home." he grabs your arm, leading your shaking body off your chair. "thank you for the dinner."

no matter how mad he was at your parents, he at least needed to be polite. he held your shaking shoulders, leading you out of the house and into his car. he starts driving fast, his heart physically hurting every sob he heard leave your mouth.

"baby... are you ready to talk about it?" he asked after your sobs had died down into a cry.

"n.. no" you say, the first syllable getting separated by a hiccup. "i just want... to go home."

"okay honey, take your time. let's talk about it while i'm holding you at home, okay?" he glances at you often, wanting to kiss your swollen red eyes. his hands don't leave you, softly squeezing your thighs or holding your still-shaking hands.

when you arrive home, you immediately collapse on the floor. face buried in your tear stained hands, your muffled sobs surprised shua who is still outside at the car. he rushes to you, leaving his car door open. he rushes to your side, closing the door behind him and kneeling in front of you. he moves you to the wall so you can have something to lean on. he takes your shaking hands in his, tearing up.

"i'm here now, shh" a tear rolls down his face, frustrated that this is happening to you, his entire world. he pulls himself together, leading you through deep breaths.

"breath in," he takes a deep breath, and you copy him to the best of your abilities. you're still shaking, but looking into his eyes while breathing made you feel a little better.

"i'm sorry for dragging you in like this, i never thought it would get this bad i-"

"don't. nothing is your fault. you hear me?"

you feel another wave of tears approaching. but instead of burying your face in your hands, you bury your body into his. he catches you, kissing the top of your head while reassuring you until your shakes stopped. after a while you pull away:

"are you a little better now?" he asks, still looking at you with concerned eyes.

"yes," you reply, your voice still a little shaky. "thank you, shua."

he carries you to his bedroom, spending the rest of the night talking and watching your favourite movie.

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[honeyshua]

Better friends

Joshua helps you make a decision regarding your friends

“Hey are you okay?” Joshua asked noticing how tense you seemed. The heartfelt question prompted a sigh from you. “My friend asked if I wanted to hangout but I kind of don’t want to go.” Joshua sat down beside you and absentmindedly started playing with your hands. “Is this the same friend that insisted you pay the last 4 times you two went out?” “Yes! And now our other friend is doing the same thing. And she invited her and they’re both expecting me to pay. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy their friendship but I feel like they only wanna do something when they can’t afford it and expect me to.”

Joshua listened sympathetically and rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. Gently prompting you to tell him everything without having to say a word. “Do you want advice or did you just need to vent?” He asked softly and waited for your response. You thought about the situation for a bit. “Umm advice please” “Okay so you have a couple options. You could accept the invite and tell them straight up you’re only paying for yourself. Second you could suggest doing something that doesn’t cost anything. Or you could just say you’re busy and I’ll take you out instead.”

Needless to say you went with the last option Joshua suggested. And he took you out and proceeded to treat you like royalty.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi :3 can I pls get a soft fic with Joshua of svt? Something domestic and full of fluff!! Thank you!

soft/fluff/comfort with joshua

the rain has pattered your windows all morning, and you opened the blinds as soon as you woke to the sound.

music drifts through your apartment, and you hum the melody with your legs folded against your chest, giving yourself a hug.

you smile at the sky and whisper the truth of its beauty, feeling the peace it shared with the city through wet pavement and aromatic grass.

joshua should be home soon. you’re waiting to learn the details of his time away from the best moments to the stories behind the worrying texts. they didn’t come often, but your heart felt their weight.

your front door opens. your name is called, and you’re swiftly on your feet, feeling the cool, hardwood floor against your soles as you run to the entry way.

he drops his bags, and his lips part upon seeing you. tears blur your vision, and the sweetest exhale leaves his mouth the moment your embrace is complete.

his touch is warm and comforting after weeks of being craved. his i love you is quiet— softer than the rain but loud enough for your ears to sense.

“are you hungry? exhausted? maybe you want a shower? what can i do for you?” you pull away to watch his expression and await his desire.

but joshua kisses you with his hands cradling your face. he kisses you with passion and overwhelming yearning. he sets the love free and feels the home that is you.

“i’m so exhausted, but i’ll shower first. maybe breakfast after a nap?”

you nod, eyes fluttering as his fingers brush your hair. “i haven’t braided my hair since you left. doing it myself doesn’t feel right.”

joshua smiles. “i’ll braid it now.”

your eyes widen, and you try to interject and lead him toward the bathroom, but his guidance to the couch wins.

you sit on the floor with your back against the couch as his fingers begin the first french braid.

a giggle leaves your mouth and joshua hums in curiosity. “tell me.”

“i feel so giddy whenever we’re together again after enough time has passed to dream about you.”

“you only dream of me when i’m away?”

“mhmm, at least five days have to pass before i see you during my slumber.”

“you’ve never told me that.”

“i never wanted to for some reason. maybe i forgot about the dreams by the time you returned. i became distracted by your presence— their purpose no longer important.”

he kisses your head and shares words of understanding.

“i... have nightmares about you. they’re the stories behind the texts i send without much explanation, and i never planned to tell you. maybe i only am now because you’re facing the window, and you’re close enough for me to know you’re safe.”

“you can call me the next time they come. nightmares are distressing, and i can give you so much more when the message surpasses my name with a question mark. i want to be there for you.”

he takes the hair tie you laid on the coffee table and secures the end of the braid. you turn around, and take joshua’s hands. “it doesn’t say anything bad about you if you lean on me.”

he nods, but the motion is weighted by the shared knowing of his difficulty opening up to you: bringing his struggles to light, making them feel more real than he may be comfortable with. but it’s you, the person he loves. the person who has chosen him. the person who wants to know everything that begins and ends with him and all the matter in between.

“thank you for braiding my hair.”

“you’re welcome,” and his lips meet your forehead.

“go shower, hong. i’ll be waiting beneath the covers.”

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[cherriexshu]

a.m. writings

it's like a soft knock can be heard from the door, but i make no movement to check if it was my imagination or reality, the song in my earphones muting out everything else. three moments later, i feel my bed dipping under someone's weight, which makes me succumb deeper in my shield of thick blanket, hiding away from whoever sat down, so they can't see my tear stained face.

when the person moves on the bed again, i allow myself to think that they will leave. to prove me wrong, however, half a moment later i feel two arms wrap around me, or better said around the blanket that was around me, nonetheless hugging me from behind and slowly stroking the place where my arms would be. unexpectedly, this small gesture draws fresh, hot tears to my eyes and they fall without a second thought, dampening the material under my touch.

one of the arms around me move slightly, adjusting me closer to them, and i feel a soft hand gently trace my face, not with the intention to turn me in their direction, but more to bring comfort and tranquility. i would recognise him and his touch anywhere and anytime, even in a sea of people. it's him. after a heartbeat, one of my earphones is taken away from me and i assume it goes to my companion, so we end up sitting together, no words uttered among the two of us, just the song that brings me both comfort and heartbreak at the same time.

when the song is ready to play again on a loop, he moves both of us again, very gently trying to take away the blanket from around my face and neck, but i oppose myself and get a tighter grip on it, keeping it on myself, and he stops trying more, instead resuming the stroking motions.

after what felt like an eternity and also a heartbeat, i move my head just slightly, slotting myself better under his chin, so that he can lean on top of my head more comfortably. he looks down at me, studying my face, or at least the part he sees of it in our position, and i look up at him, convinced i look disastrous after all this crying. he takes one of his hands and ever so gently wipes the remnants of my tears from under my eyes, and others threaten to escape in their place again. he must notice my glassy eyes because next thing i know, he moves under the blanket with me and hugs me as tight as he can to his chest. the barrier of the blanket out of the way, i can feel his heartbeat under my hand, bringing me a sense of calmness only a loved one can.

i take out my earphone and place it on the bed and he follows suit, maintaining the silence between us; not an uncomfortable type of silence, but rather one where words are not needed to express what's to be expressed. he gently places a hand on my cheek again and my head leans on it, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, grounding myself. he slowly turns my face in his direction, and this time i don't show any signs of opposition, being met with a pair of soft eyes scanning mine without a trace of judging.

"hi", i say shyly, not wanting to break the magic and the intensity of the moment.

"hi, love", he offers me one of his signature smiles, that has his eyes turning into little moon halves, wrinkling a little at the corners, making my heart ache again, but also putting a smile on my own face as well.

i extend my hand to copy his own movements and cup one side of his face, gently tracing his cheekbones and he leans into my head like i did moments ago. we sit in this soft atmosphere together, smiling softly at each other, until i feel my heart become lighter, no longer crumbled under heavy mountais. the mountains are still there, but now i am not alone under them; i am not alone and i am stronger with him there with me.

after a while, his other hand that was gently stroking my back stops on my waist and he leans in to place a kiss on my forehead.

"should i ask? or do you not want to talk about it?" he asks almost in a whisper, his lips still against my forehead.

"you can ask, but i don't think i know to give you an answer", i admit honestly, to which he nods in an understanding manner.

he moves away from my body for a second, and my eyes dart in his direction immediately, scared he'll leave me now, and he probably notices the emotion in the way i look at him, because he extends a hand in my direction, which i take instantly, and he guides me to the headboard of the bed, against which he leans and pulls me to his chest again, so we're almost the same as before, but now we can both lay down a little, which turns out to be more comfortable almost in an instant.

one arm under my head and the other wrapped around my waist, he starts slowly stroking my hair, and mixed with the rhythm of his heart that i can hear under my ear, bring me many steps closer to a slumber. however, i start speaking instead of sleeping, letting out every nonsense and repetitive thought i have.

"i don't even know why it happened, really, i was doing just fine yesterday. i went out with friends, we had a good laugh, i managed to finish my assignment, i cooked, i did some cleaning, i did everything i said i would do. and i was alright, i really was. i felt... okay. i didn't feel anything bad or negative. and then this morning came around and i could feel this... darkness approaching, but i managed to keep it at bay until a few hours ago. but then, the song comes in my playlist that i had playing around, you know which song i am referring to. and at first i didn't realise it, but then its bridge came around and i really just lost it and started crying in the middle of the kitchen. i don't even know how that song got in this playlist because it's banned from all playlists because you know this is like the only song i am literally never listening to exactly for the reason of crying. and so i started crying and all these thoughts came onto me like a tornado and swept me up and then i found myself here, bundled up in this hot blanket and listening to that song on loop for... hours i suppose? because i couldn't get myself out of it. all these thoughts were keeping me like hostage, and even though they brought me literal dread, i just couldn't escape", i ramble and ramble and ramble, but he listens to it all and nods along, signaling me to continue as i have all his attention.

"at first it was just the basic thoughts, like regretting not calling mom yesterday because i was out and i came home late and it made me feel like a bad daughter because, after all, i moved away from home and here to follow my dream with my parents' help so i should be grateful but i am not even capable of picking up the phone when they call me. but then it escaladed to thoughts of me being a disappointment to them because i'm starting to regret my choices, but i can't give up because i and they invested too much in this already. and also it's my last year of this degree, what am i supposed to do after i finish? how am i even gonna finish this when i literally can't write my thesis because i've been in a writer's block for weeks and it starts to feel like a literal mental block, like was i really this dumb all along? and also let's not even go through the fact that since our friends started dating, i am constantly reminded that i am alone and honestly, i love being alone, after all i am an introvert, but i am lonely. i've been feeling so lonely lately that it's eating at me and all the happiness i have for my friends is bittersweet because of that. and also some mornings i just don't know how to get out of bed. i don't even want to wake up. and i have to push myself with all the energy i have left in me to keep going, to continue this choice that i came to resent and regret deeply. and i don't know, really, i don't see the point in any of it anymore but i can't give up, you know i can't. and i have people around me that would be disappointed if they knew what really lies behind the smile i show them. and now you will be disappointed too and i really can't take this anymore. i don't know what to do, really, but i can't", i end up in tears again, spilling on my cheeks and i have to get back up in sitting position, my sobs buried in my hands on my knees. i feel him get up too behind me and embracing me, turning my body towards him and he cups my face, tilting it back, making me look in his eyes to see the sincerity and support in them.

"shhh, it's okay baby, take a deep breath with me, okay? come on, inhale and exhale, let's do it a few times more, okay?", he helps me breathe in through my nose and out my mouth, calming my racing heart in my chest along the way. "that's it, love, just like that. is it any better?" i nod wordlessly, focusing on just breathing, taking in his scent, comforting me. "listen to me, love, alright? it's okay to feel lost on your way, to not know what you're doing, even to mess everything up. because you're living this for the first time. and it's okay to feel these emotions just as much as it is okay to feel complete happiness. because they are all part of who you are, they make the incredible person that you are. and every person that has you in their life knows how hardworking and passionate you are, how brave and inteligent, and they are all proud of you, your parents are proud of you. i am proud of you. and believe me, there is nothing you can ever do to make your parents to be disappointed in you. because what matters the most is that they have you in their life, that they have such a wonderful child that they love more than anything. and love", he brings his face closer to mine, his eyes looking into mine with an intensity and emotion that burns straight to my soul, "i can never be disappointed in you either. i admire you and i am so proud of you and who you've become, who you've evolved into. and i will always be here by your side, no matter what burdens fall on your shoulders." he puts his forehead on mine, and we both sit in silence, our eyes closed and souls communicating.

after a few moments, he starts stroking my cheeks softly with his fingers, his forehead still pressed to mine. "whenever you feel like you can't continue for another day, come to me, alright? i'll give you my tomorrow so that you can have today." his words make me move to wrap my arms around his neck tightly, burying my face in the crook, inhaling his scent deeply, until i feel it fill my lungs and every little morcel of my body full of him.

"i love you, to the stars" he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and stroking just right under my shirt, giving me the comfort my heart needed.

"to the stars, i love you" i say it back, meaning it with all the sincerity there is in the world.

in that moment, it felt like all those burdens weighted nothing more than a feather, while our souls were touching the beautiful stars that hid so many fates in themselves. whether or not him and i were meant by fate or not, can't know; but one thing is sure: joshua was your angel and the stars were reachable with him by your side.

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author's note: i wrote this in the a.m. while also sobbing so oops mistakes? anyway, i love joshua and his comforting persona so he is my inspiration; however his name is only mentioned at the very end so everyone can apply it to whoever they want. i mainly just published this to have it somewhere in case it gets deleted from my notes overnight:,)? idk it's the first post i'm making so wish me luck.

word count: 2117 words

p.s. the song i am mentioning in the writing, that causes the crying, is kidult because personally, that song makes me cry always and i do have it banned from listening it. but again, anyone can imagine anything else. bye bye have a lovely one.

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[hongcherry]

how svt would react if their introvert s/o is socially exhausted

pairing/genres: svt x reader (gn); fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none? (plz lmk if i overlooked something)

author's note: for this anon! coming up with 13 different scenarios is not as easy as it may seem LOL, but it was fun doing something i haven't done before, so thank you for the request! i hope you got some rest, anon 💗

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Seungcheol

After you climb into Seungcheol’s car after one of your many social events this week, you fail to control your overwhelming emotions.

Seungcheol instantly panics at your sudden crying. It started with quiet sniffles, but now you’re borderline sobbing in your hands.

He wants to pull you into his arms, but it’s not as easy to do so since you’re in his car. Instead, he rubs your thigh with one hand and your back with the other.

“Did something happen tonight?” he asks. There’s a mix of worry and anger laced in his tone. He can’t help but picture someone doing something to upset you.

You shake your head and try to calm your cries.

Truthfully, you’re just overwhelmed with responsibility. You’re exhausted with the need to put on a comradely and upstanding appearance. You’re tired of having the same mindless small talks and being over-aware of your surroundings. You just want to stay at home rather than be in public.

Once Seungcheol knows the reason behind your tears, which he had a feeling about these past few days, he drives you both home. He rubs loving circles on your thigh throughout the trip, sending you words of encouragement every now and then. He doesn’t want to attribute to your overbearing emotions, but he wants you to know he’s here for you.

The night is spent cuddling in bed and eating takeout food. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s exactly what you need. He had offered to give you alone time, but you kept him close. You may not want to be around people, but Seungcheol is an exception. He’s your comfort person, someone you don’t have to put on an appearance for. Someone who understands you and knows how to lift your mood.

When you’re on the brink of sleep, you feel Seungcheol’s lips press against the back of your head. He whispers words of encouragement and tells you he’ll always be here for you. You smile, turn in his arms so you’re facing him, and hold him tightly. He chuckles softly at your reaction and holds you as tightly as you’re holding him.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan claims to want to be an island.

He wants to be a place where people can come and go, leaving their worries behind. Except you ended up shipwrecked on the island and made a home.

Jeonghan leans against the headboard of your shared bed. Your back is pressed against his chest, legs tangled under the covers. You want to spill all your troubles to him, but after constant social interactions, you find it difficult to even express your fatigue. Instead, you both cuddle in silence. Heavy rain falls outside; the pit-pat of the droplets luring you into calmness.

Jeonghan knows something’s wrong, but he’s not quite sure what. He whispers that he’s here for you when you’re ready. You nod, pressing yourself against his warm chest more as you peer at him. He grins and captures your lips in his. The kiss is slow, lazy movements that drag for a little too long, but you don’t care. You feel like life’s been too hectic; you need it all to slow down.

Jeonghan gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls away. Your gaze stays on his for a few seconds before you pull him down again.

While you adore Jeonghan’s playful attitude, it’s times like these when you feel extra special. You know he’ll always be there when you need him. Whether you need to rant to him for thirty minutes, cry for fifteen, or simply be near him.

Jeonghan’s your constant.

Joshua

“Babe, are you ready to g—”

Joshua stops mid-sentence upon seeing your dejected form on the couch, shoulders slouched, and a guilty look on your face.

Today was your and Joshua’s two-year anniversary, and he had planned a night out. Normally, you would be over the moon. However, with your constant attendance at social events the past week, you’re dreading going out.

This was meant to be a special night, but you feel like you’ve ruined it. You want to power through, but your body has had enough.

When you finally disclose your troubles with Joshua, he instantly sits next to you and gives you comforting back rubs. He tells you that there’s nothing to feel guilty about. That going out isn’t needed to celebrate your anniversary. He only needs to spend time with you; he doesn’t care the how or where.

So, after a few more reassuring words, you find yourself spending the night indoors with your handsome boyfriend doing mundane activities like cooking and watching shows with little talking. However, you and Joshua are past the awkward silences. You’re able to find comfort in the quietness with him.

And when he gives you random kisses and reassuring smiles throughout the night, you know the night wasn’t ruined by staying in. You just needed him.

Jun

Jun has always been attentive to your needs. After knowing you for years, he can tell when you’re feeling off. You’ve been less talkative, less energetic, and less focused. It’s almost like you’re just a shell of yourself—not really living but just going through the motions.

While you’re away at the nth social gathering, he leaves for the grocery store to gather all the ingredients he needs for your favorite dish. It may not be much, but he just wants you to feel better even if it’s for an hour.

Your routine for coming home nowadays includes taking off your shoes, changing into something more comfortable, and then lying in bed for a few hours until you get up for food.

Jun greets you from the kitchen sweetly and you answer as nicely as you can. It’s nothing against him, but you feel too drained to do or say much. You smell something familiar that makes your stomach rumble. Though before you can question it, Jun gently informs you to get dressed and then come to the dining room.

You mumble an “okay,” then do as you’re told.

Jun’s got the table set and a small, beautiful flower arrangement in the center.

“What’s this?” you wonder.

Jun comes carrying food that makes your mouth water. You recognize it instantly.

“Just thought you deserved a nice meal,” he replies and helps you sit down, placing a kiss on your cheek before he leaves again.

You eye him as he brings in more small dishes. Everything looks incredible, and you can’t wait to indulge in his delicious cooking.

Jun gives you a smile as he sits and nods toward the food, inviting you to go first. The first bite gives you a burst of happiness; there’s something about great food that makes you feel good. Once you get some food in your stomach, Jun begins eating as well.

It’s a nice night after a tiring day. Jun talks a little, but it’s mainly filled with comfortable silence that you welcome. It’s actions like these that make you fall for him more.

Soonyoung

When Soonyoung finds out about your social exhaustion, he fears you won’t want to be around him. Is he making you feel worse? Should he give you some space?

You’re quick to deny his worries. You love his presence, but you warn you may not be as talkative as normal. Soonyoung nods in understanding—tells you he’s perfectly fine with that. He just loves being around you. Sure, he loves your voice too, but he understands needing to recharge after back-to-back social events.

When it’s time for dinner, Soonyoung hesitates to ask if you want to help. He’s not sure if that’s asking for too much, but you smile and follow him to the kitchen.

It’s not unusual to cook dinner together but the time is typically filled with chatting and instructions given by you. This time, it’s Soonyoung leading the dinner preparation. Lately, he’s been more into cooking. Granted, not all his dishes turn out that great, but every chef has to start somewhere. It’s rather nice seeing how excited he gets when executing a dish idea.

You follow his instructions well—chopping this, stirring that. Even though you’re not alone and are on your feet, your mind feels at ease. You don’t have to think about what to say next or how to respond to someone’s actions. You just need to let Soonyoung guide you.

He does so with care. Sometimes he’ll crack a few light jokes just to see the faint smile on your face.

When dinner is done and bellies are full, Soonyoung sends you off to rest while he cleans up. You feel guilty he’s done so much work tonight, but you’re grateful he’s putting in so much effort to make you happy. Next time he’s feeling down like you, you’ll make sure you put in the same effort to see him smile.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo knows the need for alone time. While he doesn’t mind being around his friends for hours, attending social events is a different story. Even if he’s with friends, there are still numerous eyes watching him and other worries he has to consider. It’s draining to constantly uphold an image.

So, when you come home from your final event, he takes no offense when you tell him you want to be alone for a while. Although he’s not sure how long “a while” is, he supports your need to recharge. He tells you that he’s here and to not be afraid to ask for anything as he’ll be there in an instant.

After thanking him and giving him a sweet kiss, you retreat to the bedroom.

Wonwoo sits at his gaming desk in the other room. His headset is on, and his fingers tap rapidly on the keyboard. He’s been playing for a little over an hour when you shuffle inside.

He pauses his game and pushes off his headset.

You’re silent as you push his chair back a bit and settle in his lap.

Wonwoo smiles and helps you get comfortable. You lean against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck tightly with your head nestled in his shoulder.

“You can play,” you mumble.

Wonwoo doesn’t reply verbally. He simply kisses the side of your head before he slips on the headset again and rolls his chair as close as he can get without squishing you.

Your eyes are closed as you lax in his arms. The sound of his keys clacking brings an odd sense of comfort to you. Although you still feel socially drained, you want to be around Wonwoo because if anyone can make you feel better, it’s him. You don’t need his words of encouragement, though you know he’d give them. You just need to know he’s here for you.

And he is.

Always.

Jihoon

There’s something so mesmerizing about the way Jihoon works. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, indicating how much he’s focusing.

“Whatcha’ looking at, babe?” he chuckles when he catches you staring.

You peer at his eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Nothing. I just like watching you work.”

He hums and sets down his phone that he’s writing lyrics on. He pulls you closer, squeezing you and kissing your forehead.

“You doing okay?” he asks.

It’s been a few days since you confided in him about your social exhaustion. One too many social gatherings have left you with low energy. You haven’t felt like doing much, but Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind. He’s content doing different activities while in the same room.

You shrug in response, and Jihoon gives you a sad yet encouraging smile that tells you to keep going and hang in there. He understands having to do things because you have a responsibility. It’s not always easy, but you have to persevere. And some days it’s easier to; some days it’s not. However, with Jihoon, those easier days happen a lot more often.

You rest your head on Jihoon’s chest while he picks up his phone again. It’s silent except for the sounds of him pressing the keyboard. You wonder what he’s writing about, but Jihoon has never been one to lend you a sneak peek. At least, not while he’s in the process. Maybe he’ll let you review a draft, but that’s the earliest stage you get to see. Regardless, you always end up liking his results.

You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until Jihoon gently shakes you. He tells you he needs to use the restroom and that he’ll be right back.

Jihoon holds you closely once he gets back. He whispers a goodnight before falling into slumber as well.

Seokmin

After attending more social gatherings than you can count on your fingers, you’ve become drained. You could go without being around a single human being for a good month.

Except for one.

He lays next to you in bed, eyes darting across your features with worry.

When you ponder what’s wrong, he asks if he’s done something to upset you. You’re confused at first, but then it hits you. You’ve always inquired about his days; however, you’ve been lacking in keeping up to date with his life. You find yourself coming home, then eating and sleeping your day away. Even when you’re up, you’ve stayed to yourself.

You finally tell Seokmin that you’re socially exhausted. Just the mere thought of opening your mouth or being engaged in a conversation has you running for the hills.

Seokmin pushes aside his silent worries and tries not to put anything you’ve said to heart. You’re not upset with him—hell, you’re probably not upset with anyone but just need some quiet time. He’s felt this way before, so he understands you.

Seokmin slides off the bed and leaves the room. You watch in confusion, but he just grins and tells you not to worry.

After fifteen minutes, he comes back and leads you to the living room where he’s set up a mini spa. There’s a bubbling foot bath, a back massage cushion, and calming music playing. You can smell lavender and something else that you’re not sure of, but it makes you feel relaxed.

Seokmin spends hours tending to your body. From foot rubs to forearm massages, he takes care of your body in a way that makes you feel worshipped and loved.

You feel guilty that he’s pampering you so much, but he reassures you multiple times that all you need to do is close your eyes and relax. He has no issue doing this if it means you feel better.

Mingyu

You didn’t mean to snap at Mingyu when he asked if you knew where his wallet was. It was a simple question that had a simple answer. Yet, you replied rudely.

Mingyu had stared at you, not overly offended by your outburst since it was out of character. Rather, he grew concerned. Over the past few days, he’s noticed a decline in your attitude. He could almost see your patience decrease with each passing day. He’s aware of the social events you’ve been going to and figures you’re exhausted from those.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—” you try to apologize a few minutes later. You’ve calmed down and have reflected on your actions.

“I’m not upset with you, but if it makes you feel better, I accept your apology,” he says and pulls you in for a hug. A hug that engulfs you with comfort from his strong and loving embrace.

You end up telling him how you’re feeling, confirming his suspicion behind your outburst.

He gives your head a gentle kiss. You know he’s not mad at you, but you’re still disappointed with yourself for how you treated him.

When it’s time for bed, Mingyu’s by your side. He offers to wash your face for you so all you have to do is relax. With a nod, he washes his hands, then begins your face routine. Although it’s a thoughtful gesture, he tries to help rinse your face as well. However, it just results in wet floors and laughter. He apologizes but you wave a hand as you smile at him. He gives you a sheepish grin as he pats your face dry.

Perhaps that didn’t go as he planned, but at least you brightened up—even if it were just a few minutes.

Minghao

Minghao sits across from you, an encouraging smile on his lips. You follow suit and copy his sitting position.

He nods once you’ve settled and takes your hands.

“Close your eyes and copy my breathing,” he instructs softly.

Your eyes flutter close, zeroing your focus on the man before you. It’s quiet at first, but then Minghao inhales loud enough for you to hear.

You breathe in.

One.

Two.

Three.

Minghao exhales slowly.

You repeat Minghao’s patterns for an unknown amount of time. You simply let him guide you through whatever meditation practices he often does, which he offered once you told him about your social fatigue.

At first, your mind is still crowded with stress and exhaustion. It’s hard to try to relax when you know you still have more events to come. Though you continue for the sake of pleasing Minghao. You appreciate his time, even if it’s not helping as much.

Minutes pass as you still follow Minghao. Gradually your mind becomes empty—only focusing on the man before you, hands still in his. You don’t even realize how light you feel until Minghao starts pulling away.

Your eyes flutter open and see his gentle smile. You don’t even need to tell him it worked since the look on your face explains it all.

Perhaps you’ll be joining in on his meditation every night from now on.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan’s normally okay with touch. He doesn’t mind the lingering hugs or handholding in public. However, you, on the other hand, have never been as open as him. It’s unusual for you to be openly affectionate. Or at least not for a long time.

Though while visiting a farmers’ market, you cling to him more the entire time. When you encounter another person and have to converse, no matter how short the interaction is, you let Seungkwan do all the talking.

Seungkwan is naturally a talker, so he doesn’t mind taking the lead; however, you don’t even make a peep. Often, you’d at least chime in your two cents, but you don’t do that. No, you stay silent by his side and simply listen.

Seungkwan pulls you aside after a while and asks if you’re okay. When you give him a sad smile and explain you’re just socially exhausted from all your events, he instantly becomes serious. He apologizes for taking you out and not catching on sooner, but you’re not offended at all. You give him a reassuring peck on the cheek and tell him you’re fine, just not up for being around crowds too long.

Seungkwan nods in understanding, then starts leading you back to the parking lot. You tell him you can stay longer, but he refuses. He wants you to be comfortable and happy. He’s seen what he wanted and is perfectly fine heading back.

Halfway home, Seungkwan glances at you in the passenger seat.

“You want some ice cream?”

He smiles knowingly. Ice cream has always been your coping food.

You grin and nod, heart warm at his sweet gesture. Ice cream may be your comfort food, but Seungkwan is your comfort person.

Vernon

Vernon loves to watch movies. So much so that he’s dedicated Friday nights to movie nights. Each night you get to experience a new film with him. Sometimes you both love it, other times you both hate it. And of course, there are times when one loves it more than the other.

After the movies, you end up dissecting it. Some people may find that boring, but you and Vernon share similar hobbies—analyzing movies being one of them.

However, with your frequent social events, you find it difficult to be excited about tonight’s movie.

The movie summary seemed interesting, but your brain feels so drained that you doubt you’ll be paying much attention. Let alone be prepared to engage in a conversation afterward.

When Vernon sits down next to you on the couch, you turn to him reluctantly.

“Do you mind if we rewatch something instead tonight?”

Vernon gives you a confused look. You normally watch new movies, not old ones. When he asks about the reason, you give a summarized answer.

Vernon’s understanding and asks what you’d like to watch. Too fatigued to even think about it, you let him decide. He ends up putting on a movie that you both really enjoyed a few weeks ago. It’s light and easy to follow, yet it had spurred you both to talk about it for hours—somehow getting into a deep conversation.

You snuggle into his side while the opening credits play. He moves one of his arms around your shoulders, rubbing it tenderly. Although it’s not a traditional movie night, you’re glad you still get to participate in it regardless.

Chan

Chan would like to seem more observant than he really is. He would like to say he knew why you were so distant or why you seemed temperamental. However, he can’t. What he does know is that you’re not as bright as you are normally. He knows everyone has their ups and downs, but your down has been occurring long enough to worry him.

He’s standing in line at the grocery store ready to check out when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your ID; however, your response is not what he expected.

You’re crying.

You’re sniffling and hiccupping so much that it’s hard for Chan to understand what you’re saying. He coos at you, trying to calm you down so he can grasp what’s going on.

After a minute, you’re finally able to tell him you’re overwhelmed coherently. Your social battery has run out of juice and all you want to do is come home.

“I’ll be right there, baby,” he says instantly.

He leaves his cart, apologizing profusely to the worker who eyes him at the act, then beelines it to his car.

It doesn’t matter that he spent an hour picking out food. It doesn’t matter that he was waiting in line for fifteen minutes. He just needs to be there for you.

Chan stays on the line throughout the drive. He keeps you up to date on how far he is and continues to reassure you that it’ll be okay.

He meets you outside the building and engulfs you in the most secure and loving hug. He holds you against his chest, letting you wet his shirt with your tears while he rubs your back soothingly.

“How does leaving a little early sound?” he suggests.

Normally, you try to stick it out. You have a responsibility and want to fulfill your duty. However, all these non-stop events have drained you beyond recognition.

You nod and quickly text a friend at the event that you’ve started to feel sick and need to leave.

You let Chan take care of you the rest of the day. He brings you food in bed, takes care of some house chores that you planned to do, and gives you plenty of cuddles and kisses.

a/n: i feel like i've entered a whole new world by writing a reaction/imagine 🤣 (i haven't, but im just dramatic)

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#svt imagines #seventeen imagines #svt reactions #seventeen reactions #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt hurt/comfort #svt x reader #svt scoups #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #svt jun #svt hoshi #svt wonwoo #svt woozi #svt dk #svt dokyeom #svt mingyu #svt minghao #svt seungkwan #svt vernon #svt dino #svt chan #seventeen fanfic #svt drabble #svt x y/n #requests

[iwantofall]

been watching new vegas

#acedraws #fallout new vegas #joshua graham #courier #so theres this mormon . #i rlly love post apocalyptic settings w established societies like metro and fallout #seeing how civilization persisted (albeit in a decrepit manner) w new customs and old traditions that survive is so interesting to me #how old world structures are repurposed for the new dead world.. #like the metro systems or how society mirrors the old world like new vegas #more interesting than outbreak apocalypse stuff like the walking dead #theres a bleak hope and comforting normalcy in the face of ruin present only in metro n vegas

[wonijinjin]

MASTERLIST

~ all my works can be found here

~ warnings are listed at the top of the works

~ the works are written for female/gender neutral reader

~ do not repost my work as your own please, but comments reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated

key:

~ fluff: ☁️

~ angst: 💔

~ hurt/comfort: 🌸

~ humour/crack: 🫧

~ suggestive: 🔥

EVENTS/SERIES/SPECIALS

~ 200 followers event

~ the weeknd series [seventeen ot13]

~ light a flame: a christmas special [seventeen ot13]

~ dust: a christmas special [enhypen ot7]

ENHYPEN

OT7 HEADCANONS

~ nicknames enhypen members would call their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ enhypen members with a s/o who wears glasses [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ dates enhypen members would take their s/o on [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ enhypen members with a s/o who has migraines [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

JAY

~ surprise gone wrong: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his members with cookies for completing their concerts, but it didn’t quite go as planned. [f! reader, ☁️🌸🫧]

JAKE

~ in the middle of the night: jake has a migraine and you help him as the good partner you are. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

SUNGHOON

~ go big or go home: you and sunghoon having some fun at the ice rink. [f! reader, ☁️🌸]

SUNOO

~ sweet: shopping for candy with the sweetest man alive might be your favourite thing to do. [gn! reader, ☁️]

SEVENTEEN

OT13 HEADCANONS

~ seventeen members as still scenes [☁️]

~ seventeen members sleeping with their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members as university students [☁️🫧]

~ seventeen members comforting a crying s/o [☁️💔🌸, gn! reader]

~ nicknames seventeen members would call their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members as feelings/personality traits [☁️]

~ seventeen members with a sick s/o [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen members when their introverted s/o feels socially exhausted [☁️🌸]

~ seventeen when their quieter s/o feels affectionate [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members teaching you how to drive [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen members and their specific actions in a relationship [gn! reader, ☁️]

UNIT HEADCANONS

~ seventeen’s 95 line’s favourite thing about their s/o [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s hiphop unit when their s/o falls asleep on them [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o falls asleep on them [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ all nighter with seventeen’s 96 line [gn! reader, ☁️]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit when their s/o feels lonely [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen when their s/o is overwhelmed and needs a lazy day [includes: seungcheol, jun, wonwoo, seungkwan, vernon, ☁️🌸]

~ seventeen’s vocal unit singing their s/o to sleep [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

LONG FICS (5k+)

~ SEUNGCHEOL - MIND GAMES [f! reader, minors dni, 💔🔥]

~ MINGYU (+WONWOO) - BITTERSWEET [f! reader, 💔🌸]

SEUNGCHEOL

~ nightmares: you had a nightmare and cheol is ready to calm you down even in the middle of the night. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ (un)lucky charm: choi seungcheol was your sworn enemy in life, until he was not. [gn! reader, 💔🌸, enemies to lovers]

~ can you keep a secret?: you and cheol have been dating secretly, but can you keep it that way? [f! reader, ☁️🫧💔]

~ in sickness and in health: when you get food poisoning cheol is ready to sacrifice his night to take care of you. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

JEONGHAN

~ lean on me: when life has you struggling jeonghan is there to pull you up. [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ cat got your tongue?: your perfect plans for halloween night with jeonghan did NOT include hoshi’s surprise. [gn! reader, 🫧, thriller, halloween special]

JOSHUA

~ thinkin’ about you: you drinking a little too much and calling joshua to take you home wasn’t the best idea, or was it? [gn! reader, ☁️🌸💔, close friends to something more]

~ falling for u: you drinking a little too much and calling joshua to take you home wasn’t the best idea, or was it? [second part to thinkin’ about you, gn! reader, ☁️💔, close friends to lovers]

~ being in a relationship with joshua hong: silly headcanons [gn! reader, ☁️]

WONWOO

~ warm covers, sick cuddles: you managed to get sick in the summer, what would be better than your dear boyfriend comforting you? [gn! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ happy birthday: you expected a mystery cake, but your thoughtful boyfriend surprised you even more. [gn! reader, ☁️]

DK

~ friends: they say if you love someone you have to let them go. [f! reader, 💔]

MINGYU

~ trust fall: mingyu is afraid of heights, but what happens when you try to convince him to go on the ferris wheel in the amusement park? [gn! reader, ☁️💔🫧]

~ shameless: you and mingyu may be more than friends with benefits. [f! reader, 🔥]

~ painfully in love: when your period cramps torture you mingyu is always there to help and give you some comfort. [f! reader, ☁️🌸]

~ being in a relationship with kim mingyu: silly headcanons [f! reader, ☁️🫧]

~ precious: jealousy is a serious disease and your friends definitely have it, good thing that mingyu doesn’t care. [f! reader, ☁️🌸💔]

MINGHAO

~ crush: you are not a very subtle lover, and minghao noticed it. [gn! reader, ☁️🫧]

SEUNGKWAN

~ i wish: new year’s eve + champagne + stairscases = new wishes. [gn! reader, ☁️🫧]

~ sign of the times: when you feel insecure seungkwan is there to show you how much he loves all of you. [gn! reader, 🌸💔☁️]

DINO

~ figure you out: the members of seventeen think you look rather scary while dino says otherwise, but who is right? [idol au, gn! reader, ☁️💔🌸]

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #enhypen imagines #seventeen scenarios #enhypen scenarios #fluff #hurt/comfort #suggestive #enhypen #scoups #joshua #jeonghan #dino #minghao #mingyu #dk #seungkwan #vernon #woozi #wonwoo #hoshi #jun #jungwon #heeseung #sunoo #niki #jake #sunghoon #jay #angst

[ladysqueakinpip]

the autistic sewer boys in my brain are at it again

#squeaky art #twewy #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #joshua kiryu #rise donnie #rise donatello #kill this guy meme #cw guns #tw guns #theyre both so lethal... so ready to kill #why are my comfort characters like this #ladysqueakinpip

[kittyhuii]

Amidst a Moonlit Glow

pairings: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 498 words of pure fluff

synopsis: Taking late night walks with your boyfriend was something you two value the most. Just the two of you under the faint glow of the moon, hands intertwined with each others' and sweet nothings being whispered into your ear.

"So, how did practice go with the boys?" you asked him. "Oh y'know, same old, same old - just missing you so much" he says while he takes your hand and intertwines it with his as you two continue to walk through the moonlit streets. "Oh please, you literally woke up on my bed earlier this morning" you said, playfully acting annoyed. Joshua was quick to catch up with your antics, "Can't I miss my favorite person?" he dramatically said. "Even if the last time I saw you was a few minutes ago I'll still be missing you darling" he adds as he tugs your arm to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Pfft" was your only response as you try to hide the smile that was creeping on your lips. Luckily for you, it was too dim outside for Joshua to notice your now pink-tinted cheeks.

After a few more steps into the night, you both end up in a park you two were too familiar with. The comfortable silence was broken when you hear Joshua chuckle beside you. "What is it?" you inquire with a slight squeeze on his hand. "Remember the first time we met? It was here; you were reading a book on that bench and I was passing by, until I noticed you were reading the same book that I read just a few months before." he said, nostalgia evident in the way he talks. "Yeah, Harry Potter. What a bunch of nerds" you heartily laughed. "Yeah yeah, but you're still my favorite nerd" he teased. "Oh shut up nerd!" you reply, playfully hitting his shoulder.

He leads the both of you to sit on the said bench, sitting down next to each other, hands still clasped as you two talk more about the past: how you were 'such a meanie' and how he was such 'a sexy gentleman'. As you two ramble more, deep in thought you wish that time could stop right now - it's perfect; he was here with you and you were here with him, it was everything you could've asked for. Joshua snaps you out of your thoughts as he says, "But.... do you remember this?" as soon as his words leave his lips a hand makes it way to cup your cheek as he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. Feeling heat rise up to your cheeks, you feel the same butterflies you felt all those years ago, the first time Joshua has ever kissed you on this very bench. Pulling away, you notice how the clouds have dissipated, the moon now at full view as it shines a glow on the both of you.

Looking back at Joshua, you see a foolish grin plastered on his plump and luscious lips. "Oh come here" you said as you pull on his arm to plant another kiss on his lips. This time, with more passion and sensuality, you two share another kiss amidst the glow of a moonlit night.

#joshua #joshua svt #joshua drabble #joshua drabbles #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen comfort #joshua x you #joshua imagines #joshua imagine #joshua x reader #joshua hong #joshua seventeen #seventeen x you #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen scenario #joshua scenario #joshua scenarios #seventeen drabble #seventeen drabbles #we shall see #kittyhuii

[wqnwoos]

seventeen & touch-starved s/o (vocal unit ver.)

hhu ver. — requested by anon

JEONGHAN.

he’s so soft :(

like immediately scoops u up

talks to you very gently while he holds you,, about literally ANYTHING

jeonghan doesn’t notice how close you’ve sidled up to him until you tug on his shirt a little. he’s been wrapped up in conversation with mingyu, riling him up with friendly teasing and laughing as mingyu pouts defensively.

at least, until you appear out of nowhere, brushing your arm against his and sending him glances from the side of your eyes; he can tell you think he hasn’t noticed, but he definitely has. he always notices, especially when it’s you.

which is how he ends up cutting off his teasing, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, resting a hand on your thigh and murmuring a quick “you okay?” in your ear. and it’s only when you nod, satisfied, that he returns to the conversation.

JOSHUA.

i feel like he intuitively knows when u need him

hand holder for SURE have u guys seen the recent gose 😭

probably rubs your back or something too :((

“joshua, we are going to get lost.” you pronounce the moment you see the bustling crowds of the carnival in front of you.

your boyfriend scoffs lightly. “come onnn. we’ll be fine.”

“hello? are you seeing this?” with a wide sweep of your arm, you gesture to the horde with wide eyes, unconsciously pressing closer to him already.

“don’t worry, baby. we won’t get separated.” joshua reassures, and then pauses, before dramatically announcing — “ever.”

you blink at him under the coloured lights and merry-go-round music. “i can’t tell if that was heartwarming or incredibly cheesy.”

“both?” he suggests with a smirk, before holding his hand out to you. “come on.”

“josh, don’t let go of me, okay?” you say nervously, as you approach the crowds.

he brushes a kiss over your joined hands with half a smile. “never.”

WOOZI.

omg. soooo flustered but equally as pleased

also have you seen those arms?

he’s an excellent hugger nobody can change my mind

jihoon can tell there’s something on your mind. you keep looking over at him from your place on the couch as he works, sometimes opening your mouth like you’re about to say something but then changing your mind last minute. and when it happens for the seventh time — yes, he counted — he finally turns to you, sliding off his headphones with raised eyebrows.

“can i help you?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

you’re already looking at him with widened eyes. jihoon cocks his head to the side — when you pull out the puppy gaze, it means you want something. unfortunately for him, he gives in every time.

(how can he help it, when you look like that?)

“hug?” you say hopefully, voice pitched a little higher than usual.

he should have guessed. jihoon opens his arms with a mock sigh, gesturing for you to come and sit on his lap — ignoring both your satisfied smile and his warmed cheeks.

DOKYEOM.

his smile itself feels like a fucking hug so. idek where to start. this man is a safety net :(

HES SO WARM i feel like he gives the best cuddles

loops his arms all the way around you and squeezes to make you laugh too

“seokmin~! i need a hug!” you declare, the moment you step into the house. you might say it dramatically, but you mean it entirely — today has sucked ass. “i demand it, even!”

at your greeting, seokmin sticks his head out the kitchen, lips already curved into a gentle smile. “what happened, angel?” he soothes, opening his arms and entangling you in his embrace.

“bad day. awful.” you describe shortly, already leaning into him gratefully. “less talking. more hugging.”

“yes, boss!” he mock salutes over your shoulder, giggling as he tightens his grip, and with the sound of his laughter, the burdens of today seem to fall away — at least for a short while, you’ve found your reprieve.

SEUNGKWAN.

he will drop anything and everything to give you what you need and that makes me UPSET

always goes into full caretaker mode AHHH i love him

probably sways you guys back and forth when you hug

seungkwan takes one look at your sleepy form in his doorway, and he freaks.

by freaks, you mean he pulls you inside, kisses your cheek in greeting, and scolds you for not wrapping up warm enough, all in the space of a minute. and then he’s cupping your face with warm hands. “what happened, baby? you didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

you scrunch your nose sleepily. “sorry. i missed you.”

“aish, don’t apologise, just come here,” he grumbles, to hide the embarrassingly delighted smile growing across his face.

“warm,” you say drowsily, as you lean into his embrace with droopy eyes and slightly slurred words. “best hugger. you’re the best hugger, seungkwannie, you know that? you’re my favourite hugger.”

he kisses your forehead then, with a soft murmur against your skin. “yeah, baby. you’re my favourite too.”

an requested by an anon who read the hhu version!! i hope you like it @ anon, let me know!! 💗💗💗

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan comfort #joshua fluff #joshua x reader #joshua comfort #jihoon fluff #jihoon comfort #jihoon x reader #woozi fluff #woozi comfort #woozi x reader #seokmin x reader #seokmin fluff #seokmin comfort #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader #dk fluff #dk comfort #dk x reader

[ceebit]

i’m the worst when i’m sick and i’ve decided to make it joshua’s problem. :)

the worst thing about being sick is resisting the physical affection your doting boyfriend has no qualms giving out. it hurts your heart in doing so, spending many a night pouting up at the ceiling knowing he’s in the parlor graciously giving up his spot next to you for your full comfort—because he’s a sweetheart, you mourn, sniffling—and to ensure you’re getting the full rest you need. you’re sure joshua would bend of backwards for you, sick or healthy, but you’re beginning to miss him. terribly.

“shua,” you call out to him while he’s in the kitchen, humming something soft as he prepares soup for the both of you. his answering tone is thoughtful, and you pull the blanket draped over you tighter around your shoulders. “i miss you..”

his laugh is sweet, not at all directed at you—not ever. the smell of something good wafts under your nose and you nestle further into the comfort. “i never left? i’ve always been here.”

you know that. obviously.

it’s not just him you miss, though. you miss resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat before eventually falling asleep. you miss waking up to his hand gently drawing miscellaneous patterns on the back of your (his) shirt and the good morning he whispers still tinged in his sleepy voice. you miss sharing those intimate moments with him and from the understanding smile he gives you when he returns with a bowl and two spoon, you know he gets it.

“i miss you, too,” he replies, setting the bowl and the utensils down on the coffee table to fluff up the pillows behind you. he sighs, settling down beside your bundled form, and picks the bowl up again to feed you. “miss holding you close. haven’t been sleeping the same since.”

it… would be pleasing, you know. knowing how much your lover misses you as well. if not for the fact that you were technically the reason why.

“i haven’t been sleeping at all,” you pout, and he laughs before quietly asking you to open your mouth. you comply, and the warmth you receive—both edible and radiating off the sun incarnate—doubles tenfold.

“it’s my mom’s recipe.” you’re startled from your thoughts at the sound of his voice once again, gently coaxing another spoonful into your mouth. “it’s been a while since i’ve made it, though, so… hopefully it’s okay?”

it’s then do you realize just how much he loves you. tears well up in your eyes, mouth full of soup, and heart full of unexplainable feelings. joshua starts to panic, thinking it’d backfired, but your tearfilled ahhh for more only makes him huff a quiet snort and feed you until the spoon clatters against the empty bottom.

wiping at your tear stained cheeks, you notice the other spoon left untouched on the table, and frown. “didn’t you want some, too?”

“i made it to share originally,” he admits, “but you needed it more. love comes with sacrifices, and i’m willing to make them for you.”

he pats your head lovingly on the way back to the kitchen and you try your hardest not to cry again.

#svt #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt x you #svt x y/n #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #joshua x y/n #joshua x you #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #joshua scenarios #it’s 1 am and i can’t sleep so take this and be at peace #i said i’d post more vernon content and my brain so ‘i don’t think so 🤭’ #joshua is so… he’s so comforting to me i dunno #ramble thoughts #not spellchecked sorry #shua’s archive

[thatoneudguy]

I love Until Dawn (evidently) but omg everytime I play the game or think abt the game I end up feeling so gd sad. Like damn its bleak. Josh Washington genuinely has made me cry more times than I can count.

#until dawn #josh washington #joshua washington #its just the saddest thing ever #Id have it no other way of course #but like ow #its just tragedy after tragedy #theres no real comfort in any of the endings #josh always dies or becomes a monster #and he was doomed to that fate the second they made the choice to play that prank on hannah #theres literally nothing that could be done and it makes you feel so helpless #even in the best case scenario where the other 7 live they have to live with all that trauma and knowledge they cant share with anyone ever #their friends are dead. The Washington kids are dead and its all because of a stupid prank most of them played. #and with Sam she literally loses all her actual close friends #all of them just have to live with the guilt #UD has no happy ending for anyone and its so painfully depressing and thats why the story is good. It makes an impact. #god I love this stupid game sm

[honeyshua]

stress

Joshua helps you destress

You had what felt like the worst day in existence. You just wanted to lay in solitude without anything to do or be responsible for.

“Y/N you’re home!” Joshua greeted happily. The familiar scent of his cooking and his warm smile was almost enough to have you in tears. You immediately went up to him for a hug. As he hugged you back you couldn’t help but feel at home. You never understood when your friends would say their significant other felt like home but once you and Joshua got together you suddenly understood.

“I just put your favorite food in the oven. Do you want to watch a movie while we wait?” You silently nodded into his chest. His heart silently broke for you but he understood your feelings all too well.

Joshua put it on some random movie. As it played in the background you gradually started to rant to him about your day. He immediately turned his attention to you and listened as you ranted. By the time the food was done Joshua had you laughing about the latest seventeen shenanigans.

#this is completely self indulgent #seventeen #joshua scenarios #joshua seventeen #joshua comfort #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen comfort #seventeen joshua #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt joshua #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader

[bluewhitehues]

Hug| Kim Mingyu - BONUS PART

(New readers you can read this one as one shot too if you want or you can read the whole story here- Masterlist )

Just like the lyrics of Hug, Mingyu is that Hug in your life.

Whenever it's hard [for you]

You can get a hug from me

I am the same

No matter how much you hide it

You know you can't hide it forever

So we can smile together

Don't be sorry

Don't worry

Don't be scared

Now don't cry

To me you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

You wake up in the middle of a night from a scary dream which felt so real ..a piece of your heart felt broken after it..it was about Mingyu and you just want to see him and be near him right now. You fumble towards your phone and call him with shaky hands.

It's 3am and it hasn't been so long since mingyu fell asleep, his eyes go wide in worry when he sees your name on the screen, you never called him this late and you live alone. He was bound to get so worried.

"Can you come to meet me?I wanna see you please" You whisper as soon as he picks up the call.

"Angel? Are you ok did anything happen?" He asks Panicked after hearing your voice.

"Yeah just I'm not feeling well "

He notices your weak voice n promises to be there in 20 mins.

He was worried sick because you've never been like this.

As soon as he enters your apartment with the key you've given him, he goes straight to your bedroom finding you sitting on the bed with lost and teary eyes, he goes straight to you sitting on the bed cupping your cheeks immediately.

"Baby you scared me can you tell me what's wrong are you hurting anywhere?" ..he asks worried eyes roaming all over you.

You hug him instantly as if he'll disappear any second.

"I- I got a very very bad dream it felt so real and I never want anything like that to e-ever happen even in my dream" Your voice shaky from all the emotions you're feeling.

"Hey hey baby calm down please it was just a dream I'm here now hmm" He says stroking your back and head.

"Something happened and you just you just went away from me ..you disappeared and I was left alone all over again and I don't want that I I you mean a lot to me I don't want you to be away from me" ..you say sobbing...your crying increasing and he can't see you like that he has never seen you crying

"Bub I'm right here I won't leave you ever, you hear me .. why'd I ? you're so perfect, so lovely. I won't go away even if someone tried to snatch me away from you ..I'd fight the god for you if it ever comes to that..I'm never leaving you never" He repeats so you could register what he's saying, so you could understand him through your current state.

"It was just a dream you're ok,I'm ok ,I'm here with you see.." he grabs your hand putting it on his cheek while he's caressing yours ...he kisses your forehead repeatedly until you calm down.

You're crying so much he can't ever see you like this his heart is hurting so bad.

You're literally squeezing him in the hug and he's returning it he knows you need to feel him to believe it. He's not going away ..he's yours rightfully so ..you don't talk much about it but you both feel the strong connection you have otherwise there's no way you clicked in such a short time, always feeling like you got the missing piece of your puzzles always complementing each other in many things, like the way you understand each other, the way you get each other you just have to spill words and he would understand it.

Later that night after you calm down, he makes you drink water. Asks if you're ok now and pulls you on himself again, makes you sleep with your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat. Tells you how much you mean to him. Keeps whispering i love you's. Keeps you close to him the whole time.

And promises himself not to let you sleep alone again ever, he wants to ask you to move in but he himself lives with wonwoo..so he decides on spending each night with you no matter what or how exhausting the day has been, you're the one he needs anyway ..to heal him at the end of the day.

A/N: wrote this back in February.

Wishing and praying for me and you all to get this type of love and comfort in our lives. We deserve to be loved like Hug Mingyu loves his lover :') 💘

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