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you can hear the urgent noises of the city outside of your windows along with the faint noise of the last raindrops slowly falling - unlike your own, which seems to only fasten their pace.
if it wasn’t for his arms embracing your figure, you swear you could slide down the floor like a puddle of recently melted ice.
“i-i… i don’t know what to d-do-“ you're able to phrase, those being your first words in the last 10 minutes.
“you don’t have to” he softly responds as his hand brushes your hair to the back of your ear, eyes attentively travelling through your face.
then, as you laid there on his lap as he always made you, yoongi starts rocking your body back and forth, pace slower than the bpm’s of a lullaby.
“but i should! i should!” you say as your eyes get drowned by your tears.
he tsk-tks, “you shouldn’t listen to whoever tells you that, even if it’s inside you” he says, his lips now finding you hair with repeated pecks, nose lovingly searching for your shampoo scent. “it’s okay, it's okay. for now, let it out and rest. you’re safe” he murmurs, arms tightening around your figure as you laid your head on his shoulder.
“you’re only saying that because i’m crying. tomorrow, i’ll be just as much of a loser as i am right now” you interject, voice weak and barely reaching his ears by the end as you nervously fiddled with your fingers.
“i’m saying that because it’s true. you’re home. i know you want to stop feeling like that, but you can't control your emotions, so just let it out. it's nothing unusual. and don't talk about yourself like that" he responds, his own fingers caressing yours as he always does when sensing your restless anxiety "if you feel lost, just remind yourself that you're home. i mean that." he keeps going, his voice barely audible if you didn't have your ear right next to his plump lips. "i can be home for you, if you let me” he responds.
“you wanna be home to a loser?”
“you clearly have no idea what a loser is" he says with a weak scoff. yoongi knows for a fact that you have a thing for the dramatic, but he also knows when it was you, someone that put a lot of pressure on themselves, feeling bad because you "should have everything sorted out".
he knew it, because he felt it, too. he knew the feeling like the palm of his hand, and he knew how god-awful it was to not be able to believe it when someone tried to genuinely help. he also knew, that he could use every trick in the book to reaffirm your worth and values, and it still wouldn't make a difference.
he knew you needed comfort, serenity and a place to freely feel. you needed a home.
he had felt that, and he promised to himself he would never let you go there alone. not you, not his home.
"i wanna be home to who is home to me” he says in a much serious and rigid tone, marking his words in your mind like no other sentence ever could, “and i love my home.”
you look up at him, and his eyes are already on yours. yours get wetter and wetter, as his keep going further and further inside your soul until you wrap your arms around his neck and buries your face back on his shoulders.
“look at me," he lifts your chin and goes to softly caress your arms, "not having control of everything is part of life. there’s nothing you can do about it but feel it when it hits you. don’t hold back from yourself, you’re more than safe to express it” he reassures. “you're not alone, and i understand what you're going through, okay?” he nods, searching for a mirrored action from you.
you feel more tears coming, but instead of hiding your face, you nod back.
"we've been there before, and you stood with me until everything got better. we can do this again, okay?” he says, tiny smile appearing on that puffy face of his “i'll be here for the good and for the bad, like you.”
you return the tiny smile and he pecks your nose making exaggerated muac noises, your smile only growing as you try to hide it with a muffled “stooooooop” coming out of your mouth, but he doesn’t let you and instead puts a finger on your cheek, returning your face to his. “look at me” and as you do, he gently pecks your lips, slowly as he possibly could, and you swear you could feel you heart slowing its frantic pace along with his lips.
pulling back, yoongi grins at you and whispers “you will always figure things out, and if any time you don’t feel like doing so, i’m here to help. we’re home, i’m your home. deal?”
you keep your eyes locked and a nod with “deal” comes out.
“good” he sighs, hands caressing your cheeks and eyes staring at your face like you're the only thing in the world as his gummy smile appears.
“you’re the best home i've ever had” he tells you, caressing your knuckles.
you weakly chuckle at his cute remark, your heartbeats slowing down along with you tears until you finally can breathe normally again and your right hand lovingly touches his clothed chest.
“you’re not bad yourself”.
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Title: To Be Loved By
Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader
Summary: Reader takes the day off because of period pain and Yoongi leaves work to comfort and take care of her.
Word Count: 865
Yoongi calls you moments after you enter his apartment. You thought this might happen because even after a year and a half of dating you rarely come over without telling him. After removing your shoes you slide your thumb across the screen to answer his call.
“Are you okay?” He asks without greeting as you walk further into his apartment.
“I took the day off because I’m not feeling great. Don’t worry I’m okay, it's not that bad.” You want to lie and say you’re completely fine but he would scold you if he found out that wasn’t true. “I’d rather be here. Yeonjun doesn’t understand.”
Living in an apartment with another man would surely be a problem for most other couples. Yoongi doesn’t seem to understand why so it’s worked greatly in your favor. He doesn’t see Yeonjun as a threat, which is exactly how it should be.
There are times when you think you should just stop being stubborn and move in with Yoongi but somehow it never feels like the right time. That feels so serious despite how much you love him.
“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be home in a few hours.” He says, then pauses. In the background you can hear one of his company's producers speaking to someone else. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Don’t worry about me. Work on your song. Bye.”
Before he can get another word in you end the call. You walk straight to Yoongi’s bedroom and strip out of your clothes. You opt for your own sweats that you left here last week and one of Yoongi’s soft oversized white shirts. You tie your hair into a bun with one of his hair ties he left on his dresser.
You curl up on Yoongi’s bed under the blankets, thankful for how warm it already is. Being surrounded by Yoongi’s scent is always comforting. It’s like a hug from him even when he’s not here. Your eyes slide shut hoping to fall asleep to stop feeling the incessant cramping brought on by mother nature’s worst gift.
Purring near your chest makes you open your eyes. The black cat you adopted with Yoongi a few months ago is cuddling against you. You stroke Sugar’s soft fur as you bring your knees to your chest. It won’t relieve your pain but it’ll certainly make it easier to handle. You drift off to sleep holding your sweet cat.
“Are you taking care of our girl, Sugar?” Yoongi’s voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up. He is standing in front of you with a heating pack in hand. “I couldn’t focus thinking of you home alone not feeling well.”
“I’ve had my period once a month for 15 years. I think I can handle it.”
Yoongi frowns while he joins you on the bed. He reaches his hand under the blanket and lifts your shirt. Yoongi holds the heating pack against your stomach then leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. The heat pack feels nice against your skin. He always knows just how hot to make it so it’s comfortable.
“I know you can handle it, but why should you do it alone if you don’t need to.” Yoongi shifts into a more comfortable position as he speaks.
Sugar stretches before moving to the end of the bed. She’s always liked you better no matter what your boyfriend thinks. Yoongi comes closer to you settling in with his hand still holding the heat pack for you.
Your boyfriend snuggles his head into your neck leaving soft kisses and tickling you with his long hair. Your heart sings knowing he left work because he wanted to comfort you.
He pulls away to turn the TV on and without asking puts on your favorite movie. Matilda is a film you can watch a million times and never get tired of. Yoongi pulls you against his chest and runs his hand over the hair that isn’t tied up as the opening begins.
You take the hair tie out allowing him more access to run his fingers through your dark strands. He plays with your hair as he watches the movie you both have memorized at this point. Cuddling against Yoongi makes you feel wonders better. It’s amazing what a little love can do.
When the hot pack goes cold Yoongi applies pressure with his hand. Rubbing your soft skin without saying a word. Every once in a while he leans over to press his lips to your forehead. You don’t think you could ever get tired of his soft lips grazing your skin.
You fall asleep to the familiar sound of Yoongi’s heart beating with your arm wrapped around his middle. There’s nowhere quite as safe as his arms.
“Jagi, I ordered food. Come eat.” Yoongi calls waking you from your slumber.
You scoop Sugar off of the bed after standing. She purrs as you press her soft fur to your face. You are very grateful you found a cuddly cat.
Yoongi is setting out the fried chicken looking like a domestic dream. How did you get so lucky?
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