Just Let Me Help You...

“Just let me help you...” 

Content: comfort, slightly sad 

Words: 1.2k 

Warnings: depression, shutting people out, distancing yourself 

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

*ping* 

Another message. I lost count of how many I got the last few days, but I just can’t seem to muster any strength in my body to look at my phone. I don’t even know how many days have passed since I last left my house, let alone my bed. I felt exhausted and drained, like every drop of energy was pulled out of my body. My hair was oily and dirty already, but I was too weak to get out of my bed. The curtains were shut tightly, so no ray of sunshine was able to light up my room. I was simply just a mess.  

Chan and I were having fun at our date a few days ago, until we were crowded by a small number of fans. I don’t have a problem with meeting his fans, because I usually stand a bit off and give them their time with Chan. Until this time; I heard some fans whispering to each other about how Chan and I don’t really fit together, because of how I look. I always worry about my appearance for, but hearing someone else talk like that about me just hurts different. I tried not to take it to heart, but as soon as I was home and got the chance to inspect myself in the mirror, the thought that these girls were actually right, won’t leave my mind. 

My phone rings again, probably the 20th time today, but I ignore it and turn around in my bed, pulling the blanket over my head in hopes to shut down the voices in my head. 

I didn’t even hear my front door open and Chan stepping inside my apartment. My bedroom door opens slowly. I pull away my blanket just enough so I can peek at the door, hoping it is no burglar. A beam of light shines through the gap in the door into my dark bedroom, revealing my body to whoever dared to disturb my self-pity. “Oh dear…” a voice whispers, a slight hint of shock was audible in their voice. I immediately recognized the voice. I pull the blanket further over my body, too embarrassed he might see me in this state. What if he thinks I’m disgusting and weird? What if he wants to break off with me? My thoughts were interrupted as I feel him sit down on my mattress. His hands grab hold of my blanket before he carefully reveals my face to him. Chan was hovering over me, his eyes reflected concern and a little sadness, which makes my heart ache with guilt. His finger softly strokes over my cheek, wiping a few dried tears away. I melt into his touch, only now realizing how much I missed his touch the last few days. “Sweetheart...” Chan whispers softly. “I’m sorry, Channie” I say, my voice hoarse due to not speaking for a long time. Tears of guilt and embarrassment start to roll down my cheeks. “Hey...sshh. It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself.” he whispers calmly as he wipes the tears from my cheeks. He gently grabs my shoulders and pulls me against his chest, in which I immediately start to nuzzle my face into as he softly begins to stroke my back with his hands. From time to time, he mumbles comforting words in my ears, trying to calm me down so we can talk.

My body is lifted from the bed as Chan carries me into the bathroom. He places me down on the counter before he starts to run a bath for me. I watch him as he walks around the room to grab some bathing utensils for me and I start to wonder what is going on in his mind. I was torn from my thoughts as Chan looks at me with a questioning look. The confused look on my face must have given away, that I did not hear his question, so he repeats himself “When was the last time you ate something?”. I think for a moment but can’t really seem to remember. Chan sighs before he suggests “okay, how about you go relax in the bathtub while I go prepare you something delicious.” His worry was clearly audible in his voice, which makes my guilt only build up more inside of my body. My gaze falls to the floor and I nod softly. Chan leaves the bathroom and I start to undress, before stepping into the bathtub. The warm water makes me relax instantly. I sigh as I let my body glide deeper into the warmth. There were some candles lit on the bathtub rim, the bath supplement produces some foam bubbles all over the surface. Some calming music comes from the speaker to which Chan has his phone connected. He probably knew that my mind would not calm down completely, which would have been the reason why I could not relax fully. I close my eyes and try to keep my mind empty. After some while I start to smell the fragrance of my favorite meal coming from the kitchen. With another sigh I leave the bathtub, dry off my body and step into the bedroom to get dressed. I walk downstairs and notice that Chan already prepared everything so we can sit down and eat on the couch while watching a movie. “Mhm, this smells delicious” I say as I take a seat next to him on the couch. He smiles at me brightly “I hope so. Leeknow gave me this recipe, so it better be good.” A small giggle leaves my mouth which makes Chans eyes light up with love and happiness. We lean back against the cushion and start to enjoy our meal. “Ugh I feel so guilty, Channie....” I admit as I set my empty plate down on the coffee table. I pull the hem of my sleeve over my hands; a habit I do every time I am nervous. He gently takes my hands into his, to stop my nervous fiddling. He stares deep into my eyes before he says “Baby, you have nothing to be guilty about. It was not your fault, okay? Just let me help you and we can get through this together.” Tears start to build up in my eyes because of his kind and caring words. I really don’t deserve him. “I-I’ll try to tell you about it next time, I promise. “I say under my breath, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “Even if you can’t, I will still be here for you.” Chan promises, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before he wipes my tears from my face. I give him a small smile before he pulls me against him and leans back against the cushion again. He grabs a blanket and drag it over our bodies. “Now, how about we watch some movies. Maybe this will help shutting out the voices in your head. And then we can talk about this tomorrow at rest.” Chan suggests, the remote already in his hands. I nod softly against his chest “that sounds great. Thank you”. “No need to thank me, honey” he replies, placing a kiss on my hair before starting the movie. About halfway into the movie, I can feel my eyes getting heavy and I slowly drift off into a deep sleep, which was way overdue. 

hey I don't know if it was just me that was bothered by this, but it was a bit of an insensitive decision to put a picture of a stick-thin woman on a piece of writing that's for people with body image issues? especially something like stretch marks, sure thin people can have them but they're way more common on bigger bodies. idk it made me feel gross seeing that

Hey. So the whole idea behind the picture was actually just, that the dress matched my description and this was the first one I found. I didn't think much of it, I'm sorry.

I'll look for a new one right away!

“You deserve the world, honey.”

Pairing: Han x Reader 

Content: fluff 

Words: 1.2k 

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

I unlock the front door of Jisungs and mine appartement, just glad this awful day finally comes to an end. Work was extremely exhausting today; my boss has a deadline on a project this week and of course it’s the responsibility of all his employees to finish HIS project until the deadline. I sigh deeply as I shut the door behind me and take of my heels, my feet were hurting by now. I hang away my coat and purse before I notice the scent of lavender in the air. A confused look comes creeping in my face and I make my way over to our living room. “Sungie?” I call out for my boyfriend. A mumbled “here” is audible from the living room and I quicken my walk, my body full of anticipation to just spend a calm and peaceful evening with him. The lavender scent gets stronger, the closer I get to the door and as I step inside, I was greeted by a grinning Jisung who was surrounded by a few lavender candles.

“Hi, sweet angle” Jisung says happily as I make my way over to him. He swiftly wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a tight hug. “Hi sungie...” I mumble into his chest, my voice slightly drained from the day at work. “Look, after you texted me about your bad day, I prepared something for us.” Jisung explains, the excitement was clear in his voice, as he points to the coffee table behind him. Several sheet masks, a tube of peel of mask and two hairbands were splattered on the table, along with some snacks and the candles which were already lit. His thoughtfulness makes my heart melt and all the stress and feelings from this day, along with his cute gesture makes me feel so overwhelmed, that small tears start to fall down my cheeks. “Hey, hey...is it that bad?” Jisung jokes slightly as he places his hands on my cheeks, whipping away some of the tears. “No, it’s perfect, really. I love it. I just didn’t expect this “I explain, smiling brightly at him despite my tears. Jisung places a soft kiss on my forehead before seating me on the couch.

He starts to take of my jeans to replace them with some comfortable sweatpants, his movement was slow and very gentle. My hair was carefully pulled back into a loose ponytail before Jisung pulls the hairband over my face, before he does the same for himself. “Gosh you look so cute” I squeal happily as I pinch Jisungs cheeks. His hair was too short to put it in one ponytail, so he now has two small ones on each side of his face. Jisung doesn’t respond but his cheeks start to turn pink. “Okay, okay. This is supposed to be about you. Let’s get started, alright?” he giggles softly as he grabs the tube of peel of mask. He squeezes almost half of the bottle on his hand. “ Jisung! Thats way too much” I say quickly as I try to snatch the tube out of his hands. “Oh nonesense” he says confident, his hand reaching out to apply the mask on my face. His fingers glide softly over my skin, his warmth was mixed with the cold of the mask. Due to him putting on way too much, the mask starts to drip down my cheeks, on to my sweatpants. “Ok, maybe it was a little too much...” Jisung admits silently, his ego slightly scratched. “Oh really?” I ask sarcastically, looking at him with this ‘I told you so’ face. “Hey, don’t be mean to me! I’m trying to be a great and romantic boyfriend” Jisung protests which only makes me bursts out giggles. Watching me giggle about his cuteness only makes him sulk, he pushes his lower lip above the other and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, come on, Sungie” I say, leaning towards him to give him a kiss on his lips, but just as my lips are inches above his he turns his head away, sulking even more. “Nono, no kisses for mean people” he insists. I try to catch his lips, but he is too fast, always turning away seconds before I can give him a kiss. “Sungie...” I whine slightly, “let me kiss you already.” He finally gives in and connects our lips together. His lips felt soft against mine and I can taste his sweet honey chapstick he used earlier. “Now, are you still sulky or shall we continue our relaxed evening?” I ask as we pull away from each other. “If you stop being mean to me, I would be more than happy to continue” Jisung answers me.

I shake my head, laughing slightly, as I wipe some of the remaining peel of mask from his hands, only to gently apply it on Jisungs face. He closes his eyes and almost melts into my touch as I let my fingers trace over his cheeks. As we wait for the mask to dry, Jisung gently starts to massage my hurting shoulders and neck. “Hm, what did I do to deserve this...” I hum out as his fingers knead stronger into my muscles. “You deserve the world, honey.” he mumbles under his breath, so quiet I could hardly hear it. I was thankful for the mask, so he didn’t notice the way my cheeks turn pink. 

“Stop whining so much” I say, carefully trying to pull of Jisungs mask from his face. Apparently, his mask hurts way more than mine did, for no specific reason. “But it hurts. How come yours didn’t hurt like this?” he keeps on whining, a small pout resting on his face again. “Maybe because I’m not a sissy like you...” I murmur playfully. Jisung snaps his eyes open, his mind debating if he misheard me or if I really called him a sissy. “Excuse me?” he asks, the disbelieve audible in his voice. “Nothing, nothing” I play it off, trying to hold back my laugh. “Did you just dared to call me a sissy?” his voice slightly higher than usual, as he places a hand over his heart, pretending that he was hurt deeply. Now I can’t hold back anymore and I start to burst out into a fit of laughter, to which Jisung only react with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. He hesitates for a moment before he pushes me back against the couch, now hovering over me. Before I can react, his hands are on my sides, tickling my skin with his fingers which only makes me laugh even more. “N-No Jisung....stop it....” I try to speak out between laughers, but he does not care. After some minutes I feel my throat staring to hurt, the reason I finally decide to give in “ok, ok. You are not a sissy...” I laugh out, almost out of breath by now. Jisung stops his tickle attack with a satisfied grin on his face. He lays down against the back of the couch before he pulls me close to his, turning on the TV so we can continue our anime, that we started to watch a few nights ago. I nuzzle closer against his chest, mumbling a quiet “Thank you, I needed this.” Jisung places a soft kiss on my hair “Your welcome, Honey. You deserve this.” 

“You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always”

Roomate!Han x reader

Warnings: cheating, mentioning of slight smut (MDNI), panic attack

Wc: 1.1k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

My body was still shaking slightly as I make my way over to Jisungs bedroom door. I could not quiet process what happened a few minutes ago. It felt like the ground was being torn away from under my feet, when I called my boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend- and some random woman picked up the phone, giggling and moaning slightly into my ear.

I softly knock on Jisungs door, tears still streaming down my face. “Come in” was heard from inside. Jisung is sitting on his bed, watching some anime as I step inside his room. “You need to watch this one, it’s amaz…Hey, what’s wrong?” his face instantly changes from happy to worried as soon as he looks at me. He quickly makes his way over to me, studying me with a concerned expression. We walk over to his bed so I can sit down, while Jisung kneels in front of me. He gently takes my hands into his, trying to calm me down. “H-he...” I try to say, but a sob escapes my mouth before I can even say a word. I don’t want to say it out loud. It would be real then, right? Panic starts to build up in my body and I feel my chest tightens. Pictures of my boyfriend and this woman shoot up in my head, imagining all the things they could have possibly been doing when I called. Did he really throw away our two-year relationship for some other woman? My mind keeps racing over the same thoughts again and again, making me completely forget about Jisung kneeling in front of me, until he succeeds to pull me out of my thoughts. “Shh, shh, take deep breaths.” Jisung soothes, his eyes filled with concern. He gently starts to stroke over the back of my hand with his thumb, trying desperately to comfort me. I try to take deep breaths, but I can’t. My body was shaking, and my vision starts to get blurry again from tears. “Look at me” he gently grabs my chin to force me to focus only on him. “That’s it. Focus on me” he says softly “you need to slow down your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He demonstrates slowly, trying to guide me through it, trying his best not to freak out himself. As he realizes that it does not seem to help, he quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me on to his lap in a swift motion. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pulls me close. With my head now on his chest, I can clearly listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing. I try to sync with him again and this time my breathing slowly starts to calm down. “That’s it” Jisung murmurs, his heart thumping in his chest as he holds me close. He tightens his arms around me, his fingers tracing circles on my back as he tries to soothe me fully. “Take all the time you need.”

His soft stroking on my back and his heartbeat grounds me and my breathing is starting to be normal again, small sobs are still coming from my mouth, but I finally have enough air and strength to speak. “He cheated on me” I whisper, so quiet, Jisung could hardly hear it. “Oh, I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He tightens his hold on me even more, trying to offer what comfort he can. “You don’t deserve that.” I cling on to his body with all the strength I have left in my body. Jisung shifts slightly, lifting me more on to his lap. “Do you think it’s my fault?” I ask hesitantly. “No, definitely not. He is the one who cheated. You didn’t do anything wrong. You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always” His voice was filled with so much emotion, which makes my heartbeat fasten. I stare him into his eyes, unable to answer anything. Only then I fully realize how close we are. Our bodies were pressed together, and I can feel his warmth radiating off him. Jisung tenderly moves his hand to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek. “You know,” he says softly, “if you ever need someone to talk to or just be there for you, I’m here. You’re not alone.” His voice is low and soothing, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. My skin tingles as he brushes away my hair. “Thank you” I mumble, our faces just inches apart by now. I feel Jisung leaning in closer, our lips almost touching, only for us to be jolting apart because of Jisungs phone ringing. He quietly curses under his breath before he looks down on his phone. “I’m really sorry, but I need to take this.” He stands up and leaves the room. I nervously start to play with the hem of my shirt. Did we really almost kiss? My whole body is tingling, when I think about how close we were.

My thoughts are interrupted my Jisung reentering the room. "Sorry again” he says, smiling shyly as he walks back over to me. “So, uh “he starts as he sits back down next to me “that happened. And I just want you to know that I really care about you, and…”. Before he can even finish his sentence, a wave of confidence washes over me and I quickly lean forward, pressing my lips on to his. I quickly realize he is not responding to my kiss, and I immediately disconnect our lips. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me” I stutter as I look at the floor, to embarrassed to look him into his eyes. Jisung looks at me, gently grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him, too. His eyes are filled with surprise but also something I can’t quite identify. “It’s okay. I actually liked it.” He leans in closer, brushing his lips against mine before once more reconnecting our lips in a gentle kiss. It feels like fireworks are exploding in my body as our lips move in perfect sync with each other. I swiftly wrap my hands around his neck to pull him even close, while his hands find place on my waist. The kiss just feels magical, like something that was meant to happen. I gently start to play with his hair in his nape, pulling at it softly. Jisung groans into the kiss, pulling me even closer to him by my hips. We break the kiss after some time, both needing to catch our breath. Jisung leans his forehead against mine, looking me deeply into the eyes. “Wow…” I mumble against his lips. A big smile is plastered on his lips as he nods agreeing. We sit on the floor for a while, just looking at each other and exchanging kisses here and there. I don’t know how I could be so stupid all this time along. The perfect boy was always right before my eyes.

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