It's Going To Be Okay | Kim Mingyu

it's going to be okay | kim mingyu

mostly angst, wc:0.4k

Night time was being hard on you these days, as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to wash over you, you absentmindedly let your thoughts overwhelm you.

‘You’re not enough.’

‘Why did you say this the other day ? You were so embarrassing.’

‘You don’t deserve everthing that you have.’

‘You don’t deserve him.’

Those thoughts wouldn’t go away, as much as you try to push them away, they always came back and they crashed onto you like the highest wave ever.

As you still looked at the ceiling, you started crying.

You didn’t realize it at first and that is maybe why you were sobbing so loudly, almost silent cries coming out of your shaky lips, tears streaming down your face like a powerful waterfall as your body started to shake slightly.

The sounds of distress and the movements of your body awoke your boyfriend, who you almost forgot was sleeping peacefully next to you.

He knew you were not doing well, he was very awake of that, but sometimes, he knew he did not have enough powerful words to get you back with him, so tonight he did what he knew would help you calm down, he hugged you.

He hugged you so tightly close to him you felt like you had even more trouble breathing than before, his right hand found the small of your back and he ran his hand up and down, trying to sooth you with his presence as his other hand rested lightly tangled in your hair. He placed small kisses at the top of your head, breathing out multiple “It’s okay..” between each of them as he tried his best to get you back here with him.

When you raised up your head after a while to look at him, his heart broke at the sight of you, your breathing was heavy, your lips quivering, your eyes red and puffy from the crying as dried tears were still visible on your face.

“I’m sorry” you said, apologizing for waking him up and being such a mess.

“Don’t", he said sternly,  “Don’t apologize Y/N.” he repeated, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping it in his palms, “I should be the one apologizing for not being able to help you the way I should.” he confessed, his own sight getting blurry from tears.

“But I promise you it’s going to be okay.. I promise you Y/N.” he had told you, bringing your face close to his to kiss your lips lovingly.

He was probably right because as long as you you were with him, everything was doing okay.

thinking about how mingyu would go out of his way to help you deal with a particularly intense migraine.

his main goal is to remain as quiet as he possibly can, making sure that the drawers don’t close too loud or that no sound is leaking from his headphones. he only allows himself to make a little noise to bring you a steaming cup of ginger tea, which he lovingly prepared after asking minghao what kind of herbs were best for migraines.

he reads dozens of online articles on how to relieve the pain, and you’re benefitting from everything all at once: lights off, cold compresses on your neck, temples massages… even acupressure points on your hands, which he gets very serious about, following tutorials to the letter.

you end up falling asleep after almost an hour, soothed by the calming environment he’s created for you. and although he’s kept massaging you for a few minutes, he eventually shifts his weight to the edge of the bed, ready to get up and leave you alone to rest. but he’s held back by your arm sluggishly wrapping around his waist as you pull him back to bed.

“can you stay a bit longer?” you ask, “you’re comfy”

and although you can barely make out his features in the dark, you just know that a fond smile is lighting up his face.

“of course i can” he tells you, leaving a kiss on top of your head before lying down to let you cuddle him the way that feels right for you. his hand finds its way back to your head, and you let yourself be lulled back to sleep by his fingertips tracing curvy patterns on your scalp.

bf texts with seventeen! hyung line

their reaction when you purposely didn’t say "i love you" back to them

genre: fluff, smau, fake texts, one shot, crack

character(s): scoups, jeonghan, joshua, jun, hoshi, wonwoo, woozi

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heads up! reader is drunk. food mentions.

mingyu doesn't know if this is the cutest he's ever seen you, but he thinks it might be pretty high up there. you're drunk as hell, and he, ever the doting boyfriend, has lovingly brought you back home safely. and now you're babbling to him, curled up on the couch next to him, about anything and everything that comes to mind. it's clear from the way you're cuddling closer to him that you're prepared to doze off any minute, but you've turned to asking about him.

"gyu," you murmur, "did you eat?"

there's a bowl of berries in his hand now, some of which he's been quietly feeding you, and he shakes his head. "i ate earlier, but not recently--"

you pout, and pick up a blueberry before pressing it to his lips. "eat. eat." you whine at him a little. "don't starve, my 'gyu..."

he snorts and it causes you to drop the berry. you watch it fall and roll away underneath the coffee table, and he sees the way your eyes get watery in response. "ah, no, it's okay--"

"my berry..." you're still distracted by it. "gyu... my berry..."

he can't help but crack up again. "it's okay," he says again. "i'll clean it up." he picks up a slice of strawberry, pressing it against your own lips. you eat it quietly, slowly chewing before giving him another blueberry.

this time he eats it before he can make you drop it again, and he thanks you with a little kiss against your fingertips. "i've eaten, honey," he says gently. "you don't have to feed me."

"my berry," you murmur again, looking at him this time. then you smile as if you've come up with something brilliant, and lean forward to peck the tip of his nose. "you're my silly gooseberry, mingyu."

and he rolls his eyes, snickering again as he sets the bowl aside. "you're my berry, too," he wraps an arm around you, pulling you to your feet. even with you giggling, he starts to escort you to bed. "let's go get some rest. i'll make you breakfast in the morning."

Hiii, really like your writing, it feels so comfy, I would like to ask Minghao + “will you please just come back to bed?”, I just imagine this after a fight, like he just giving up aferre a few days and asks you to go back to normal

( is okey if you don’t like it or do feel inspired by it, also thanks for this dinamic)

that's such a nice compliment, thank you so much. ❤️ thank you for requesting!

there's only so much silence minghao can take. he's never been a fan of the silent treatment and prefers to talk things out and get things resolved as quickly as he can. you're very aware of that but you refuse to make the first move and he's made it clear that he isn't backing down either. the both of you were stubborn like that.

this is the biggest fight you've ever had with him. you'd gotten into little bickers here and there before but those would be fixed right away and you'll usually work out the more serious arguments within 3 days but it's been a week now and you've also been choosing to sleep on the couch instead of on the bed with him.

minghao lets out a huff when you move past him to make your way to the couch, ready to go to sleep. he abandons the thought of resting to follow behind you, mind set on reconciling tonight no matter what.

"this is ridiculous," he tells you as you pull the blanket up to cover yourself. "will you please just come back to bed?"

"no," you turn your back to him.

"you're going to get backaches if you keep sleeping here," he takes your blanket away.

"good, maybe that will distract me from the heartache you caused."

he sits on the edge of the arm rest you were using as a pillow. "then let me sleep on the couch as a punishment for the pain i caused you and you can sleep on the bed."

"no," you refuse willfully.

you feel the blanket over your body again before the heat of minghao's body as he presses his chest flush against your back and drapes an arm over your waist. it feels comforting and you have to force yourself not to snuggle up against him.

"move in a little more, i'm about to fall off." his warmth breath tickles the back of your neck.

"go back to bed, it's too cramped here." you grumble with a feeble attempt to shrug him off you.

"the bed feels too cold and empty. if you're going to keep sleeping here then so am i." he pulls you closer to him.

you won't lie, his actions and the sound of his raspy voice is crumbling your resolve bit by bit.

"i'm sorry for what i said and i'm sorry for hurting you," he continues.

you let out a hum in response.

"i promise i'll be more careful and considerate of your feelings from now on," he nuzzles your hair and you cave completely.

you flip around to face him and realises just how much you actually missed him once your eyes meet his warm, sparkly ones.

"am i forgiven yet?" he asks softly as he reaches a finger out to tuck away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face.

"yeah, you are." you lean forward until your lips touch his briefly and he chases them when you pull away.

"let's make a promise to never let a fight get this bad again," he runs a hand up and down your arm.

"yeah, the couch is super uncomfortable to sleep on."

minghao smacks your arm lightly with a chuckle before getting up. "come on, let's go back to bed."

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fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 613

. . . just cheol being cheol (aka him freaking out because of your fever)

natalia’s note: very much self indulgent, i came home with a fever all of a sudden like a week ago, and ever since im in desperate need of choi seungcheol

“i’m not dying, you know?” 

“i know,” cheol huffed, and threw what had to be the tenth blanket over you. 

“then why are you acting like i’m about to pass away?” you laughed, seeing your boyfriend’s focused expression. according to his logic, if the blankets weren’t all sprawled out properly, you’d freeze to death, and his furrowed dark eyebrows alongside the crease between them showed how serious he was about it. 

you could hear him mutter something under his breath. he was always like that when you were sick - too worried, and too overprotective. that’s why sometimes you didn’t even bother telling him you were ill, especially with his busy schedules - you didn’t want to burden him even more (he’d probably strangle you if he heard you calling yourself a burden). 

to be honest, you didn’t even have to be sick - the second cheol would notice you acting differently than usual he’d be all over you asking what’s wrong. but while usually you were very grateful for his caring nature, now was not the time. “i’m sorry for being worried about my girlfriend coming home with a fever,” he said, looking offended. 

“cheol, baby. it’s just a fever,” you quickly grabbed the pills from his hand to get his attention back on you. “i’m sure it’s not even a proper fever, i’m just feeling a bit under the weather, that’s all. there is no need for you to be worried.” 

your “illness” was nothing that a long session of cuddles with him and kkuma couldn’t solve, but it seemed like your boyfriend didn’t share your optimism. “fine, do whatever you want,” he grumbled, his pout on full display, and left the room, leaving you too stunned to speak. 

with a loud sigh, you fell back against the stack of pillows cheol fluffed up before forcing you to lay down. of course you didn’t mean to make him think you didn't want his help, you loved how big of a caregiver he was (especially when it came to you), it’s just that unlike him - for you, being sick wasn't the end of the world, and you didn't need him to babysit you. 

not wanting to argue, you stood up from the bed with a soft groan, throwing off all the blankets cheol covered you with. you knew it wouldn't be hard to appease him, he wasn't really angry, more disappointed that you were rejecting his help.

you entered the kitchen and immediately saw him cutting up some food, probably preparing dinner. “cheollie,” you said quietly, hoping he would look at you. unfortunately, he stubbornly continued to cut the vegetables. "baby, please, i didn't mean to upset you." you walked around the kitchen island and hugged him from the side, burying your head in his neck.

you saw his pout out of the corner of your eye, so your suspicions that he wasn't actually angry were correct. “i was just worried about you," he finally said after a while, and put the knife down. "there's nothing fun about seeing your girlfriend come home all burning up with fever."

“i know love, i know,” you mumbled, and kissed his bicep, running your hand gently over his tummy. “i really appreciate everything you do, but i’d rather cuddle with you and kkuma. we could watch something, and you’d get to hold me, hm?” you smiled, seeing the corners of his mouth turning up a little. if there was one thing cheol could never decline, it’d be a cuddle session with his girls. 

“you’ll take the medicine, though,” he said sternly, kissing your hot forehead. “now get your ass back to bed, i’ll be right back” he added.

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