"Before I Go To Sleep, I Imagine You're By My Side"- Lee Haechan Imagine

"Before I go to sleep, I imagine you're by my side"- Lee Haechan Imagine

Haechan has been suffocating you for the last hour and a half, and you can't even complain.

You run your hand through your boyfriend's hair, loving the softness of it against your fingertips, despite the constant damage it went through.

Your current position, Haechan lying on you almost completely, face buried in the crook of your neck and hands wrapped tightly around your waist, was not comfortable at all, but it was familiar, and you missed it.

You sigh, shaking Haechan's shoulders gently, almost lazily.

"We should really get up", you mumble, blinking sleepily at the clock on the wall. 2:00 a.m. You should have went to sleep ages ago, considering you were both suffering from jet lag, but both of you were too busy marveling over the fact that you were actually together once again, that the tiredness somehow disappeared.

Until now that is.

You yawn once again, feeling your eyes tear up from the force of it, and you shake your boyfriend once again, a bit harder this time. "Yah, Lee Haechan. Get up".

"Don't wanna", Haechan whines into your neck, his breath hot and tingling against your skin. His fingers tighten around your waist slightly as he speaks, as if he's afraid you'll detach yourself from him any second now.

"Well, I can't feel my legs anymore, and if we sleep like this the whole night, you're going have to carry me all day tommorow.", you threaten, forcing your voice to sound steely, even though your heart melts a bit at your boyfriend's cuteness.

You smile triumphantly when Haechan groans in defeat, lifting his head up to glare at you in annoyance before finally pushing himself up from you, supporting himself on his elbows.

He looks like a puppy right now, with his messy chestnut hair covering his eyes, his golden skin, and his cute moles, scattered over his face like stars. You really want to kiss them.

Unfortunately, you can't risk Haechan returning to his previous position, so you force yourself to get up from the couch, your limbs screaming to you to stay where you are.

"Come on", you say softly when you're finally standing, reaching a hand out to Haechan, he looks just as tired as you feel, eyes nearly closed shut, a pout of distaste on his lips.

You feel your heart thump loudly when he gets up, intertwining your fingers, and how does everything he does still send you into a frenzy, even after nearly two years of a relationship?

You walk like that to your room, shoulders bumping occasionally, half because of the exhaustion and half because of the constant need to be in touch, to feel each other.

When you finally reach the bedroom, Haechan doesn't hesitate to push you on the bed, legs almost immediately tangling with yours, arms pulling you close, so you're pressed against his chest, just above his heart.

You don't even bring up showering or brushing your teeth, giving in to the tiredness you've been fighting all day.

You snuggle closer to Haechan, letting your eyes close, enjoying the smell of him, an addicting mixture of pine trees and strawberries.

"Goodnight Haechannie", you whisper, barely conscious anymore, arms tightening around Haechan's slim waist in a gesture you hope conveys how much you missed him, how happy you are right now, just being like this in his arms.

"Hmm... Goodnight baby... I love you", you hear just before you fall asleep, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, a habit Haechan has since you started dating.

You don't say anything back, already falling slowly into Dreamland, but you know you don't need to.

You're home.

NCT Dream reaction to you wanting to cuddle:

Renjun:

Will find it a bit amusing and will get super shy and blushy whenever you walk over to him with a pout, crawling into the space next to him on the couch. Is low-key melting inside from your cuteness but tries really hard not to let you see it, not wanting to lose his savage demeanor. Will wraps his arms around your waist from behind and bury his head in your shoulder, trying to hide his lovesick smile. Sometimes he'll rub circles on your hipbones with his thumbs, or leave small butterfly kisses on your shoulder and neck to make you laugh. Both of you don't really talk much when you cuddle, simply basking in each other's comforting presence and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

"Why are you so clingy today?"

Jeno:

Non stopping giggling UWU. Is so soft for your cuddles, he literally can't wipe the smile of his face. Let's you sabotage him as much as you want, even if you take up all the space on the sofa and sprawl over him completely. Loves resting his head on top of yours and carding his fingers through your hair. Might hum a song if he's in the mood, or tickle your sides when he feels more playful... just anything to make you smile really.

"Hmm... Your hair smells nice."

Haechan:

Teases you whenever you waddle towards him with your hands outstretched, a small frown on your lips after a tiring day of work. At first he pretends to be busy and unable to cuddle, but the second you give up and start to turn around, he's already grabbing your arm and pulling you into his embrace. Doesn't care how you cuddle, as long as you do. He can be the big spoon, little spoon, on top of you, or under you, it honestly doesn't matter. Cuddling with Haechan always last at least two hours, and if you even try to move away from him, he whines immediately, pulling you impossibly closer. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you sleep, sometimes Haechan kisses you all over your face until you die from laughter, and sometimes, once in a while when Hyuck feels soft, he'll whisper to you sweet words, making you feel warm all over.

"How do I put up with you all day? You're lucky you're cute".

Jaemin:

The second you curl up into his arms, Jaemin already has a huge smile on his face, happy and content with holding you. Pulling you closer, he'll tangle your legs together, and wrap his hands around your back until your face to face, foreheads pressed together. He loves that position, because the closer you are the better, in his humble opinion. You like the position as well, because it always leads to your boyfriend pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. Sometimes when he's in his bratty mood, he'll tickle you all of the sudden, just when you started to get comfortable, making you screech and try to push him off of you helplessly. Either way, it always ends with you falling asleep, hands intertwined and faces pressed close together.

"Aww, does my baby need a hug?"

Chenle:

The happiest baby dolphin alive. Hugs you so tight and laughs at every single word and touch from you. Cuddling with him is loud, like everything else with Chenle. Non stop talking, laughing and shrieking. He loves to cuddle with his head on your chest and you petting his hair, or when you're both squeezed tightly in a bear hug, limbs tangled together. Teases you occasionally, boasting about how you can't live without him and how comfortable he must be. Despite all the jokes, he's always the one not willing to let go first, pouting at you with puppy eyes and making grabby hands towards you in an attempt to make you stay (which usually works).

"I know you love me, but do you really need to hug me so tightly?"

Jisung:

A shy bean. Freezes a bit when he feels you wrap your arms around him, but quickly melts when you lay your head on his chest, playing with the material of his T-shirt. He's probably a little red, but you pretend not to see it, and it always takes a few seconds before he wraps his own arms around your waist. The two of you are usually fairly quiet, staring at the TV in peace, and sometime along the way Jisung's hands end up in your hair, playing with the strands, or sometimes he plays with your hands, intertwining your fingers over and over again and brushing his thumb along your knuckles. Tends to stare at you a lot when he thinks your asleep or not looking, and has the biggest heart eyes. Almost always ends up falling asleep as well, pulling you closer to him in his sleep, and it's always worth the back aches you have the day after.

"Woah, you surprised me!"

My Mafia Girlfriend- Kim Taehyung

When you come back home, it's four o'clock in the morning. No sane girl would be roaming on the streets at this hour, but you're not any girl. And maybe you're just not sane, either.

You walk a bit faster, dying to reach the familiar apartment and change out of your sticky clothes. The blood and the sweat was clinging to the fabric, making you feel disgusting and even more exhausted, the mere thought of having to take a shower and not going to sleep immediately weighing you down.

Climbing up the stairs of the building you live in was almost impossible, your legs screaming in protest at every step taken. When you finally reach the oak door, old and smelling like home, you let out an audible sigh of relief, fishing your keys from the back pocket of your dirty khaki pants.

You slip the key into the keyhole, opening the door with a slight creak against the carpeted floor. It's warm inside the small apartment you've learned to call home, like all the moonlight in the world gathered in this room.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

There it is. You smile uncontrollably at the voice you love so much. It's deep, ocean deep, a tinge of hesitation appearing in it, and maybe a little fear, too.

Your grin widens when he enters the living room. He's wearing another one of his checkered pyjama pants, the kind you always tease him for. His grey t-shirt is obviously old, the color faded out, but you know from personal experience he won't agree to throw it out, no matter how much you beg.

"That's a nice bat you have there.", you say, not trying to hide the amusement in your voice as you look at the metal bat your boyfriend is holding tightly in his right hand, here from the time he decided to try baseball (that lasted two weeks).

Taehyung pouts, lips jutting out cutely at your teasing, and he furrows his eyebrows in what seems to be annoyance. "You can never know who passes through that door", he shrugs, setting the bat on the wall beside him.

You shake your head, pursing your lips to stop another smile from surfacing. You're too in love, too breathless, and you know it.

Taehyung seems to be the same, when he steps towards you slowly, almost shyly, until you're face to face, his right hand coming up to push a strand of clumpy hair from your face.

"You tired?", he asks sweetly, his chocolate eyes studying you carefully, reading your body language like only he could.

You nod, feeling your eyes drooping slightly lower at the question, and tangle your hands in Taehyung's soft black curls, unbrushed and unruly on the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Taehyung's face is so close to yours you can see the sparkles in his eyes, the way his mouth curls into a small smile when you yawn, tucking your head in the warm skin of his neck.

His hands fall to your waist, fingertips digging ever so gently into the skin of your hips, not caring at all that you smell and reek of death and evil. "You're such a baby.", he says with a grin, eyes squinting into small crescents and mouth forming a boxy shape. "Let's take you to the shower".

You let your lover drag you to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist delicately as he leads you forward, occasionally helping you regain your balance when you stumble.

Taehyung helps you take off your clothes when you reach the bathroom, peeling off your blood-soaked tank top, his face not showing any hint of discomfort or disgust, despite the situation being both.

Over the years you've been dating, Taehyung had learned to not ask you about the mafia part of your life. He learned to avoid asking about strange wounds, or blood stains, instead choosing to take care of you quietly.

Taehyung understood, eventually, that he was your safe place. The one person you didn't have to act tough with, that you didn't have to be strong with. The one person who could call you a 'baby' without you driving a bullet through his skull.

You watch Taehyung's face as he takes off your pants slowly, eyes scanning your body for any serious injury, his bottom lip sucked between his upper teeth, his golden skin shining under the harsh light above you.

You don't even realize how long you've been staring, until Taehyung lets out a chuckle, snapping his fingers in front of your face. "Stay with me for a bit, sweetie. I'm going to get you your clothes."

You blink, not missing the fond look Taehyung sends you, and walk in zombie like steps towards the now full bathtub, letting out a sigh of content when your feet touch the warm water.

It's easy to forget like this, with the water slowly rinsing you clean, your muscles finally relaxing after a day of being used nonstop.

You close your eyes, feeling your breathing steadying against your chest, almost as if you've been unknowingly holding it in until now.

"Baby."

Taehyung's hand, running down the side of your face gently, wiping the water under your eyes with a calloused thumb. "I hate to wake you up, but you should get dressed and go to bed. It's late."

You nod, mumbling something incoherent, and let Taehyung bring you to your feet and rinse you off one last time, his hand running over your body like the water, smooth and comfortable.

And then you're stepping out of the bathtub, and there's a fluffy white towel wrapping around your body, soft to the touch and smelling like conditioner and chocolate chip cookies.

You can hear Taehyung humming a song under his breath as he dries you off, making sure there's not a spot left damp. His voice rings in your ears, so soft and melodic, and you think that if your boyfriend wanted, he could definitely be a singer, could be anything, actually.

Soft wool is being pulled over your head, getting caught for a second on the bridge of your nose, and Taehyung releases it carefully, laughing under his breath.

You recognize the clothing as your favorite gown, or more like, Taehyung's favorite, since he insisted you needed something cute in your closet, just for the house, something that isn't dark and gloomy and meant for camoflauge.

Even though you had laughed when you first saw it, you had grown to like it. Grown to like the soft feeling against your skin, the soft pink color and the constant smell of strawberries clinging to it, no matter how much times you washed it. It reminded you of someone you'll never be, but maybe you wished you will.

Everything passes by calmly, Taehyung brushing your hair with dedication, applying ointment to your bruises and mosturizing your face, because, according to your boyfriend, radiant skin is important even for a mafia leader.

Sometimes you still wonder why Kim Taehyung is with you in the first place. Why he didn't leave you the first day you told him who you were, after a month of him asking you out and you declining continuously. Why he had smiled and grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles as if your weren't the worst person alive. Why he said in the most nonchalant voice possible: "I never dated a mafia leader before. But it sounds pretty cool".

There were times you felt guilty. Guilty for being a burden, a horrible girlfriend who returns so late at night and drives him crazy with worry. A girlfriend who had to be taken care of so frequently, who forces him to hide in his home and live in constant fear of a bad guy knocking on his door.

You had your fights, had screamed and cried and threw stuff in the past. You even tried to break up. But the thing that Taehyung prides himself for the most is his strong will. And you loved him too much, too much to be a good person. Too much to let go.

And it was one night, one night where everything felt so intimate, as if even the moon was hidden to give you privacy, that Taehyung pulled you close, his hands closing around the hem of your shirt desperately, the two of you chest to chest and heart to heart, and he had whispered against your lips, so softly you almost couldn't hear him.

"I know that everything you do, is to protect me. That when you go out there and fight against whoever it is, you fight for me. So don't push me away, Y/N, because I live to take care of you, just like you go to battle for me."

You had stopped then, stopped fighting the one fight you couldn't win, and let yourself succumb completely to the hands of the one you loved. Even when the fear kept running through your mind occasionally, paralyzing you with thoughts of him leaving, or worse, getting hurt because of you.

Before you know it, you're in bed, tucked into the covers, squeaky clean and smelling like roses and strawberries. You wonder what people would think if they were to see you right now. The leader of the biggest mafia gang in Seoul, so pliant under the hands of a man. Surprisingly, you couldn't care less.

Taehyung slips into the covers beside you, and throws an arm across your waist, pulling you even closer so your back was completely pressed to his sturdy chest.

His breathing is steadying slowly, soft puffs of air hitting your nape rthymntically, causing your eyes to shut as well, the calming sounds of his breathing along with the rising and falling of his chest lulling you to sleep.

But just before you fall into the depths of sleep, you turn in your boyfriend's hold, in your savior's hold, and press a kiss to his perfect lips, so soft you think you might have imagined doing it.

"I love you.", You whisper, a scream in the silence of the night, but barely heard with the beating of your heart. Because Taehyung was always the fighter between the two of you, no matter how much people you kill, and he gave his heart to you without second thought, placed it in the palms of a murderer.

You promise to yourself every night to cherish his heart, to protect it from the world you couldn't protect yourself from.

And when you fall asleep like that, forehead pressed against Taehyung's, fingers intertwined with his and hearts conjoined, you know that Kim Taehyung was the best, maybe the only good choice, you've ever made.

10:03 PM:

"Just move the weight of your body from one side to the other", Haechan instructs you, standing in the corner of the practice room with his arms crossed, looking at you expectingly.

You sigh, bringing your hands to run across your hair with desperation. "I'm so bad at this, though", you whine, pouting at your boyfriend from your spot in front of the mirror.

Haechan laughs at your face, pushing himself off the wall as he walks over to you, hands tucked into the back pockets of his jeans.

"You're so cute, though", he says in the same sulky tone you had talked to him previously, an annoyingly cute pout gracing his lips as he approaches you.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, glaring at Haechan when he finally stops in front of you, an amused grin playing across his plump lips.

You really want to punch him in the face, but it's really hard to do when he's standing so close to you, with his soft caramel hair and chocolate eyes, looking like everything you've ever dreamed of.

Before you can stop yourself, you're leaning in, pressing your lips against Haechan's soft ones, your hands sliding to lock behind his neck.

Your boyfriend lets out a gasp of surprise, unused to you being the one that initiates the skinship in your relationship, but almost immediately comes back to his senses, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his body.

The kiss that had started off as soft and gentle somehow escalates as Haechan's tongue enters your mouth, your hands running in the latter's hair, twisting the soft strands between your fingers.

Haechan's hands rub soft circles against your hip, slipping under his oversized hoodie that you're currently wearing, and you let out a gasp when his warm palms glide over the skin of your lower back.

You stay like that for awhile, and it may be a few seconds or a few minutes before Haechan starts to pull away, leaving a few last gentle pecks on your mouth, eyes still half closed and hair tousled from your continuous pulling and tugging.

Brushing his nose against yours, your boyfriend kisses your cheek and forehead sweetly before pulling away completely. "Okay, from the top."

Your eyes snap open, the romantic atmosphere disappearing when you stare with shock at Haechan, burying your face in your hands.

"Nooo, I thought we were done with that", you whine, eyes closed as you try to figure out how the hell does this end with you repeating the same cursed dance routine once again.

Haechan laughs loudly above you, and you remove your hands from your eyes to look at the amused guy. "The kissing was great, but unfortunately it didn't give me a concussion".

Stray Kids when you wear their hoodie:

Bang Chan:

He loves it too much lol. To the point where he leaves his hoodies in your apartment to increase the chances of you wearing them next time he comes over. Thinks seeing you with his oversized wool sweater, hair in a messy bun and cute sweater paws is some sort of heaven on earth. Has such an obvious soft spot for it it's not a joke anymore lmao. Like he'll just be so smiley and touchy. Whenever he stops gushing over you, he'll look at you again and he won't be able not to smile uwu. Cuddles you for hours on hours on end, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulders and cheeks. Pouts if you merely consider taking off his hoodie around him, even if it's a 100 degrees outside.

"You look so cute in my hoodie, baby! You should wear it more."

Lee Know:

Low-key loves it. Will tease the hell out of you and chastise you jokingly whenever you wear his hoodie, complaining that he doesn't have any clothes left and that he doesn't trust you to take care of his designer clothes smh. But he does it mostly to see you blush and cover your face with your cute af sweater paws. Smiles to himself secretly when he sees you drowning in his clothes, looking completely his. With all his complaints, he will straight up get grumpy if he sees you taking off one of his hoodies, and he will jump on the opportunity to throw you one of his sweaters, although he will most definitely throw you some savage remark in hopes of protecting his image.

"Here, take this. You look better in my clothes, anyway."

Changbin:

He isn't as soft for you in his hoodies as Chan, rather he's just a softie in general uwu. Will probably make a face when he sees you in one of his long-lost hoodies, but he can't help but smile slightly when he sees you give him your famous puppy eyes. Low-key thinks you look cute af, and he's a bit proud seeing you, protected and cherished in his clothes. (Finally someone can wear his clothes without it being too small lol). So with all his scolding, he will still let you take another hoodie at the end of your date, even if he knows that it won't return to him.

"Aish, you're lucky you look cute in my clothes..."

Hyunjin:

This flustered baby uwu. He becomes a blushing mess whenever he sees you with his hoodies. Because you're so much shorter than him, his clothes are practically curtains on you, especially his sweaters and sweatshirts, which hang on your body like dresses. Really likes seeing you in his hoodies, but is too shy to ask you to wear them because he's afraid you'll think he's weird, so instead he "forgets" his hoodies at your place, and continues to forget them even when you remind him lol. Has to gather all his confidence to compliment you on how you look, and then it's just the two of you blushing all over the place and avoiding each other's eyes uwu.

"M-my hoodie looks nice on you- I mean- you look cute-"

Han:

He probably dreamed about the day that you'll be comfortable enough with him to steal his hoodies. It just always seemed so domestic and adorable to him, and he wanted to be the one person you could always trust to provide you and take care of you. The day he'll see you in one of his hoodies, he won't even try to hide his excitement. He'll straight up put a hand on his heart and start shouting about how cute you look and how you're giving him a heart attack lol. From then on, he'll just be giving you all of his clothes lmfao. He won't even try to hide the fact that he leaves piles of his clothes in your house every day, and he'll be super offended if you won't wear at least one piece of his clothing every time you meet.

"Ohmygodyoulooksocuteican'teven"

Felix:

This cuddle bug uwu. The first time he saw you wearing his hoodie, he probably got a little shy. He tried to hide how much he loved it by covering his flaming cheeks with his hands, but it was still obvious with the way he was stuttering compliments at you. Pretty soon, he became more open when it came to expressing how much he likes you in his clothes, and he'd be very straightforward about it, always suggesting you take his clothes and throwing you his hoodies whenever possible. To be honest, he'd probably buy himself clothes just so you could wear them lol. Also, he becomes super cuddly and kissy when he sees you with his soft sweaters and shirts, so it's basically a win for both of you lol.

"Here, take this, it's getting chilly outside."

Seungmin:

Pretends not to like it smh. Always making faces, scrunching his nose and huffing dramatically whenever he sees you wearing one of his huge hoodies. On top of his constant complaining, he also teases you whenever you ask him if you can take one of his biggest sweaters, saying you like him too much and that you like to feel small, which you can't really deny, but still gets you all shy and flustered. Despite everything, Seungmin will always give you his hoodies when you ask for them, and he'll even get a bit cuddly, pecking your lips gently and hugging you more than usual.

"You're so small, I can barely see you in my hoodie."

I.N:

Doesn't react too much on the outside, but on the inside he's straight up having a disco party lmao. Thinks you look adorable in your clothes, even cuter than how you usually are. He blushes whenever you ask for one of his large sweaters, and blushes even more after he accidentally says 'of course!' with too much enthusiasm. Hands you specific hoodies which he thinks will look the best on you (he definitely spent time looking at them and thinking which one will look the prettiest uwu) and bursts the biggest uwu after seeing you changed to the soft material, just barely brushing your knees. Can't help but smile widely and hug you more than usual, pressing kisses all over your face.

"This one will look great on you! I mean, I think it will..."

BTS when you cry:

Kim Seokjin:

Sometimes life sucked, and today was apparently one of these days. You had the worst day possible: You did horrible at your mid-final exam, you spilled scorching coffee all over yourself, you fell asleep in class due to the lack of caffeine, and your professor scolded you in front of the whole class.

The only thing you really wanted to do was go back to your apartment and cuddle with your favorite blanket with chocolate (and some alcohol maybe), and cry over your shitty luck.

Luckily, Seokjin, your boyfriend, wasn't supposed to be home till the late night, so you didn't have to be afraid of him coming into your apartment and seeing you in your pathetic state.

Dropping your bag at the door carelessly, you let the door of your house close behind you as you kick off your black sneakers, yeeting them to the other side of the living room as you drop on the blue cushioned sofa with a sigh.

The tears almost immediately flood to your eyes, and you clutch the comforting red wool blanket around you tightly as the first sob erupts your mouth quietly, your body shaking lightly as you let out all the negative feelings you've been harboring the whole day.

You don't know how much time you lay there, crying, but eventually the toll of the day overcomes you and you close your eyes, still sniffling. Sleep catches up to you quickly, and you fall asleep, streaks of tears still leaving paths of sadness along your red cheeks.

~

"Y/N~~ Sweetie, get up and get to bed, it's late."

Your eyes blink open slowly at the sound of Jin's soft voice, burning slightly from the long time you spent crying. Your eyesight is still blurry, your mind in haze, and you're positive you look like shit, with your red eyes and runny nose.

Wait.

You freeze when your eyes finally focus on your boyfriend, whose eyes slowly turn concerned as he sees your current state, quickly putting two plus two together.

He looks tired, his brown hair covered by a mustard colored snapback, nearly drowning in his oversized white and green striped long sleeved shirt. His eyes that were half closed just seconds ago are now wide and worried as he rushes to your side, sitting in the empty space beside you.

"Hey, what's wrong, love?", he says gently, cupping your face in his big hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs as he hugs you tightly, rearranging the blanket to cover the both of you.

You honestly don't have any more energy to do anything, including making up an excuse for how you look. Jin could easily see through you anyway.

So you tell him. He doesn't say anything the whole time you talk, simply humming here and there to indicate he's listening, while he continues to cuddle you close to him, pressing his lips into your hair.

When you finish, you have to admit that you feel slightly better, Jin's secure arms around you and the warmth he radiates making something in your heart heal slowly.

"Y/N, you know I'm always here for you, right?", Jin says gently, making sure not to sound too demanding as he runs a hand down your back soothingly.

You nod, burying your face in his neck and breathing in the comforting smell of his skin, an addicting mixture of flowers and spice.

"Please don't hide from me, sweetie. I don't promise I'll always be able to help you, but I'll always listen and do anything to make you feel better.", Jin's voice is serious, unlike usually, so you know he thinks this is very important, and that makes something in your heart melt just a little more.

You smile against the skin of your boyfriend's neck, unable to hide the immense love you feel for the man holding you, and you nod once again against his warm skin.

"Okay".

Min Yoongi:

"Can you please talk to me, Yoongi? Please.", you beg, unable to hide the desperate tone of your voice in front of your boyfriend, who's standing in front of you, dressed for another night of working till the light comes up.

Your boyfriend averts his eyes, sighing once again as he runs a frustrated hand through his night black hair, cursing under his breath quietly.

"I'll come back in the morning, okay? We'll talk then", he promises, like he's been doing for the last week and half, and something in your heart cracks at the sound of another empty promise.

You watch with a dumbfounded expression as your boyfriend turns to leave the room, his black hoodie making him seem even more mysterious and unreachable than he already felt to you, hand twisting the knob of the door to your apartment.

"Yoongles".

Your voice cracks as you say his name, and a tear rolls down your cheek slowly.

You were never much of a crier, but you could feel all your insecurities coming back to you now, the insecurities you've been concealing and silencing since you start dating Min Yoongi.

Feelings that told you that you weren't good enough, that Suga will hide from you like he hides from everyone else.

Yoongi never gave you a reason to feel this way, until now. Until he started going out every night and avoiding you like the plague. Until he started lying to you and telling you he was fine instead of giving you the truth.

Suga turns around, eyes widening slightly as he sees the shining drop of water below your eye. He too, knew how rare it was to see you cry, and the panic slowly surfacing on his face revealed that.

Your boyfriend lets go of the handle slowly, eyes showing pity and care and you hate it, hate feeling like a little kid who needs to be taken care of.

"Y/N", he says gently, walking towards you slowly, as if he's scared you'll run away if he reaches you too fast.

You shake your head, wiping the tears on your cheeks with the back of your hand angrily, and turn around to walk away, cause you hate yourself for stressing Suga even more than he already is.

"Y/N", Suga grabs your wrist firmly, yet gently, stopping you in your place. "Don't walk away from me, just like you didn't want me to walk away from you."

You lower your head, feeling defeated because Suga was right, you can't run away from your problems. You turn around, letting your lover lead you to your blue couch, his hand still clasped around your wrist delicately.

It's silent for a moment as the two of you sit down, none of you knowing where to start, but to your surprise, it's Yoongi who opens his mouth first, still staring into your eyes in a way that assured you that you were going to be okay, if you just talk this out.

"I'm sorry", he starts gently, "I won't go tonight, I'll stay here, and we'll talk this out like you wanted to", he looks down for a second, "Like I want to".

"Just, please don't cry".

Jung Hoseok:

You: Hey, can I come over to the studio?

You stare at the text, blinking away the angry tears filling your eyes. You were close to crying, but the last thing you wanted was to be sad and alone.

Hobi💞: Babyyyyy

Hobi💞: Yeah of course, come right now!!! I'll take a break from work♥️

You smile through your tears at the sight of your boyfriend's excited response, closing your phone and making your way to the waiting taxi outside your apartment.

~

You knock on the door of the studio, running a hand through your hair as you wait for your boyfriend to open the door.

"Comingg~~", the familiar cheerful voice you love so much, and then Hoseok is opening the door with a smile and an enthusiastic squeal, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you inside the comfortable room.

J-hope's smile drops terrifyingly fast when he sees your glassy eyes and hurt expression, previously squinted eyes widening with worry as he grabs your face gently between his warm hands.

"Y/N/N, why are you crying??", your boyfriend asks in an alarmed voice, wiping the tears that were now flowing freely down your cheeks, unrestrained and warm.

You can't answer, simply shaking your head that rests in J-hope's palm and letting him gather you in his arms, pulling you in his secure embrace.

Your boyfriend sits down on his maroon colored chair with you still in his arms, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of him.

"Aw, baby, please don't be sad! I hate seeing you cry!", Hoseok says with a pout, making you let out a wet giggle and lean your head on Hobi's strong shoulder, calming down slowly as he kept rubbing your back gently, humming a tune under his breath.

When the tears finally stop flowing from your eyes, you raise your head up to kiss your lover's cute button nose gently, making him smile sweetly, eyes crinkling at the edges.

The two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds, foreheads pressed together, and you can already see the question in Hoseok's eyes, even if he didn't say it out loud, the worry and care evident in your boyfriend's honey brown eyes.

So you tell him. You tell him about the horrible fight you had with your life-long best friend, how you both shouted at each other and said hurtful things that both of you knew you didn't mean, but still left long scars in your hearts.

You knew you would eventually make up with her, you were both too important for each other to let such a stupid fight mess up your relationship, but you were still sad and scared all the same.

J-hope listened attentively as you explained the whole story, rubbing circle with his thumb on the inside of your upper thigh and leaving occasional butterfly kisses over your face when you had a hard time talking.

When you finish the story Hoseok assures you that you'll come back to each other very soon, and that he's very willing to go talk to her if you're too afraid to make the first step.

"So don't be sad anymore, baby!", J-hope exclaimed with a comforting smile. "I promise it'll be okay! And to make you feel better, I'll dance to 'Baby Shark'!"

You laugh when J-hope puts the children's song on full volume in the small studio, dancing in the most exaggerated way possible, limbs flailing all over the place. He was always willing to do anything, ridiculous as it may seem, to make you happy. That's just one of the million reasons you love him.

Kim Namjoon:

You groan in pain as another round of cramps hits you mercilessly, making you curl into a pathetic ball on the soft leather couch in your apartment.

Periods always affect you a lot, even after taking every step possible to lessen their negative side effects, like taking pills for the pain or putting a hot packet on your stomach.

You took a day off from work today, knowing yourself and how impossible it was for you to go through a day of continuous sitting with nothing to take your miserable state off your mind.

You slept the majority of the day, your time awake revolving around eating and watching anime, nothing more and nothing less.

The only thing that really kept you going though, is the knowledge that Namjoon, your boyfriend, will be here soon. You told him about your problem, and he promised to come over as soon as he can, always willing to change his plans, as busy as he is, for you.

The knock on the door of your apartment is what wakes you up from another restless sleep, and you groan lowly, raising yourself on your elbows as you stare at the door angrily, hating it and whoever the hell is standing behind it and interrupting your much needed sleep.

You get up slowly, wrapping the thick wool blanket around your body as you trudge towards the door, making faces at the jolt of pain you felt every time you took a step.

You open the door, expecting to shout at some very pitiful neighbor who wanted a cup of sugar at the wrong time, but your heart melts too quickly at the sight of your boyfriend at the door, smiling sheepishly.

He's holding a bucket of your favorite flowers, a random assortment of tulips, and in his other hand is a box of your favourite chocolates, Ferrero Roshe.

On his back is a bag which you are sure is filled to the brim with every type of tampon and pad possible, topped with twenty different pain reliving medications.

Your sweet boyfriend rubs the back of his head awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as if afraid you'll kick him out any second now, a small, slightly scared smile, on his face. "Can I come in?"

You don't know why the sight of RM standing like that outside your doorway, all soft blue hoodies and grey sweatpants, with all your period supplies, makes you so emotional. He literally does this every month, yet it still makes your eyes tear up and an ugly sob erupt your throat.

Namjoon's eyes widen at your unexpected crying, walking a few steps forwards, probably to comfort you awkwardly like only he knows, before pausing and walking backwards, eyes filled with regret.

"I'm sorry, do you want me to go?", he asks frantically, obviously confused with what he did wrong, hands reaching out desperately as if to stop your crying just with the force of his will. "Please don't cry".

You shake your head, more sobs erupting your mouth quietly, and wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand carelessly. "No, I just", you pause, still finding it hard to talk. "I just love you so much".

Namjoon sighs visibly at the sound of your answer, smiling in disbelief before shaking his head lightly and coming forward to press a soft peck to your mouth. "Oh, thank god. I love you too, baby."

Park Jimin:

You muffle your sobs with the back of your hand as you watch Hazel Grace cry brokenly at the news that her love, Augustus, died after battling cancer.

You can't count how many times you watched the movie "The Fault In Our Stars" on a two hands, yet this heartbreaking scene still manages to bring you to tears every single time.

"Babe, I'm homeee~~", you shift your gaze from the shimmering TV screen to the door of your apartment at the cheerful voice of your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face rapidly and face contorted in sadness.

Jimin walks through the door with his usual teeth-filled grin and eye smile, dirty blonde hair a mess on his forehead and white mask hanging loosely under his chin.

Your boyfriend halts after a few steps towards you, noticing your red eyes and trembling bottom lip. For a second, his expression is filled with alarm and worry, but he calms down significantly after seeing the crying girl on the screen in front of you, understanding filling his eyes.

"Augustus died again, didn't he?", Jimin asks gently, voice slightly amused yet still caring, as he pulls his leather handbag over head and places it on the floor by your dark blue couch.

You nod, biting your lip to stifle another sob threatening to escape as your boyfriend slowly slips under the soft baby blue blanket you were tucked in, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Baby", Jimin starts sweetly, "life is full of obstacles and hardships, but most people get through them, unlike the movies that like to make everything a lot more dramatic and painful then was it really is", he says carefully, placing his chin on the top of your head.

You bury your head into your boyfriend's neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne, a mixture of pine wood and clean mountain air that always calms you down. "I know, but- they just- loved each other so much. It's not fair.", you whine angrily, wiping your tears with the sleeves of Jimin's oversized hoodie that you were wearing.

Jimin laughs at that beautifully, pressing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as he hugs you tighter, stroking your spine with his fingertips.

"You're so cute, baby", he says, voice filled with fondness as he tilts your chin up to look at you, his deep brown eyes sending chills down your back.

You don't even have time to respond before Jimin is kissing you delicately, hands wrapped around the frame of your body tightly, molding you together, his soft full lips making you melt completely, practically turning into a puddle in his hold.

You sigh into the kiss, forgetting the movie you were just watching and the reason you were crying, forgetting everything because of Jimin and the warmth he radiates, tangling your hand in his hair, the strands fluffy and nice to the touch despite continuous bleaching.

Your tears are slowly drying on your face, disappearing one by one when Jimin pushes you back to lie down on the couch, swallowing your giggle with his lips as he places his hands on the side of your face securely, protecting you from the world, from yourself, like he'd always done.

Kim Taehyung:

You're holding Taehyung's hand tightly in yours, your finger laced together as you wait for your boyfriend's manager to send him the very secret link of the 'ON' music video.

You were the first to see it, along with the rest of the BTS members of course, and you and your boyfriend had gotten ready for the occasion, connecting Tae's phone to the big TV screen in your shared apartment in order to watch the music video in the best quality possible.

"It's up!", Taehyung says with excitement in his voice, squeezing your intertwined hands tightly as he presses on the neon blue link with urgency.

You jump a bit in your spot as you watch the Bighit logo appear, scooching closer on the sofa to be even closer to Taehyung, who smiles at you gently and wraps an arm around your shoulder securely, making sure you're comfortable.

The music video was, obviously, jaw dropping in a way that only BTS and Bighit can create, and you watch the nearly five minute long film with fascination, eyes glued to the screen and not moving for a second.

The whole production is insane, from the choreography to the scenery, the background dancers and the members, of course, standing out with their outstanding visuals and stage presence.

And maybe your eyes were focused a bit more on a certain dark curly headed guy, but are you really to blame? Taehyung was even more amazing than he always was, and even in your biased opinion, you knew he slayed this comeback.

Taehyung was just as focused as you, completely silent, his eyes trained with alarming concentration on the figures on the screen, hardly moving or even blinking.

When the video finally ends, you both stay silent for a few seconds, still speechless, before Taehyung turns to you, a wide smile on his face.

"Hey, I think it came out really we-", your boyfriend's boxy smile drops quickly at the sight of the crystal tears on your cheeks, and he immediately leans forward, brushing the small droplets from under your eyes.

"Woah, what's wrong?", he asks, fear underlying his tone as he picks you up like a feather and places you on his lap, eyes studying your form for any injury or discomfort.

"Sorry", you blush at Taehyung's care and your own stupid behaviour, averting your eyes from the soft chocolate ones of your lover. "I'm just really proud of you. All of you.", you admit, fingers playing with the collar of Tae's checkered pyjama top awkwardly.

Taehyung laughs at that, not in a mocking way, but in a way that told you that he thinks you're absolutely adorable, and the deep melodic sound sends warmth throughout your whole body, tingling up till your feet.

Your boyfriend cups your jaw gently, making you look him in the eye once again, and kisses your pouty lips with a chuckle. "You're sweet", he mumbles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile shyly at that, and lean forward to place your head on Taehyung's broad shoulder, looping your arms around his neck loosely. "I really am proud", you say once again after a few seconds of calming silence, because you are, you truly are, and words can't really express just how much.

Taehyung laughs one more time, and you think to yourself that your life is complete as long as you get to make Kim Taehyung laugh so cutely.

"I am too", he says in a whisper, pressing his lips to your temple as he strokes your waist soothingly, his soft black curls brushing your forehead and lulling you to sleep, a small smile still present on your lips.

Jeon Jungkook:

The phone call from your mom wasn't unexpected in any way. She calls you almost every day regularly, and even though the hour was unusually late, it didn't make your heart skip a beat like it should've.

"Hey, mom", you say cheerfully into the phone, pressing the small device into your ear to hear your mother's familiar voice better.

"Hi, sweetie", you mother's voice is soft and a bit scrapy, as if she's been shouting for a while and then decided to call. Your eyebrows furrow at the hesitant tone in your mother's voice, gripping your phone slightly tighter.

"Hey, is everything okay??", You ask, confused as to why your mom is so quiet and not complaining to you about the weather and the kids like she usually is.

"Honey...", Your mother pauses, sighs, and the dread in your heart grows even more. "Coco died. From a heart attack this morning".

For a second the world stops, and the air around you turns to fire, burning in your lungs and scorching your throat until you feel the need to claw for oxygen.

Coco was old, you had her since you were 5, nearly 7 years ago. But she was such a strong little animal, that you always forgot how old she really was. Your whole life is filled with memories of her: playing with you in the yard, licking your face when you were crying over another guy, eating the pieces of chicken you passed her secretly under the table.

And now she was gone.

The tears blur your vision and you grip the table in front of you as if it's the only thing keeping you up. The hand holding your phone is shaking, and you don't even hear the worried voice of your mom, repeating your name frantically in your ear.

"I'll- I'll call you back", you manage to stutter out, finishing the call before your mother could say another word.

You don't know how long you sit there in silence, staring at the mettalic device in your hand, but eventually you dial the number you know by heart, pressing your tear stained face to the screen of your phone.

"Jungkook?", you whisper, afraid to raise your voice as if it'll break the fragile state your mentality is in right now.

"Babe?", Jungkook's voice is worried and confused, probably noticing the shaky tone of your voice and the shallow breathing. "Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, but can you come home?", You stifle a sob in the back of your hand, your resolve slowly breaking as you come to terms with the reality. "Please."

~

Jungkook's reaches your apartment in five minutes flat, something you're not even sure is possible considering the horrible traffic jams in Seoul.

"Y/N?", the frantic voice of your boyfriend reaches you from your place in the kitchen, where you still haven't moved from since you got the news of Coco's death.

Jungkook almost passed the kitchen before he sees you, coming to a halt quickly and quickening his steps until he reaches the doorway to the kitchen.

He's wearing all-black, like always, and judging by the sweat soaking his white vest, he was working out when you called him. His ivory hair is matted to his forehead, sticky like glue, and there's a trail of sweat going from his temple to his chin, threatening to fall on the floor.

His dark eyes read the room quickly, noticing the long forgotten milk you had taken out to make yourself a cup of coffee, the phone in your hand, and the semi-dry tears staining your cheeks.

"What-" "Coco died.", you interrupt him, watching the confusion and fear in Jungkook's eyes replace with shock, and then sadness, and finally pity.

Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, simply walking over you, crouching down to your height, and wrapping you in his arms gently.

There is something in that hug, the way Jungkook holds you as if he wants to be your personal anchor, that makes the barrier inside you break, and the first sob erupts your mouth, loud and ugly and grief-filled.

You cry in your lover's arms then, letting yourself break down because you know Jungkook's there to pick up the pieces. Jungkook doesn't say a word except the occasional "I'm here", "It's okay", but his arms are firm around you, one hand cupping your hair and the other around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Your energy runs out eventually, and the screams and cries turn to pitiful whimpers against Jungkook's neck. You're covered with his sweat and he is covered with your tears, and the two of you are a mess, but when the raven-haired man you love presses his lips to your slowly shutting eyelids, so gently it almost hurts, you think you're complete.