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😐…..my sanity has left the house

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Minchan ✧ S-Class Challenge 

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someone’s light, someone’s smile ♡

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BTS members favourite or preferred lingerie/nightwear wore by their partner

hope you enjoy

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Jin

Simple and elegant. Pure black with golden embroidery, a burgundy bra and panties with a see-through robe on top of it. Something that looks like you’ve walked off a runway or are an ambassador for Victoria’s Secret.

Yoongi

Things that he’s bought for you. He loves the feeling of seeing you in gifts from him. It says “all this is for you. I’m yours.” Above everything, a black set that he got you for White Day. It’s a black bra with lace lining the edges. Same thing goes for the high-waisted thong it came with. The black garter belt rarely has socks attached, but it contours your hips so well that every time you wear it, it drives him mad.

Hobi

Anything but underwear. He finds near-pure nakedness the most attractive thing. Skirts with nothing underneath, fishnets or socks and that’s it. The vulnerability and intimacy that comes along with being almost bare isn’t something he can resist. Probably best you don’t wear anything- he’d tear through it.

Namjoon

Anything cute and simple. Blue pastel lace, white with pink bows in the center of the bra and on the sides of the hips, a sage green rubbed fabric with matching thigh highs. Soft, durable, rewearable. It doesn’t matter how much it shows- he’ll take it off the second he sees it on you.

Jimin

Dramatic. Dark, bold colors, intricate fabrics and embellishments. The kinds of sets that cost $1000 and you only wear one time. Purple lace body suits, black opera gloves, high-waisted and low-neckline mesh. The time that goes into putting them on, the dedication of it, is more attractive than the clothing.

Tae

Babydoll dresses. They’re deceptively innocent. Ivory, black, pale pink. At first glance, it’s just a cute nightgown. But if you look just a second longer, you notice that the torso is almost completely see-through. That is you bend or stretch, even just a bit, everything down there is exposed. Thank god they’re easy to take off.

Jungkook

His. (Not lingerie exactly, but it’s underwear so I’m counting it.) His boxer briefs will forever top any pantries you own. Undressing you is much more fun when there’s more fabric to take off, and the skin-tight shorts shape you in a way that skimpier fabric can’t. Not just that, but every time he sees you in them, he thinks of a few things- firstly, it’s a reminder that you’re in a relationship. He never forgets, but it intensified the realization each time. And secondly, both of your junk has been in the same fabric. That’s only one step away from fucking. And without fail, he’ll take the step.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts x reader #lingerie #bts Jin #bts yoongi #bts hobi #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook

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reblog this if you think the toggle for tumblr live should be permanent instead of a 7-day snooze

trying to prove something to @staff

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Hi!

May I request how bts members first met their partner?

Thank you 😊

np bb <3 sorry i was so late to answer- i had to make sure they made sense.

ALSO- Lmk if you’d like to see any of these adapted into full-length fics

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How BTS Members Got With Their Partner

Jin

A mutual friend. During college, the stress of studying had put too much pressure on your relationship. Your boyfriend left you for another girl in your class, and it hit you pretty hard. To get you out of the rut, your friend decided to set you up on a blind date. “Trust me!” She’d said. “He’s totally your type.” You didn’t trust her at all, but you still went out. Might as well. You went to a barbecue place and about ten minutes later, a tall,very handsome guy appeared. Immediately, you were a bit more nervous. You still didn’t think he’d be your type, but my lord was he pretty. It was a sweet date. Lots of laughing, a tiny bit of wholesome flirting. He paid in return for showing up late. You’d agreed to go on another date with him. You still weren’t head-over-heels, but he was nice. And so started a courtship. Every two weeks or so, he’d find a way to take you on a date. Dinner, an arcade, the aquarium, a cafe. Picture-perfect, but a very human energy. He wasn’t a boy from a drama, he was just a sweet person who wanted you to be happy. After a couple months of this, he officially asked you to be his partner. “I know we’ve been dating for a bit, but I wanted to know if you’d like to be official. I like you a lot, Y/N. Could I be your boyfriend?” Of course, you said yes.

Yoongi

The need for sleep. When Yoongi moved to Seoul and started all his jobs, he gradually stopped making new friends. There just wasn’t enough time for it. You yourself were powering through a couple jobs to pay for college and rent. At one of these jobs, you two often had the same shift. You weren’t super close, but he’d been kind enough before the burnout set in. You still said hi and talked somewhat, but it was professional. However, when he started slowing down, you started getting worried for him. Something was up with his shoulder or something. One day, you offered a spare key to your apartment. “You seem exhausted all the time. I’m kind of scared you’ll fall on your walk home or something. I live right up the block and it’s really quiet. If you ever wanted to crash there, you could.” Shockingly, he accepted the offer. He started crashing once every couple weeks or so. Most of the time he’d just sleep in the couch and leave before you woke up. But sometimes, you two would talk. You got to know how talented he was, that he’s going to be a musician. Over time, you fell for him. And he started falling for you. You’d stuck with him through all of the physical and mental struggles of his training and debut. You were the person he was most comfortable with, no doubt about it. And one day, on one of your typical crash-days, he asked you out by mistake. He hadn’t meant to, but it ended up working out for the two of you.

Hobi

A dance competition. During his pre-debut days, Hobi was already a well-known dancer. One of the things he would do was go to showcases and competitions. Even if it was something he’d already applied to or won, you can always learn from new dancers. One of these competitions was a co-ed competition. Groups of mainly guys, groups of mainly girls, mixed groups. All of them competed against each other. It wasn’t super serious- you only won about ₩1500 and you got to say you won it. Still, it was a fun semi-annual competition. During the second 2012 competition, he was doing it for the last time. He was more determined to win that usual. Given that he was about to debut in a group, he didn’t know if he’d ever have time to compete again. It was your second time competing- last time you’d almost won. Got to the quarter-finals of the tournament, but not last that. You didn’t win this time, but you got to the finals. It was your group and Hobi’s group vying for the win. It was close, but you’d ended up losing. You weren’t as beat-down as you thought you would’ve been- it more cemented your need to come back again. Victory was so close. One more time and you could get it. On your way out of the studio, Hobi had run up on you. He was out of breath and grinning. He explained that he was so scared he was going to lose, and right when you were about to yell at him for gloating, he asked for help. “I want to know how you fall down so smoothly. That handless cartwheel into a split? I can do that, but I don’t know how to transition. It was like you melted into the ground.” He asked for your number, because if you ever had a free day he’d want to practice with you. You guys became dance buddies, and even after his debut you’d still practice sometimes. He broke BigHit’s “no dating” rule after a couple months and asked you put.

Namjoon

The gym. Even though he enjoys working out alone, it’s not terrible to have a gym buddy. One day, while you two were doing cardio at the same time. You’d kind of forgotten you were there alone, so you were just talking to your friend. He didn’t mean to, but he started eavesdropping. You made a joke to your friend- something about a human hamster wheel not being practical. “Imagine it unhooks and I just go flying down the street. Explain that to an ER nurse.” Despite it not being particularly funny, he laughed at it. While he was having a water break, you walked past him to leave. He told you that he liked your joke about the hamster wheel, and you two just had a superficial conversation about your favorite exercises. After going at the same time a few times by accident, he asked for your number and you started going together on purpose. Your relationship grew from there.

Jimin

Out clubbing. In an effort to avoid the pressure of celebrity life, Jimin started frequenting more clubs- ones that people didn’t go to, ones that tons of people went to. The goal was just to have fun and forget about fame. You started frequenting clubs because of music and liquor. Pretty good combination. You’d gone to the bar to get a whiskey sour, but your friend had your wallet and you didn’t know where they were. Out of muscle memory of kindness or pure impulse, paid for you. He had no clue why, and neither did you. But it was a good decision. You started up a conversation with him as you drank. Obviously, you knew who he was. But you didn’t make a big deal out of it- there was no way he came here for the paparazzi. It wasn’t a deep conversation, just jokes about the people in there. He was great to talk to, and even in the dark purple light, he glowed. You asked for his number when he was about to go, but he said no. He said he didn’t really like to give it out. “But if we ever run into each other again, I might.” You agreed. He went back to that club a few nights that week to make sure you weren’t a stalker. You actually ended up running into him at a different club. He was the one who came up to you. True to his word, he gave you his number. You two decided to talk and dance with each other all night. The next morning, while battling a hangover, you got a message from Jimin. “Hey, Y/N. Hope your head doesn’t hurt too bad. Lmk if you’d ever want to go out sometime. I’d love to talk without yelling over ppl.”

Tae

A café. Cafés are quiet and pretty. Much like the boy who started coming to your favorite one. It was a study spot for you- good food, good music, good atmosphere. Good, good, good. You’d sit in the back, alone at this round table. He’d sit at a little table a few paces away. One day, the café was busier than normal. His table was filled up, so he asked if he could sit at the other end of yours. You said yes, it’s just a table. He wasn’t very talkative, but he smiled a lot. Between bites of food or spurts of typing, he would check his messages and clearly try to hold in a laugh. He had a very stern, cold face, but it was obvious that he was a funnier and happier person than it seemed. He’d sit at the end of your table when it was busy, and because of that, you started to develop a bit of a crush on him. You didn’t realize the crush he had on you. He loved the way your nose crunched when you focus, the way your eyes lit up when your coffee came over, how concentrated you’d get on your work. Your existence was pretty to him. You ended up asking each other out at the same time. Both of you had reached your breaking point and just blurted it out. The coincidence made you laugh to hard you almost got kicked out.

Jungkook

An art class. When he started learning to draw and paint more, he decided to take a couple classes. It was fun, the class- very calm with very talented students and teachers. Something this teacher prioritized was teamwork. Art is personal, yes. But if you ever make it your job, you may need to work with others. So she put everyone in groups. You had to use all the techniques you’d learned to depict what you would define “beauty” as. You, Jungkook, and a third person we’re paired together. This third person bailed, and while you worked on your painting, you bonded over a mutual annoyance for this guy. It wasn’t mean, more of a running joke between new friends. About a month and a half later, when the project was done, Jungkook asked if you wanted to keep hanging out. “Like go get a coffee or see a movie or something.” He was sort of nervous and it was cute, so you agreed. How could you not?

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts boyfriend #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts hobi #bts jhope #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts v #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #bts fluff

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BTS Boyfriend Imagines

im slacking off in earth science rn, so enjoy these stupid little imagines i came up with a while ago. have fun being delulu <3

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Jin

After you start dating, his jokes go from “I’m the hottest person ever” to, “it would be me, but I’ll never look better than this one right here.”

Babies you when you’re sick. Soup, heated blanket, favorite show. Need an extra pillow? He’s got it. He won’t let you do anything until you’re better

When you’re on a walk, he calls/FaceTime’s you until you’re 100% sure you’re safe at home

Yoongi

Has one of your favorite candle scents in his office at all times. He never wants you to be in an area that feels unfamiliar

He never wants to sleep alone- even if he doesn’t want to talk, he never wants to fall asleep without you two holding each other

Will just sit in silence and admire you as you work

Hobi

Loves painting your nails. Sometimes they’re really nice, sometimes they’re a little goofy looking. But he’s proud of himself every time

Chronic “Good morning 🥰” and “Good night 😴” texter (with the emojis)

Will compliment you about anything and everything. From your makeup to your laugh to how you look when you sleep

Joon

Loves pet names. He’s called you “my baby” more than your actual name

He feels shitty about going on tour and leaving you alone, so whenever he comes back he has gifts from every city they went to

If you wait up for him and fall asleep on the couch, he’ll carry you to bed. No matter how tired he is, he’ll carry you over and tuck you in

Jimin

Makes you Lego, paper, and pipe-cleaner flower bouquets instead of buying real ones. He likes how cute they are

Loves face kissing- he’ll kiss all over your cheeks and forehead because “you’re too cute. I can’t help myself!”

Will pour and whine to get your attention. It’s really easy to give into, too. He’s amazing at it

Tae

Only goes cologne shopping with you- he doesn’t want anything he wears to give you a headache

Doesn’t even let you look at a bill. He’ll practically snatch it away from you

Hums your favorite songs throughout the day, either to wake you up or put you to sleep

Jungkook

Likes to hold pinkies in public because he’s too shy to hold hands but is worried about losing track of you

Very much a photo updates person- you could be in the middle of work and he’ll send you a picture like “look at this cool beetle I found”

Lets you play with his hair and falls asleep every time. Doesn’t matter what you do, but ikt’ll knock him out

#bts #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #delulu #im mentally stable i swear #bts x reader

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my fuckin heart, bro <333

💭easy

pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader

word count: 912

tags: non!idol au, estabilished relationship, just fluff

warnings: i guess none!

author's note: aaa i managed to write something between my exams!! just a little idea that popped in my head (((jeongin brainrot is real guys))) also totally not proofread🫣 feedback and reblogs highly appreciated 🫶🏽

since you were a kid you've never felt comfortable in dresses and skirts. when you saw other girls dressed in pretty clothes, you were so jealous, not feeling okay with wearing one yourself. you've always wanted to buy some and choose cute outfits, but every time you tried them on at the store, you felt weird and ended up not buying a single one.

and then you met jeongin, your favourite fashionista and boyfriend. he's always been supportive of your choices, never trying to push the boundaries, letting you wear whatever you wanted. you were really grateful for him, he made you feel understood and safe.

now you were in the middle of the mall, shopping around with jeongin, since he wanted to buy some new clothes. you wandered around the shelves, looking for something for yourself. your attention was caught by some skirts on the hangers. you started to shyly look through them, thinking they were so pretty. you didn't hear your boyfriend when he approached you and saw what you were looking at.

"you wanna try them?" he asked softly, scaring you a bit. "um… i dunno" you mumbled, hiding your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. he waited for you to continue. "i mean, i think so, it's just… you know" you hesitated. jeongin knew exactly what you were talking about, looking at you with fond eyes. "i mean, you can try them on and if you don't like it then we don't have to buy it" he reassured you with a gentle smile and you nodded. you picked a few skirts you liked the most and went to the dressing room. jeongin followed you and waited for you to wear them. when you tried the first one on, a green one with frills, you felt… unsure? you liked the way it look on you, but you also had the same feeling as usual - the weird feeling you couldn't really describe. you left the fitting room, looking for jeongin. when he spotted you, he smiled so wide his eyes almost disappeared. "how do you feel baby?" he asked you, staring at you and thinking that you looked really cute. "i like this one, it's pretty. but i still feel weird, i don't know if i should buy it," you said with a loud exhale, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. "you know what, i have an idea, give me a minute," he said suddenly, placing a quick peck on your cheek and disappearing into the store. he returned a few minutes later with another skirt in hand. you looked at him, confused. didn't he like the one you were wearing? "i'm gonna buy a skirt too, so you won't be the one wearing it," he exclaimed proudly, smiling at you. "innie, you don't have to do this" you whispered, moved by his intentions. "but i want to! besides, i've already come up with a great outfit including this skirt," he said, taking your hand. "i'm not gonna force you to buy it, but i know you wanted it for so long… i just want you to be happy," he added, looking deeply into your eyes. you inhaled deeply, nodding your head and smiling widely, making your way to the register.

a few days later both of you had a day off. the weather was so beautiful that you wanted to go out and just spend time together. you decided to take a long walk by the han river and then have a picnic in the afternoon. "hey, baby, let's wear our skirts today!" jeongin approached you, excitement easily noticeable in his voice. "are you really, really sure you wanna do it?" you questioned. it felt unreal, him buying a skirt in order for you to feel better. it was just so thoughtful of him and you felt you were going to cry. "um, duh? of course i wanna do it. come on, i've picked a really nice outfit and it can't go to waste!" you laughed at his words and went after him to wear your new clothes.

you left the house with a pounding heart, holding jeongin's hand to ground yourself a little. he didn't seem to care about the skirts, even though some people threw weird looks at him. but he was just happy spending time with you, basking in your company. you two spent a lot of time walking around and talking about nonsense, laughing at each other's jokes and eating tasty street food. you were getting more and more comfortable, starting to forget about your outfits and simply enjoying the moment. in the afternoon, you two sat on the blanket by the river. the sun was starting to say goodbye to the world and you laid down with the head on jeongin's lap, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "i'm proud of you" he whispered suddenly. you opened you eyes and looked up at him. "you don't have to be, i didn't do anything extraordinary. it's just a piece of material after all…" you stated quietly. "i know, but still… you got out of your safe zone and it's quite a big step, don't you think?" you didn't answer that. instead, you just smiled, closing your eyes and inhaling fresh air. jeongin was right, it was a big step. but it wouldn't be so easy for you if you didn't have him by your side. for you everything was easier with him.

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bang chan appreciation post <3

#skz bang chan #skz bang chan appreciation #I love his nose with my entire being omfg

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Fluff!Bang Chan Imagine

Genderless Y/N has a rough day and gets overstimulated at work. When they get home, Chan is there to help calm things down. (I don't write fluff or Y/N stuff, so don't be mean lol) word count: 1786 cw: pretty detailed depiction of overstimulating situations ______________________________________________________________ As the big hand on the clock joins its partner, the work day is officially over. That’s normally good. Especially today. 

It's been a particularly stressful day at work. Nothing insane had happened- it wasn’t as if someone had a stroke in their office. But little things had piled up all day. 

For example, you’d woken up late. Not having time to stop and get coffee from the shop near you, you decided to get some at work. You took a crowded, stuffy metro ride all the way to work, just to be met with a broken coffee machine. It was like that all day. Someone coughing too loud and far too near you. Having to rush through your lunch. A meeting running just ten minutes too long. Nothing particularly unbearable, but the overstimulation sank in fast. It was like your skin was burning but only on the inside. Every sound too loud, every smell too strong. It was unbearable. 

So, usually, 7:00 would be a relief. But today it’s a new worry. Rush hour traffic. Everyone’s going to be on the train. It’d be just like this morning, except people would be even more annoyed this time. Pushing, snapping, more teenagers running around outside the stations. 

Your hands tremble with mounting anxiety as your train speeds towards home. Three stops left. You think to yourself, white-knuckling the pole on your left. The train lurches to a halt. Someone steps on your toe and the pain is amplified, swimming up your leg like neurotoxin. The man mutters an apology and bows his head a bit before hurrying off.

Two stops left. The person next to you is blasting their music too loud. Someone keeps swinging their foot- it’s clipping against the ground. Yet another person coughs too loudly. You swallow harshly and screw your eyes shut. The train stops. More people get off, more people get on. 

One stop left. You think, biting the inside of your cheek. Just one more… A baby starts crying at the other end of the car. Someone forgot to silence their phone- the tone is blaring from mere feet away. More coughing, sneezing. What if you get sick? Oh, God, you’re going to get sick- 

The train stops and you practically throw yourself off. There’s no time to stay still. You make your way off the train, tap out of the station, and make your way up the steps in almost one fluid motion. Your legs speed up faster and faster until you’re practically running up the stairs to your building. Fingers still shaking, you manage to get the key in the door, turn around and try not to slam the door as you shut it.

You take a deep breath, and immediately a small sense of calm fills your lungs. The neurotoxin that’s wrapped its tendrils around your bones is being fought off by the faint, sweet smell of your boyfriend’s apartment.

“Y/N?” Chan’s voice creeps around the walls of your house. “You finally home?” It’s slow, calm. It sounds like he’s been relaxed for a while. You don’t have the energy to wonder when he got home or why. All you know is that he is. 

Instead of responding, you take your shoes off and place them on their designated rack. While you’re fussing around with them, slipper-muffled footsteps creep up behind you. 

“Y/N?” Despite being sing-songy, Chan’s saying your name still makes you jump. You turn around to face him, unsure of how to react. He knows what to do, though, and hugs you. It’s a happy hug, one that continues fighting off the blackness in your stomach. He kisses the top of your head and pulls back, holding your face in his hands. He smiles to himself, running his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Hi.” He says, the smile on his face widening to a grin. You can’t help but smile back. Despite how shitty you feel, it’s impossible not to. That pretty dimpled smile… It's contagious. It’s as if the gods took all the stars from the sky and put them in his eyes, where his teeth are. So warm and bright, no matter how big or small it is. So you smile. 

“Hi,” You manage back. You don’t have much energy to talk, but there was so much love in that single word you couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re gonna wash up, right? After work ‘n’ everything?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Cool. I’m gonna go back to our room.” He pauses, as if he's thinking of something else to say. When he can't find anything, he just kisses you again. 

His lips feel perfect yours. Pillowy, soft, still tasting of the cherry Vaseline he applied hours ago. He holds the kiss for a second longer than most gentle kisses are. His hand stays holding yours for a moment later. Even in such small movements, he’s clinging to the softness, the innocence. 

He can sense the anxiety that’s mounted in your chest, your throat. He doesn’t want to rush you into talking, he just wants his baby better. So he holds it. He clings to the calmness for just a second longer. 

You pull back and smile at him. He nods and turns around, fingertips skimming the door frame as he walks back into your bedroom.

Washing up is fast but is in no way fun. Your soul still feels like it’s scratching to get out. The smell of steam is the only thing in the bathroom, and without Chan’s smell or the soft touch of his skin, the toxin is back in your bloodstream. You can feel each individual jet of water from the showerhead, each drop of soap, each plume of steam rising off your skin. You don’t stay in that shower very long

You’re able to bundle yourself in pajamas. Safe fabric, finally. Something soft, familiar. That worn out t-shirt you stole from Chan. The shorts that are a bit too stretch out but you can’t bring yourself to toss. Nothing too tight, too smooth, too rough. Everything’s safe. 

You run your fingers over the hem of the shirt as you walk into your bedroom, the cool fabric slipping between your fingertips.

Peering into the bedroom, you just sit and admire your boyfriend for a few seconds. It’s clear he’s going to go to sleep early. Despite it only being about 8:00 or so, he’s already shirtless and partially under the blankets. He’s lazily scrolling on his phone, a thousand-yard stare painting his eyes. And yet that bright, joyful smile hasn’t left his face. It’s more tired now. Much more gentle. Much less upturned. But there’s so much peace in his face. The faint magenta light that glows against his walls has painted his skin a beautiful mural of pinks and purples. He looks like something you’d find in a prodigy’s photography portfolio.

You take a deep breath and walk in, clambering on top of the mattress. Without a second of consideration, you lie face down on his torso. Resting the side of your face in the middle of his chest, you slip your arms under his back, holding him close to you. He’s smooth and warm, his typical gentle, warm smell filling your nose. You take a deep breathe, letting your lungs fill with him. 

Without a second’s hesitation, Chan rests one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head. He looks down and kisses your, his lips brushing ever so faintly across the top of your head.

“Why, hello there, my pretty baby.” He muses, his voice high and playful. He may be tired, but he’s overflowing with happiness at the mere sight of you. Being able to see, touch, smell you. Each sense activated is another damn bursting with golden light. 

Hi. You think. You don’t respond out loud. You want to. Really, you do. But there’s no energy. WIth the overstimulation fading away, all you can feel is how tired you are and how shitty you feel.

Chan strokes your head lightly with his fingertips, trying to lull you into a calmer state of mind. It’s working, thankfully, and he wants to make sure it stays working.

“You okay?” He asks you, his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Mm-mm.” You manage, unmoving beneath is soothing hands. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Mm-mm.” 

He sighs. You can’t see it, but he nods. 

“That’s okay.” He assures you. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to.” He kisses your head again, this time longer. He holds your head a bit firmer, pressing you into his lips. “I love you so much, my baby.” He sighs. 

With that, he doesn’t say anything else.

You stay like that for a while. The only sounds are the pitter-patter of an approaching storm against the window and the breaths of Chan beneath you. His warmth leaks into you, that golden love inside of him infecting you yet again. Sticky sweet honey that holds the two of you together. 

Each breath you take in unison, every small circle of fingertips on skin, all the tiny kisses you press into each other. With each and every miniscule act of love, you’re pulled closer together. Closer to each other’s souls, closer to sleep. 

Eventually, the overstimulation and anxiety has completely leached itself out of your body. His fingertips no longer feel like hands. You’re able to snuggle deeper into his chest, he’s able to hold you tighter. He buries his face in your hair as you bury yours in his skin. He smells good. He smells like home. 

Despite sleep dangling above your head like an anvil tied with twine, it’s yet to knock you out. Your eyes are shut, your body is still. Yet you still haven’t passed out. No matter if you have or not, it’s comfortable. It’s sweet. It’s safe.

After a half house of this wake-sleep silence, Chan speaks up again. His voice is raspy and deep, indicative of someone about to pass out themselves. Still, he doesn’t stop himself from speaking to you again.

“I know you had a bad day, and I want you to remember that tomorrow’s going to be better. Even if work is worse, I’ll be waiting right here when you get home. I promise. I’ll be waiting right here for you. I’ll always be here to make sure you’re alright. You’re the love of my life, Y/N. I can’t just let you feel like shit.” He takes a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

He presses one final kiss onto your head, and as his lips leave your skin, you’re finally pulled under.

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