#they literally never fucking held him not being blood related against him. what video game did you play bc it certainly wasnt dragalia lost

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this post is bad btw

#.text #this is why i dont go into the dragalia tag btw. #like yes euden deserved smth cathartic. he deserved to be apologized too. but also. op. dont even LOOK at euden EVER AGAIN #'he shouldve at least killed valyx' DIE!!!! #they literally never fucking held him not being blood related against him. what video game did you play bc it certainly wasnt dragalia lost #literally. do you even know how family works #of course they love him. they could have actually killed him and that wouldnt take away the fact that hes still their brother #they still grew up together they still had happy moments theyre still Family. #the POINT is that family is complicated it is NEVER just 'i hate them' or 'i love them' like. god #if you ever need an example on someone not having reading comprehension just look in the dragalia tag ❤️❤️❤️

[colbybrocksbitchh]

I hope you’re Happier with him

After you and Colby break up you start falling for Corbyn Besson, one of your mutual friends

@simonsbluee

•Just a heads up this isn’t related to the other imagines but I thought the photos on his wall from the other imagine would work well for this one as well•

~Your POV~

Corbyn held my hand as he led me inside and to an empty table. It was near the row of windows, which gave us a great view of the sun going down over the city. I told him what I wanted to drink and he gave me a nod of his head while smiling, just before he bent down to my ear.

“You know what they say, nothings fun about being sober.”

I laugh as he says this. It’s one of our many inside jokes we share that honestly make no sense, but they make me laugh every time.

He walks away and I lean my head on my arm and sigh, smiling. I hadn’t been to this place in forever, not since my third date with my ex boyfriend.

~A little over a month ago~

“Seriously Colby? Are you fucking kidding me?! I’ve asked you to stop hanging out with her!”

I can’t hold it in any longer as I scream out these words. He has the nerve to stare me in the face and say he’s sorry he couldn’t have made our anniversary date because of her.

“God why are you so difficult?! She’s my friend, my best friend! I’m not gonna stop hanging out with her!”

He rolls his eyes and yells back, sticking one hand in his pocket.

“First of all I should be your best friend! If you had known her before we met I would understand, but you only met her three weeks ago! Second of all the fact that you stood me up today is such bullshit! You always plan the dates and today was my turn to do something for you, not to mention the fact that it’s our two year anniversary and you stood me up for fucking Layla!”

“Ughhh!”

He sticks both hands in his hair. He plops himself down on the bed, puts his head in his hands, and breathes heavily in anger.

“Sometimes you’re can be such a bitch...”

Colby mumbles this through his hands not looking up at me. When I hear those words my blood starts to boil and I decide I’ve had enough.

“How dare you, fuck off Colby! This is fucking over!”

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

~Now~

Corbyn snaps me out of my flashback by handing me a beer.

“Aww thanks Corbs, you’re the best!”

I giggle and take a sip from the bottle, it burns slightly as it goes down.

“Anything for you cutie.”

I blush as Corbyn grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Corbyn was my rock after Colby and I broke up.

I’d been a huge WDW fan since I was nineteen years old, for my twentieth birthday Colby took me to one of their concerts. He bought tickets up front, backstage passes, the works. When it was our turn to meet the guys we found out that they all watched Sam and Colby, but Jack watched them the most.

This led to a friendship between all of us, as we exchanged numbers that night. For a while we all would hang out when they were in L.A from touring, but eventually the only people who we still hung out with and texted often were Jack and Corbyn.

Being that Jack was such a big fan, I often found myself talking to Corbyn while Jack and Colby would play video games and ask each other questions.

He became one of my bestfriends, however I always put Colby first, until Colby stopped putting me first. After he skipped out on our anniversary date that I had planned to hang out with Layla, one of Kat’s besties whom he’d only known for a few short weeks, I knew it was over.

Corbyn stepped up and became the most amazing friend a girl could ask for, and as of three days ago, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we dance, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, making this the best night I’ve had in a while.

~Colby’s POV~

I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t miss her. Since the moment she walked out of my room every moment has been a constant struggle. Today was the worst.

I was feeling extra down today after seeing a video of Y/n backstage waiting for Corbyn at one of WDW’s concerts, so I decided to take a walk down some of the busier streets in LA.

That’s when I saw it. Corbyn holding my girls hand, pulling her inside some bar as I watched from the curb on the opposite side. That’s where I took her for out third date, and she’s just gonna let him do that?! I just stood in sadness and honestly, anger, as I watched him whisper in her ear.

She laughed and he left, presumably to get her a drink, before she began gazing out the window. I quickly ducked behind a car before she could see me.

Wow, she looked happy... happier then I’d seen her in a really long time. I hadn’t seen her smile like that In months... I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d started pushing her away.

I back up, sliding down to sit on the sidewalk and leaning my back against the brick wall. Fuck... I hurt her.

Honestly I guess I hadn’t realized how much I had done, and how bad it really was. I never liked Layla as more than a friend but I’m not gonna pretend she didn’t give me a thrill that y/n didn’t. Y/n was always super focused, I guess at the time I hadn’t realized she was super focused on planning our anniversary date. When I hung out with Layla It didn’t bother me that y/n was always so busy.

Eventually I decided I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been spying on her date with Corbyn for the past forty minutes and I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I called an Uber.

The moment I walked in the front door I grabbed a bottle of vodka. It was half full, left over from one of Brennens stupid drinking videos, but it would work for me.

I brought it to my room, sat in my editing chair, and drank. I had finished the bottle in no time. My wall was still covered in our photos, our memories from the moment we met to the moment we said goodbye.

In no time I had finished the bottle and was close to passing out. I’m literally so in love with her.

I was never much of a crier but I let the tears fall down my face, honestly it was probably a biproduct of me being drunk and emotional.

At this moment Sam walked in, curious as to whether I would help him film for his prank.

“Colby?”

Thirty minutes after I had spilled my heart out he gives me one piece of advice and leaves.

“One day you won’t feel like this anymore. Eventually you’ll be able to move on like she has. Just stay strong bro.”

In my drunken state I decide to type out a text.

Hey Love well I guess you aren’t really my love anymore, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me. Y/n I’m so utterly in love with you that it kills me every time I see you with Corbyn. I saw you guys today while I was taking a walk. You seemed really happy, and I’m sorry I could never make you feel like that. You’re so beautiful and amazing and I hope that he treats you the way I should’ve. I hope you’re happier with him.

~Hey guys it’s Tay! So this was a request and so I hope I did it justice! Much Love 💕~

#corbyn besson #corbynbesson #wdw #whydontwe #whydontweimagines #corbynbessonimagines #corbyn besson imagines #why dont we imagines #take chances #colby x reader #colbybrock #colby brock #sam and colby #samandcolby #corbyn x reader

[bulletproof-petals]

With Everything;

A/N: Chapter 5 everyone!....don’t hate me too much ;)

Warning: Blood, Violence, Mentions of Rape, Smut (in future chapters), Swearing, Abuse.

Word Count: 2069

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chp 6 

“What do you mean he’s dead?!” Minsung boomed as he rose from his seat when his men reported the murder of his brother. The men retreated further from Minsung as if trying to defend themselves.

“S-sir, we found him dead in his...chamber.” One of the braver men spoke up as the others scatteredly nodded in agreement. Minsung let out a sigh of frustration before he slumped back into his armrest. He knew his younger brother was careless - doing everything he wished to do, causing further troubles that he had to constantly clean up after. But that absentmindness has finally cost him his life and Minsung didn’t know who to direct this anger to: his brother? the murder? It wasn’t like he cared enough for his brother to seek revenge but the murder did taint his reputation as rumors spread in the underground world commenting on how weak their gang was to be so defenseless - and he hated to be marked as weak. Minsung found himself rubbing his temples in irritation, trying to release the tension that was slowly inching further into his already compact brain.

“And what about whoever killed him?” Minsung finally spoke up after a long silence. One of the men hurried to his table and cautiously placed an envelope before retreating to his previous position.

“The CCTV captured these pictures,” Minsung examined the pictures taken and clenched his jaw. Those fuckers-.

“And from  what was shown on video, it didn’t seem like they had any intention of hiding who they were…” The man trailed off, noticing the increasing tension within the room that weighed down the words that were now stuck in his throat.

“Of course they fucking wouldn’t. This is my fucking brother we’re talking about. Who the fuck would be scared of that prick.” Minsung gritted through his teeth before crunching and tossing the pictures into the bin beside his desk.

He never had good relations with Bangtan. They were...acquaintances, but there was always some sort of tension whenever they greeted one another. He hated Namjoon and his stuck up attitude to anyone who approached them. Although they were one of the hierarchies who were respected by the underworld Minsung never thought they deserved the title but he had no reason to defy against them - but now he did.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as his eyes grew darker.

“Call the rest of the gang and inform them we’ll be having a meeting tomorrow,” He took a glance at the rubbish bin and caught a glimpse of  whatever face remained on the crumpled up paper.

“It’s time for a little treat.” Minsung leaned back on his chair with a sly smile as he tapped onto his desk. The rest of the men nodded before almost darting out of his office.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t let me out of the goddamn house!” You groaned as you slumped yourself dramatically on the couch that was beside Namjoon’s office desk. After the assault, Namjoon and you have finally become what you considered as “normal siblings” and his office was one of the few places you liked to lock yourself in - you just liked to stare at him while he concentrated and looked all professional.

“You know why (y/n).” Namjoon replied once more and sighed before placing his fountain pen down and finally up at you. You frowned. It has been a solid thirty minutes since you’ve been prying at Namjoon to have you out of this ‘hell hole’ is what you described but he hasn’t budged an inch till now. You had almost given up if it wasn’t for Namjoon to finally - and I mean finally - break away from his documents.

“But Joon, that was weeks ago,” you slump back into the couch once again.

“It’s not like they’ll be stupid enough to come after me after you personally killed their leader.” You rolled your eyes.

“(y/n), it happened once and I am not - I repeat - not going to risk it happening again. Do you understand?” Namjoon stretched back into his chair, cracking his knuckles in the process.

“So you’re just gonna leave me cooped up here?” Namjoon simply nodded.

“I can’t believe this!” You flung your legs up in the air along with your arms.

“I’m not a child anymore Joon. I’m turning 20 this year! 20! And I still need to ask for permission to step out of my house.” You huffed.

“It’s for your own safety (y/n),” Namjoon’s voice softened as he lifted his head making direct eye contact with you. Something in you toned down as you heard the change in Namjoon’s voice but that didn’t allow the fire die down.

“Do you really think you can keep me cooped up in here like I’m some Rapunzel?”

“No, but I can always try.” You could almost hear the smirk in Namjoon’s response and you sighed in defeat - but of course, there were other ideas in your mind.

Dragging yourself out of the couch, you made your way downstairs only to be greeted by the exact people you were looking for: Jungkook and Taehyung. A sly smile stretched across your lips as you skipped towards them.

“Hey guys,” you said oh-so-casually while sliding across the counter, sitting yourself next to them. Taehyung raised a questioning brow before scooting over to create enough space for you to squeeze in between them.

“What’cha guys up to?” Jungkook who had been lying face down on the counter stole a glance of whoever was in front of him before his eyes widened a bit when noticing it was you.

“(y/n)!” He jolted up in delight and Taehyung jumped back a bit in surprise, almost tumbling backwards from his stool. This earned a giggle from you which made Jungkook flash his infamous smirk towards Taehyung who was clearly embarrassed with the tint of red hue that was beginning to taint his cheeks. He simply gave a sheepish grin.

“We’re getting bored out of our minds.” Jungkook whined. You responded with a sympathetic smile. The boys weren’t exactly allowed anywhere without Namjoon knowing so it was hard for them to sneak out without getting caught by Namjoon. Plus, since the incident at the club...let’s just say Namjoon had made a point of them being alert and constantly around you in case anything happened. So technically, them being bored out of their minds was...your fault.

“I’m sorry guys...really.” You exhaled.

“It’s fine, it’s fine - I mean I kind of get where RM is coming from.” Taehyung waved a dismissing hand around.

“Yeah, but there’s literally nothing to do in this bloody mansion. Like if we’re so fucking rich why can’t we at least get a damn game room.” Jungkook whined as he retreated back to his former position. You simply ruffled Jungkook’s hair.

“You know, I could use some fresh air.” You slowly started. Jungkook’s ears seemed to perk up at this idea as well as Taehyung but it was quickly replaced with a conflicted look as they both frowned at the idea.

“But Namjoon said…” Taehyung started uneasily. They knew better than anyone to defy Namjoon’s orders - especially when it came to you.

“Please? Pretty pleaseee.” You gave your best puppy eye, trying to at least hinder them.

“I promise it won’t be long. I’ll just stick to your side like glue.” You stuck your bottom lip and pouted. Taehyung was a sucker for pouts and Jungkook was just too easy to convince when it came to girls. Taehyung gave a hard swallow while observing your face and you knew you got the answer you wanted.

It was decided that you guys could go hang around the arcade that was a few blocks away from the house and you’ve never felt so happy - you didn’t even like arcades but the fact that you were finally out of the house since what seemed like forever was enough for you. You linked both your arms with Taehyung and Jungkook each by your side. Taehyung’s boxy smile surfaced as the three of you joked and laughed all the way to the arcade. It wasn’t a surprise that the arcade blasted with heavy base music and character tunes even from the entrance. You felt a bit hesitant to step inside since you’ve never been good with big crowds and loud places, but a reassuring squeeze to your hand made you look up. Taehyung was grinning down at you with his hand tightly clasped around yours. Jungkook was too engrossed at the glistening screens that he paid no mind to you as he began to slowly slip out of your grip. The two of you followed Jungkook hand in hand into the arcade since the youngling seemed to be more educated in places like this. Jungkook had announced that he was going to be at the shooting section and scattered off, leaving you alone with Taehyung. You both exchanged sheepish grins as you began to walk around - you had long forgotten that Taehyung still held onto your hand.

“Let’s play ball!” Taehyung leaned into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he tried speaking to you. Something inside you tingled at the sensation but it was quickly overlapped with the heavy base from the speakers that vibrated your whole body.

The two of you snaked through the crowds before finally reaching the basketball hoop section and Taehyung picked up a ball.

“I suck at basketball though.” You almost shouted into Taehyung’s ear. Having to tiptoe because of your lousy excuse of a height, Taehyung graciously leaned down causing you to accidentally brush your lips on his warm earlobe in contrast to his cool metal piercing. You silently thanked the heavens that the arcade was dark or else it would have given away the heat on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, I can teach you.” He gave you a playful wink before shooting the ball that was clenched in his hand into the hoop. You gave a slow clap of acknowledgment.

Just like that, the two of you began shooting into the small hoop for a few minutes but none of your throws ever actually made it into the hoop. You frowned in protest when the game ended with big flashing sign of ‘you lose!’. You could see from the corner of your eye that Taehyung was trying to hold back his laugh. You glared at him and he raised his hands up in defense.

“I told you I sucked.” You whined while sticking out your lower lips forming a pout. Suddenly, you felt something, someone warm pressing against your back and before you had the chance to protest, their hands had guided yours to pick up another basketball. You felt a thump in your chest and titled your head questioningly.

“You’re just throwing it too high.” Taehyung’s voice tickled your neck and you tensed in his arms. To be frank, you didn’t know he was this toned as his firm arms wrapped around yours held your hands up before he shot the ball with your hands. It wasn’t a surprise when it made it into the hoop but you were too caught up in the excitement when you squealed and turned around with your arms up only to realise that you were trapped in between him and the basketball hoop machine. You coughed awkwardly before trying to squirm yourself out of the gap but Taehyung seemed to have other ideas. Instead of stepping back, he leaned further in confining you into the small space. You weren’t sure whether it was because of the compact space, the heavy blasting music, or the man in front of you but you felt light headed as if the air was being knocked out of you. You swallowed hard and stared as he leaned in so close that his bangs brushed slightly against yours. Taehyung’s gaze travelled from your eyes to your plush lips that parted slightly from the unknown anticipation that you had.

“You’re so pretty (y/n)...” Taehyung whispered before the gap slowly disappeared between you two. You couldn’t push him away, your half hooded gaze so transfixed on his glistening lips that he licked before closing into you. However, the heavens know you’re not supposed to be doing what you’re doing as an awkward cough snapped Taehyung’s face away.

#bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts smut #bts reaction #bts fluff #bts story #bts angst #bts mafia!au #bts mafia #jungkook fanfic #v #taehyung #jimin #hoseok #jhope #yoongi #suga #rapmon #BTS rap monster #rap monster #namjoon #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction

[in-mysme-hell]

can you do RFA and V reacting to a very anxious MC (maybe social anxiety?) who needs a lot of care to calm down and feel safe?? Thanks!

relatable thank you for this one, anon. I also have social anxiety and just imagining how these amazing jellybeans would handle it is quite calming. I added Saeran as well he’s a precious little stardust and deserves all the love but I had to add him and V to another post bcuz as always I can’t control myself and this is hella long but you guys likey so here ya go my lovelies

| V & Saeran |

Pupper Yoosung:

He panicked a little when you first told him; he thought it was a lot like Rika’s condition

But when he saw you wringing your hands nervously and biting your lip, waiting for his reaction, he forced himself to relax

His MC needed him to be a man strong for her

“W-what does that mean? Are you okay? Do you take medication?”

Slow down baby boy

You explained how you had anxiety when it came to large crowds or public speaking, how you would begin to sweat and breathe heavily…until you passed out it only happened once you swear

He was determined to be the most caring bf ever and at first, tried to avoid letting you go out to the mall or just busy establishments. Even insisted that you not pick him up from campus, though you didn’t realize at first why.

“I’m not handicapped, Yoosung,” you said irritatedly, though low-key you were so grateful and loved him even more for his thoughtfulness

Then one day, you were out looking for a birthday present for him and you knew exactly what you wanted. Except ofc dozens of other customers also wanted that newly released video game.

He was in class when he got a call from you and you were gasping his name into the speakers. He found you huddled on the bench outside the store, your head between your knees as you tried to even out your breathing.

It took a lot of whispered reassuring on his part and he made you count with him - “Inhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Hold it for one, two, three. Exhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

He took you home and pampered you all night. Made you your favourite simple meal since the anxiety suppressed your appetite even though you hadn’t eaten all day. Read your favourite book to you and even ran you a bubble bath.

Whenever you need to go somewhere crowded, he’s there to hold your hand tightly and distract you by making funny remarks so that you’re too busy laughing to pay attention to your surroundings. And if you feel your anxiety rising in your chest, beginning to suffocate you, say the word and he’ll whisk you away to safety

Baehee Jaehee:

Jaehee loved Zen’s life performances with fervently, but you didn’t exactly share the same sentiments. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy watching your narcissist friend showcase his talents for the lucky viewers, oh no, you fuckin’ loved that part. Seeing the absolute joy in his eyes as he got to act out his dreams on stage - you could relate to why Jaehee and the rest of his fans were captivated by him.

But it was damn hard to enjoy his shows when your throat was tight and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding because of all the bodies surrounding you.

Too close. They were way too close.

And they were screaming and they just wouldn’t stop and you could breathe and you were terrified and -

“MC? Are you okay?”

Jaehee had noticed how pale you’d gotten and the sheen of sweat covering your face. You turned to her with wide eyes, your hands gripping the arm rests painfully, and opened your mouth to reply but the words wouldn’t come out.

Tears were welling up in your eyes, the feeling of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. And this precious angel, she gently grasped your hands, looked your dead in the eyes, and said, “C’mon, MC. Breathe with me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

A whimper escaped your lips, and she let go of your hands to place her own on either side of your head. Then, pressing her forehead against yours, she whispered, “Ignore them. It’s just you and me. Look into my eyes and forget them. Just you. And me. That’s it.”

“J-Jaehee?” you choked out quietly.

“They don’t matter. It’s just us in our own little world. Think about when we get home. We’ll curl up on the sofa with your favourite hot chocolate. Just us.”

And not even half an hour later thats what you were doing. Jaehee knew coffee only made anxiety worse and from then on she made it her mission to learn as many caffeine-free recipes. Milk, especially, was soothing and so you can be damn sure she perfected her honey vanilla tea latte recipe

She was ever so patient when you finally explained your anxiety and the claustrophobia that accompanied it. It explained why you jumped at loud noises.

She would make sure to take enough time away from the cafe to take walks in the park with you. The fresh air and open space really helped with your nerves, especially on tough days.

Lovely Zen:

You love this man with your whole heart. You’d take a bullet for him, and you know he’d do the same for you. You’d walk through fire for him. You’d handle pretty much anything to ensure his happiness. That’s how sure you were of your love.

But what you couldn’t stand was his audience. That crowd of shrieking girls all vying for a glance spared by the red-eyed god and the dirty looks they threw you. Tbh, you didn’t care much for their nasty remarks - they were just jealous that Zen only had eyes for you.

It was when their attention was on you and your insecurities began to claw up. You would get so self-conscious about the smallest things - was your outfit appropriate, was your hair in place, what if you tripped, what if you blurted out the wrong things in front of the camera, what if you embarrassed Zen?

You knew, you knew you shouldn’t worry about these things. Zen could care less about your appearance and honestly, it shouldn’t matter what other people thought. Regardless of how perfect you looked, they would always have something negative to say.

You knew all this, but still your mouth went dry, a rush of dizziness descended over you, and your chest tightened to the point that it hurt.

Zen didn’t know all of this, simply because you didn’t want him to worry. But then the day came where Zen was meeting with his fans after a performance. There was a large crowd surrounding him and you were standing at the side, wringing your hands. You were feeling uneasy because of all the eyes on you and Zen didn’t have his phone on him so you couldn’t even text him. If it weren’t for the fact that you two were going to be late for the dinner with your parents, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to catch his attention.

You called out his name a couple times and even attempted a half-wave. A couple of the girls near you were snickering at your pathetic motions and your stomach was in knots. You could practically hear the things they were whispering to each other and even though you tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, you found yourself fleeing to the bathroom just in time to throw into the toilet.

You didn’t realize that Zen had noticed your presence just as you had whirled around to make your escape and that he had followed you. He held back your hair and rubbed circles into your back.

You tried to apologize and explain the situation, and somehow he understood you through your hiccuping sobs. Holding you in his arms, he murmured in your ears, “Shh, it’s okay, Princess. These people don’t matter. They won’t even remember this an hour from now. I’ve got you, babe. You’re gonna be fine. Your knight in shining armour is here to protect you.”

He would make an extra effort to compliment you constantly, his ruby eyes always wide and earnest. When there would be situations where you’d make a small mistake, he’d smoothly take over before anyone else could notice or your anxiety reared its head. He would also be the one ordering when you went out for food or on the phone, and never once did he complain

Daddy Jumin:

Being Mrs. Han was a lot less spa days and a lot more meeting important people, potential business partners, and just folks who wanted to impress your husband. In turn, it was your duty to make a good impression so that C&R reputation wouldn’t be tainted.

Jumin didn’t know before marrying you that you had severe anxiety when it came to meeting new people and making conversation. The fear that they would be judging you silently and you would say the wrong thing was ever-present in the back of your mind

And holy fuck did this man love showing you off bruhh

He wanted to introduce you as his wife, his MC, to everyone from his maid he finally met the poor woman to the Prime Minister!!

You were literally a train wreck on heels, diamonds resting above your pounding heart and around your neck like a noose, biting down on your lip hard enough that your blood mixed with the rouge of your designer lipstick.

“Sweetheart, this is Tae-Yung Choi, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Choi, this is my precious wife, MC.”

You smiled tightly, swallowing hard when the man kissed the back of your hand and bowed fuck you should’ve worn a sleeveless dress to hide pit stains

Even after he lets go and steps back, remarking that your husband is a lucky man, your jaw is clenched and your eyes are flitting everywhere but the couple before you. It’s only when you notice that his wife is staring at you intently that you realize everyone is waiting for you to respond.

You apologize quickly and excuse yourself, avoiding Jumin’s worried gaze. You slip through the crowd, making your way to the elevator as fast as you can without running.

You gulp in the cool night air like a woman dying of thirst and lean back against the rough brick of the side of the hotel. Your bodyguards had followed you to the wide alley beside the building and you were sure one of them was texting your husband at this very moment.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back the tears that were threatening to break through your composure. Why were you so weak? Why was such a simple social interaction like a battle for you?

“Kitten, are you unwell?”

When you opened your eyes and turned to look at your concerned husband standing beside you, he immediately noticed your glassy orbs. His brow furrowed in confusion and you could practically see the gears turning in his brilliant mind as he tried to figure out what had made you upset.

Before he could start threatening and firing people for upsetting his princess, you tried to explain your social anxiety to him the best you could. He didn’t understand why were you still afraid when you knew your fears were irrational but he still swept you into his arms and pressed a bruising kiss to your swollen from all that nervous biting lips.

“Darling, everyone knows better than to point out any mistakes on your part. You’re Mrs. Jumin Han, the most powerful woman in any room that you walk into. They’re the ones who are afraid to make a mistake in your presence.” You giggled at his blunt response and his heart skipped a beat at one of his favourite sounds in the world.

You can bet your life savings that this man would have poor Jaehee prepare a report on anxiety, specifically the kind you had, and would contact one of the most renowned psychologists in the field to explain it to him and to help you in every way possible

His absolute confidence was always a good crutch in situations where your anxiety would begin creeping in. In the evenings, he would draw you a bath where you were pressed against his chest and glasses of wine in your hands. He would pamper you by bathing and massaging you, and you especially loved when he washed your hair his hands were orgasmic on every part of you head to toe

He read that animals helped with anxiety sometimes and you got to witness the cutest moment where he crouched down before Elizabeth the 3rd and explained to her the importance of protecting the Princess. It was actually calming to hold the white beauty in your arms and stroke her fur.

GOD Seven:

Neither of you leave the house much, which usually works out until the threat of starvation strikes. Ordering groceries online was a pain with the bunker’s heavy security, and Seven was usually busy with work

So it mostly came down to you to be the one to make sure the three of you had something more to eat than just chips and ice cream (Saeran didn’t mind). You tended to avoid ordering food on the phone what if you messed up the order or what if you didn’t understand what they were asking and had to ask them to repeat themselves several times?! 

And going out to the store was a whole other struggle what if you’re counting out the correct change or looking for your wallet in that huge purse, and taking too long and then the person behind you would be annoyed

There was just so many what ifs and awkward scenarios!! How on earth were you supposed to make it out unscathed?? There was honestly nothing you hated more that awkward situations, your face would turn as red as Saeyoung’s hair and your hands would shake ofc then you would spill the money you were counting out and you would stutter while trying to order food at the restaurant everyone would be witness to your shame

Saeyoung had enough on his shoulders with his own depression and then Saeran’s depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Besides, you didn’t consider your anxiety that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. 

You woke up with a feeling of unease already settling in your gut, and it worsened when you realized all the errands you had to run. You’d been putting them off and you didn’t want Saeyoung to ask questions, so you forced your limbs to carry you out of the house. You stammered and sweated your way through the check you had to deposit with the bank teller since their machines were broken. Blood rushed in your ears and made you dizzy when a customer behind you at the store made an offhand comment about how people should have their order decided instead of wasting everyone’s times.

After today’s events, you were irritable, your mind still on edge, body stuck in flight-or-fight-mode. You were agonizing over an email you were writing to a party guest, unsure of specific words you had used its an actual worry, when Saeyoung asked you if you had picked up the milk.

“I’m not a fuckin’ robot maid. I can’t remember every little thing. You would know if you actually got off your ass for once and helped,” you snapped.

Immediately, the guilt and fear sets in. You trying to apologize but you’re having trouble breathing and you’re clawing at your throat. You’re shaking violently as you fall to the floor, your head spinning sickeningly. 

Your husband knows what to do from helping Saeran through his own panic attacks. He first sets about regulating your breathing, even alternating between plugging nostrils. Once the noose around your neck loosens he’s having you take small sips of water.

He talks you through your anxiety attack, “MC, look around you. Tell me 5 things you can see. C’mon, sweetheart. 4 things you can touch. Good girl. Now 3 things you can hear. 2 things you can smell, baby. 1 thing you can taste, my goddess.”

He likes to wrap himself around you, pressed tightly against you, able to felt each other’s heartbeats. You love to rest your cheek against his bare chest, listening to the sound of his heart - proof of his existence - and you find that it helps ebb the anxiety away.

Would def try to distract you with memes and funny cat videos. He’d even build a robot puppy named Woof-Woof totally besties with Meowy that would reassure you and compliment you the moment it senses the slight bit of anxiety. It would also help count your breathing with you if Saeyoung wasn’t around to do so.

- admin Shay

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