You Flinch During An Argument

you flinch during an argument

Jimin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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Your worried eyes stay trained on Jimin’s form as he dances around the room, a sheen layer of sweat already formed on his face and neck as his chest was rising and falling harshly from overexertion. It pained you to see him so frustrated and you were afraid that he might injure himself if he continued any further.

The group already had a three hour long dance practice earlier today, but Jimin wasn’t satisfied with his performance so he stayed back for extra practice. You decided to wait for him to go home thinking he would only stay for another hour or two, but he was nearing four hours now and he still wasn’t where he wanted to be.

You could see how tense and frustrated he was becoming but he still showed no signs of stopping. You hesitated to step in knowing you were walking on thin ice with how wound up he was, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself if something happened because you didn’t stop him sooner. You would rather he snap or yell at you than hurt himself.

“I think that’s enough for today Jimin,” you say cautiously, careful not to set him off. “Let’s go home?” you offer him a small smile as you extend your hand to him. But he simply casts you a side glance before brushing you off, turning back to the mirrors. You frown when he completely to ignores you, your hand dropping back down to your side in defeat. “You need to rest, Jimin,” you try again. 

“I know you want to get better but you can’t improve if you don’t take care of yourself,” you try to tell him but it falls on deaf ears. Jimin always wanted to give his best effort, but you knew he couldn’t perform at his best if he was exhausted or worse, injured. When he continues to act as if you aren’t there at all, you wrap your hand around his wrist to stop him. “Jimin please!” you beg him to listen to you, desperately staring up at him and hoping that you could get through to him. 

Jimin harshly rips his arm from your grip, whipping his head around to send you a harsh glare. If looks could kill, you would be dead right now. You turn your face away slightly, unable to meet his intense gaze, but you refuse to back down for his sake. He opens his mouth, about to snap at you when he notices the fear in your eyes and the distraught look on your face. He decides against yelling at you knowing he was being unreasonable and just needed to calm down.

Instead, he simply runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, but in your peripheral vision, it looks as if he’s about to hit you. Seeing him raise his hand, you bring your arms up to protect yourself, flinching away from him. Curling into yourself, you tightly squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact to come. But it never does. Peeking one eye open, you slowly lower your arms to find Jimin staring at you with the most heartbroken look on his face.

He stares at you with wide eyes, frozen in disbelief or rather, not wanting to believe that this was happening. He never wanted you to feel afraid around him and surely not of him. He was supposed to protect you and make you feel safe. He felt like he failed you and the sight of you being afraid of him would haunt him forever.

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to you? He broke your trust and he did exactly what he promised not to do. He slowly brings his hand down from his hair, watching for your reaction as he reaches out for you. When you don’t pull back, he steps closer to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. 

You slowly wrap your arms around his waist, tightening your grip around him when you hear him sniffle quietly. “I’m sorry y/n,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry.” All your fear suddenly disappears when you hear the vulnerability in his voice and you feel his tears soaking into your shoulder.

You understood that he was already frustrated with his performance and now that he had blown up on you, he was overwhelmed with his emotions. You bring one hand up to the back of his head, playing with his hair to comfort him. “Please don’t be afraid of me,” he says, just barely above a whisper. If he didn’t have his face buried right by your ear, you’re sure you wouldn’t have been able to hear him.

The sadness in his voice breaks your heart and you want nothing more than to wash it all away. “It’s okay Jimin,” you assure him, “I’m not afraid of you.” You try to pull away but he wraps his arms around you tighter, as if you would disappear if he let you go. “Hey,” you say gently, “Look at me.” He allows you to pull back slightly, still keeping you at arm’s length. 

He looks down at you with guilty puppy dog eyes as you gently wiping away the tears on his face with your thumbs. Even while crying, Jimin still looked like an angel. You smile at him softly, your gaze conveying nothing but love and forgiveness as he pouts sadly. He doesn’t understand how you can look at him so lovingly after how he treated you, but your gaze conveys everything he needs to know that it’s okay.

“You were right, I should have listened to you,” he mumbles as he pulls you back into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I can’t feel my legs anymore,” he chuckles, suddenly leaning all his weight on you. “Jimin!” you exclaim as you can’t support all his weight. But even as you start falling towards the ground, he doesn’t let go, simply turning you two so that you land on him. 

“Are you okay?!” you panic as you frantically search his face for any signs of pain. You had tried so hard to stop him from hurting himself but maybe you had let your guard down too soon. “I’m fine y/n,” he laughs as you fuss over him.  You let out a breath of relief and you can’t help but smile when you hear his laughter. “Come on, let’s go home,” you say as you try to get off of him but he tightens his hold around your waist, preventing you from getting up.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles as he closes his eyes. You shake your head at him but nonetheless, you give in to his demands as you lay your head on his chest. Even though it wasn’t ideal for him to lay on the hard studio floor, you would take what you could get. At least he’s resting, you think.

 About an hour later, the members come back to the practice room looking for Jimin only to find you two taking a nap together on the floor in the middle of the room. Smiling at the content look on both of your faces, they use a jacket as a blanket to cover you, leaving you two to get some well deserved rest.

you sleep on the couch because of an argument

Jin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.8k

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Sitting on the couch, you sigh as you check your phone, reading 11:59 pm. It was the third night in a row that Jin was coming home later than midnight, and your concern for him was only growing. You know being an idol is a very demanding job, and as much as you want him to come home to spend some time with you, you also just want him to rest and take care of himself.

It didn’t sit well with you that while you were relaxing at home, he was working his ass off. You tried to make things easier for him by doing small things like the chores or cooking for him and the rest of the members, but you weren’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough for you, and you wouldn’t rest until Jin was resting too.

About fifteen minutes later, you finally hear Jin walking through the front door. “Hey,” you greet him as you smile at him over the back of the couch, “How was your day?” you ask as you get up to help him. “Tiring as usual,” he says with an exhausted sigh as you take his coat from him and hang it up. “Actually,” you start, causing Jin to internally groan, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

He sighs, already knowing this would lead to a serious conversation that he did not have the energy for. “Can it wait?” he asks, the exhaustion in his voice already dripping through. “But it’s important,” you insist. “You can’t keep going on like this Jin,” you tell him, but he doesn’t understand why it matters so much to you.

“I’m working hard so you don’t have to, why are you complaining?” he asks jokingly, but you don’t find it amusing at all. “That’s not funny Jin,” you say with furrowed brows. You know he doesn’t mean it that way, but it was a sensitive topic for you and his comment only made you feel worse. “Why are you so tense? Loosen up a bit, it was just a joke,” he tells you, but it only results in ticking you off more.

“I’m serious Jin! Stop joking around,” you frown, crossing your arms as you throw him a glare. You loved Jin’s sense of humour. He was always able to cheer you up on your darkest days, but it only made you feel worse about the situation when he wasn’t even taking you seriously. “You’ve literally been lounging around all day, what are you even upset about?” he asks dryly.

“That’s exactly what I’m upset about! Why aren’t you listening to me?!” you cry out, ragged breaths escaping you as you stare at him through the tears of frustration building up in your eyes. Missing your rapidly watering eyes, he turns away from you with a sigh. “Listen, I’m really tired and you’re clearly not in a good mood, so can we talk about this tomorrow?” he asks, exasperated as he brushes past you. 

You stare at the now vacant spot in front of you where Jin once stood. Practically shaking with rage, you have to stop yourself from following him into the kitchen and screaming at him until your lungs burn. Closing your eyes, you take a few deep breathes to calm yourself down. You’re afraid if you see his face, you won’t be able to resist the urge to punch him in the face, no matter how handsome he is.

Walking over and taking a seat on the couch, you bury your head in your hands as you let out a long sigh. You understood Jin was tired, it was expected after how long and hard he worked each day, but nothing was going to change unless you both worked it out together. You couldn’t stand just sitting around while he tires himself out. You wanted to help him, but he was just joking around. Your anger had dissipated, but the frustration about the whole situation remained. And instead of wanting to yell or punch a hole in the wall, you just wanted to curl up into yourself and cry.

Why wasn’t he taking you seriously? Were you just a joke to him? You can’t help the tears of frustration that escape you, soaking into the pillow as you try to keep your sobs and sniffles contained so Jin can’t hear them from the next room.

Jin eats alone at the table, wishing you were sitting with him but too exhausted to ask you and risk starting another argument. Once he’s done eating, he places his plate in the sink and steps out of the kitchen. He pauses when he sees you still sitting in the living room. It was already late by the time he got home, so he thought you would have already gone to bed after trying to talk to him. “Are you not coming to bed?” he calls out to you, but you ignore him, simply staring at the television and pretending to be focused on whatever commercial was on the screen.

Seeing that you were still mad and didn’t want to talk to him, he sighs in defeat before he walks by the living room and into your bedroom. You two have gotten into fights before, but no matter how stubborn the both of you are, you’ve never been able to stay apart for too long. You both valued time with each other very much since you knew it was limited, and you knew better than to let small arguments take away precious time you two could be spending together.

He was sure you would come to bed eventually, so what were you still doing in the living room? When there’s still no appearance from you twenty minutes later, Jin knows he must’ve really fucked up if you were going this far to avoid him. He thought you were overreacting and he didn’t have the energy to deal with whatever tantrum you were throwing, so he tried to calm down the situation by removing himself from it entirely. But now he’s starting to think he may have just made it worse. 

You were angry and frustrated because as you tried to talk to him, he only ignored you. He didn’t even consider listening to what you were saying because he wasn’t even taking you seriously, but what you were trying to talk to him about was important. He didn’t even realize how overworking himself was affecting you too, and he unknowingly just hurt you again.

He stands from the bed, throwing the bedroom door open and speed walking into the living room, eager to make things right. Upon entering the living room, Jin finds you curled up on the couch with your back to him. He quietly walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you awake. 

You groan and swat his hand away before turning back around and curling further into yourself. “Y/n,” he calls out as he crouches down next to the couch. “What?” you ask sharply, but he doesn’t miss the slight waver in your voice. He sighs, taking a moment to think about his words and compose an apology. Jin was stubborn and prideful, but he was willing to swallow his pride and apologize because he loved you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you and for not taking you seriously,” he sighs, “I know I’m an asshole who doesn’t know when to stop making jokes, but please forgive me?” he asks hopefully. “Damn right you’re an asshole,” you mumble, still mad at him. “I’m sorry okay?” he slightly whines, “Can you just come to bed now?” But you shake your head stubbornly, still refusing to turn around and face him.

Trying to think of how to convince you to come to bed, a lightbulb goes off in Jin’s head. “You didn’t eat dinner, right?” he asks, remembering how he ate alone today. No matter how late he comes home, you always wait for him to eat dinner together. “Come on, I’ll make you some pancakes and then we can go to bed together,” he suggests, knowing that pancakes were your weakness.

At him at the sound of his offer, you finally turn around to look at him and regard him with suspicion. “What kind of pancakes?” you ask. “Whatever pancakes you want,” he answers with a smile, knowing he already has you hooked. “Even hotteok?” you ask innocently. “Yes, even hotteok,” he says, laughing at how easy it is to persuade you with food.

You remain silent for a moment, pretending to think about it even though you’ve already made up your mind, and Jin knows it too. He laughs when you sit up, making grabby hands at him like a child as you ask him to pick you up. He gives in, standing from his crouched position and letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He places his arms securely under your butt, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you like a koala into the kitchen.

“You’re such a baby,” he chuckles as places you down to sit on the counter, but you don’t let go of him when he tries to step back. Even though you were the one who initiated it, you missed him for those few hours you were avoiding him. “I can’t cook if you’re clinging onto me like this,” he laughs as he gently pats your arm to encourage you to let him go, but you just tighten your hold on him.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, I just feel so helpless seeing you come home absolutely exhausted all the time,” you mumble into the crook of his neck before finally releasing him from your hold. He smiles softly at your confession as he steps back to look at your face. He didn’t realize just how much his work schedule was affecting you, but he should have known better. After all, one of the reasons he fell for you was because of how caring you were towards others. 

“It’s okay, I deserved it. We can talk about everything over pancakes, okay?” You nod, and you finally let him move away so he can start cooking. Sitting on the counter, you kick your legs happily as you watch Jin cook pancakes for you while humming a song. There wasn’t much either of you could do about how demanding being an idol was, but moments like these are what made the distance, unbearable dad jokes and the fights all worth it.

you sleep on the couch because of an argument

Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.5k

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You sigh as you roll over for the tenth time in the past hour, unable to find a comfortable position alone in your bed that was meant for two. It was the fourth night in a row that Namjoon wasn’t coming home at all, and the hole in your heart was growing every day. 

Even on the nights that he did come home, he would have to carry your sleeping body from the couch to the bedroom because it was so late that you had already fallen asleep, no matter how hard you tried to stay awake for him. You never got to spend more than a few minutes awake with him before you both were falling asleep or he was leaving for work again the next morning.

It wasn’t always like this. Even with his busy schedule, he used to manage coming home five times a week, and he often had time to squeeze in at least one date on the weekends. But as he started to work on more songs for other artists or groups like TXT, you started to see less and less of him. You knew it was his job, but you thought he was spreading himself too thin. But despite his heavy workload, Namjoon still managed to send you daily text messages, wishing you good morning, asking if you’ve eaten or how you’re day is going. 

But today you didn’t respond, the short messages just reminding you of what your relationship has become. Turning your phone on silent, you bury yourself back into the blankets, hugging his pillow tight to your chest. Lately, he’s been sleeping in his studio or his shared dorm with the boys because it was closer and more convenient, but when you stop responding to his messages, he starts to get worried about you.

“Y/n?” Namjoon calls out as he walks in through the front door. He asked to leave early today to check up on you and came home as soon as possible. Even though that ended up being 11 pm, it was still earlier than usual and it was better than not coming home at all. When he’s met with nothing but silence, the worry in his chest only grows. He checks the living room and the kitchen and still no sign of you. 

It’s only when he pops into the bedroom that he finds you, curled up in bed with your back turned to him. He lets out a sigh of relief, wiping away the sweat on his forehead caused by worrying about you and running all around the house. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees your phone lying next to you on the nightstand. You only confirm his suspicions that something is wrong when you ignore him.

When you refuse to answer him, he walks around to your side of the bed, crouching in front of you. “Hey,” he says gently, reaching out to cradle your face with one hand. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. You only glare at him as you ask coldly, “You’ve actually come home today?” Namjoon frowns at your cold response, but he should have known this was what you were upset about. 

“Listen y/n,” he says with a sigh. “You know I love you but my work is important. You can’t just expect me to drop everything for you,” he tells you as if he’s explaining something to a child. “I don’t expect you to drop everything for me Joon!” you try to tell him. “I just want to see my boyfriend for more than a few minutes a week, is that too much to ask?” you ask frustratedly. 

“Yes, it is!” he yells back equally as frustrated. “You don’t understand how busy my schedule is,” he says lowly. “Yeah, well you did that to yourself,” you mumble under your breath. Namjoon furrows his brows at you but he decides against asking you what you mean. “I’m going to go take a quick shower. When I come back, we can talk, okay?” he tells you. You just scoff at him, rolling over on the bed and turning your back to him. Standing from his crouched position, he sighs in defeat. Yes, you were still mad at him, but at least he knows you’re okay.

Once you hear the bathroom door close and the shower start running, you finally let out the tears you’ve been holding in. You missed him so much and the one time he comes home, you two are upset at each other. You weren’t asking for much. You two didn’t even have to do anything but sleep and maybe eat dinner together when he comes home, you just wanted to see him more.

Crawling out of the bed, you grab an extra blanket and pillow from the closet before heading into the living room and getting comfortable on the couch. You couldn’t bear seeing him right now as it only reminded you of the fact that you would always come second because work and music come first.

As the hot water runs down his back, Namjoon replays your words in his head. He did this to himself? What did you mean? It wasn’t like he was trying to overwork himself, but music was his passion and if others asked for his contribution in their songs, why wouldn’t he? But maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to start working on a new song while they were in the middle of their own comeback.

He starts to see what you meant when you say he did this to himself and he asks himself, When was the last time he came home? And when was the last time you two really spent time together? The more he thinks about it, the more he starts to understand why you were so upset and you had every reason to be. He hasn’t seen you in so long and it was no one’s fault but his own. But he got mad at you for asking your own boyfriend to come home just a little more often.

While drying himself off and getting dressed, he tries to think of how to make it up to you. But when he exits the bathroom and walks into the bedroom, you’re gone. The ruffled blankets were the only sign that you had been there at all, and the fear of you leaving suddenly seems too real. 

All his apologies and ideas are suddenly lost to the thought of losing you, fear and panic start pumping through his veins as he frantically searches the whole house for you. When he finds you in the living room he lets out a breath of relief, but he knows he still has a lot to fix. Taking a seat on the couch, Namjoon settles in next to you, taking a moment to organize his thoughts into words. You don’t move away, knowing you have nowhere to run.

If you really wanted to leave, you could have slipped out while he was in the shower, but a part of you wanted to sort everything out so you stayed. “I’m sorry y/n,” he starts off with a sigh, “I got carried away and I didn’t realize how much work I’ve taken on until it became too much to handle,” he admits. “And I know I’ve been a pretty shitty boyfriend lately but please,” he begs, voice breaking slightly with emotion, “Let’s not go to sleep angry at each other.” 

Your heart aches at the guilt and sadness in his voice, and your resolve slowly crumbles when you see how upset he was too. You thought you were the only one hurting because Namjoon seemed so unaffected, but he had just been too busy to realize his own feelings. Being apart has taken a toll on both of you, but at the end of the day, you still loved each other very much.

Moving closer to him on the couch, you lean your head on his shoulder as you take one of his hands in yours. “It’s okay Joon, I know you’re trying you’re best and I shouldn’t have ignored you,” you murmur. Namjoon just shakes his head at your unnecessary apology because he was never mad at you in the first place. He simply wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you into his lap.

“You must be tired, let’s go to bed?” you ask as you run a hand through his damp hair. He nods and the two of you head to the bedroom hand in hand. “I guess I have a lot of missed cuddles to make up for huh?” he chuckles as he holds you close under the blankets. “Yeah, you do,” you agree with a laugh as you cuddle further into his arms. “I love you y/n,” he whispers into your hair, “More than anything in the world.” Your lips curl into a small smile as you whisper back, “I love you too Joon.”

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Hi friend 👋 I totally get being busy with school, I am too and it can be a lot. BUT if you want, I'd love to hear more about Rebound like maybe a hint or a snippit of a scene?? It looks like it could rip my heart out (in a good way lol) no pressure ♡

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Here's a (snippet?) of the fic. I wasn't sure how much or what to include 😅

“Stop crying already,” he says harshly, suddenly withdrawing his arm from you and creating some distance between the two of you. “Do you think I want to hear about all your failed relationships? It’s pathetic,” he snarls at you, causing more tears to resurface in your eyes.

“O-Of course,” you stutter out, “I’m sorry I never thought about how you felt.” Suddenly feeling ashamed, you scramble to gather your things, standing from the couch and making a beeline for the door.

“Wait, y/n,” Yoongi calls from the couch but you don’t stop, keeping your gaze on the floor as you slip your shoes on. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh, I was just angry because you deserve better,” he apologizes, “It’s just really hard for me to hear about your breakups.”

“It’s okay, I understand," you say quietly. You turn to him with a guilty smile before walking out the door, “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”

After locking the door behind you, Yoongi walks back into the living room, sitting on the couch and holding his head in his hands. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? So why does his heart feel so heavy? He hears the sound of approaching footsteps before the couch sinks beside him underneath Hoseok’s weight. He had heard the whole encounter and he knew his roommate would be feeling guilty even if he was doing what was best for him.

“It’s for the best,” Hoseok tells him as he places a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. But even as Hoseok assures him that he made the right decision, he has a feeling that this might’ve been a huge mistake.

you flinch during an argument

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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Approaching your boyfriend’s door, you struggle to balance the tray of food in your other hand. Taehyung has been in his room playing video games since you woke up this morning and he hasn’t come out of his room all day, so you decided to bring him lunch as well as a glass of water. 

When you receive no answer from him after knocking, you open the door yourself and poke your head inside. “Tae?” you call out, but he can’t hear you over his headset. When he doesn’t respond or show any signs that he knows you’re there, you walk up to where he’s seated on the floor in front of the television screen and tap him on the shoulder to grab his attention.

Taehyung practically jumps out of his skin, the controller slipping from his grip as it falls to the floor. You didn’t mean to startle him, he was just so focused on winning the game that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. The sound of his character dying can be heard through his headphones as GAME OVER in large letters flashes across the screen. 

You’re about to apologize for scaring him when he whips around to glare at you with fire in his eyes. “I thought I told you not to bother me when I’m gaming!” he roars at you, his raging voice booming so loudly you swear you can feel the whole house shake. You flinch at the volume of his voice, dropping the tray in your hand along with his plate of food and the glass of water. You try to catch it in mid air but you fail to do so, cringing as it all loudly crashes into the floor.

“I-I’m sorry I-” you scramble to apologize but he doesn’t even give you the chance. “You can’t do anything right!” he exclaims, taking his anger and frustrations out on you. Your heart shatters into pieces just as the glass of water did when it hit the floor. His hurtful words and angry expression engraving themselves in your mind. 

He would never say such harsh words or raise his voice at you, but he had stayed up the whole night playing video games and the lack of sleep wasn’t allowing him to think straight.

You quickly drop to your knees, picking up the broken pieces of glass and ceramic laying on the floor. You knew it was unsafe, but you wanted to clean it up and get out of there as soon as possible before you burst into tears. But in your careless and frantic effort to pick up all the glass with your vision clouded by your unshed tears, you didn’t notice the especially sharp and jagged edge of a large piece of glass.

Taehyung’s brought back to his senses when he hears you hiss in pain, and he looks down to find you clutching your hand in pain as blood drips down from your finger.  His heart aches at the sight of you in pain, especially when he knows it was because of him. He curses himself for being so blinded by his rage, only now noticing how you were trembling because you were afraid of him.

He crouches down in front of you, gently wrapping his hands around your wrists to stop you from picking up the glass. You look up at him with watery eyes, afraid he was going to yell at you again. But when you meet his eyes, they’re only filled with concern for you. “Y/n!” he exclaims, this time in worry instead of anger. “What were you thinking? That’s dangerous!” he gently scolds you as he looks over you for any more injuries.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper out sadly, but he just shakes his head at you. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry, okay?” he assures you with a guilty smile. He pulls you to stand up, leading you around the broken glass on the floor and guiding you into the bathroom. “Sit here,” he tells you as he searches through the cabinets for the first aid kit. You take a seat on the counter, being mindful of your injured hand as you watch him look around the bathroom.

He lets out a noise of exclamation when he finds it, placing it on the counter next to you and opening it up. “Can I see your hand?” he asks softly as he holds his hand out. You nod as you place your hand in his much larger one where he inspects it for any more small pieces of glass. When he finds nothing, he gently wipes and cleans your finger before wrapping a bandaid around it. 

But he doesn’t let go of your hand even after he finishes treating your cut. Instead, he brings it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on the tip of your finger as he stares at you with big, puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry y/n,” he pouts sadly at you as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, and now you’re hurt because of me.”

You use your uninjured hand to cup his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek to comfort him. “It’s okay Tae, it’s not your fault. And it’s just a cut, I’ll be fine,” you tell him with a kind smile. Taehyung could look extremely scary and intimidating, but you know he’s just a big baby with the biggest heart. “I didn’t mean what I said. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just tired because I stayed up all night gaming,” he confesses.

“Tae,” you say with a frown, not too excited to hear about how he’s been pulling all nighters to play video games. “I just lost track of time,” he whines. “But it’s okay, I have you to remind me, right?” he says cheekily, giving you one of his signature boxy smiles. “But I thought you said not to bother you when you’re playing games,” you mumble confused with a small pout.

“I didn’t mean that either,” he says with an adorable giggle, “Maybe I can teach you how to play?” he suggests. “I’d like that,” you tell him with a small smile. “Okay!” he cheers, raising his fist in victory. He pulls you off the counter, dragging you back into the gaming room. “But aren’t you hungry or tired?” you wonder, surprised by how much energy he still seems to have. “And what about the glass?” you ask as he just steps around the mess on the floor. “We can do all that later,” he waves off all your worries off with a grin.

Taking a seat on the floor in front of the television screen, he pulls you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he plays with you encircled in his arms. He happily explains the game and the controls to you, letting you have a try even though you failed horribly, but it made the both of you laugh. He always hated it when anyone bothered him while he was playing video games, but if it was you, he didn’t mind.