When Youre Injured And Dont Tell Them | GOT7

When You’re Injured And Don’t Tell Them | GOT7

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Jackson:

You were walking back home from work the day after an argument with Jackson— refusing to let him pick you up like usual. All of the hurtful words and names used from the previous night came flooding back to you, causing your eyes to blur with tears.

Not allowing them to fall, you wiped at your eyes in frustration and sadness, not paying attention to the stick on the sidewalk in front of you. Your shoelace caught on the end of the stick, causing you to tumble forward. You gasped and fell hard onto the concrete.

New unshed tears flooded your eyes, but this time because you were in pain. You winced and looked down at your ankle, pulling your pantleg up just enough to see the damage. It was starting to bleed and change colors, and you just knew it was going to be a nasty bruise before the end of the night.

You sighed and pulled your jeans back down, forcing yourself up with another wince before walking as fast (and as careful) as you could back home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, you threw your Converse off and waddled your way into the bathroom. Each step you took caused an immense amount of pain to shoot up from your ankle to your entire leg. You got undressed as quickly as possible and went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean your ankle up.

You were so focused on the pain that you hadn’t realized that Jackson was home early. You opened the bathroom door with a groan and your eyes widened when your boyfriend turned around in surprise, in the process of turning the shower on for himself. His eyes softened when he noticed you holding your leg with tears in your eyes. You gulped and tried to blink away your tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ho—”

“What happened?” Jackson asked softly, walking towards you with concerned eyes. His hands went down to pull at your jeans to see what was wrong, but your hand slapped it away. Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he looked up at you. “Hey, it’s just me. Let me see.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. My shoes were just too tight on my feet today, that’s all.” You lied, not wanting to worry him or make him feel guilty for not picking you up.

Jackson knew you were lying, but he just let it go since it was clearly obvious you were still upset with him. “Okay,” He hesitated, letting go of your leg to look behind him at the shower. “If you want to get in first, you can. I’ll just get in after you.”

You nodded and watched as he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind himself to give you privacy. You exhaled a sigh of relief once he was gone, throwing your head back. You unbuttoned your jeans carefully, gasping when you saw how swollen your ankle was already.

Nonetheless, you turned the shower on and climbed in carefully, allowing the warm water to wash away the blood from the cut. All of a sudden, the shower curtain flew open, making you gasp and cover yourself up as much as possible. Jackson stood there with a towel around his waist, staring down at your foot and all of the blood swirling around the shower floor, watching it go down the drain.

“Jackson!” You squealed in shock, placing a hand over your chest, your heart beating way too fast. “What the hell are you doing? You said I could shower first.” You let go of your body after realizing it was just your boyfriend, putting your head under the water to wet your hair.

Jackson didn’t reply, only tossing his towel into the hamper and climbing into the shower behind you. “Dude.” You exclaimed, wiping the water from your eyes to look at him.

“Why are you bleeding?” He asked firmly, pointing down at your leg. You looked down and gulped, shaking your head. “Y/N. What the hell happened?” He asked more firmly, walking closer to you.

“Jackson, stop. It’s fine. I just tripped, that’s all.” You replied quietly, looking away in embarrassment. Jackson’s fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I don’t care what happens, and I don’t care if we get into the world’s biggest fight. You never keep these kinds of things from me. Do you understand me? When you get hurt and when you bleed, you let me know immediately. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you in times like this.” He spoke quietly and gently, but at the same time he was firm to let you know how serious he was. “Now tell me— are you okay?”

Mark:

You had been dancing around the house to your boyfriend’s playlist he had made for you, singing and jumping like nobody was watching. You spun around the couch excitedly, not meaning for your sock to slip on the hardwood floor and send you straight down. You gasped and tears welled in your eyes as you grabbed your elbow, noticing the blood trickle between your fingers.

You stood up quickly, rushing to the kitchen sink to clean it up. Within a few minutes, your elbow was bandaged and the blood off the floor was cleaned before it had dried. You began to laugh it off, the pain dying down and now becoming something to joke about. You pulled your phone out to call your boyfriend to tell him about the accident, a smile on your face as you imagined the fall over and over again— you couldn’t help but laugh everytime.

“Hello?” Mark’s groggy voice spoke on the other side of the phone, the bass of the speakers loud and clear behind him. Your smile began to fall once you noticed how tired he seemed to be.

“Hey,” You spoke softly. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

Mark sighed heavily, making your heart crumble a little bit. “I’m alright. Just really stressed out right now with this new dance number. I just can’t get it right. I just want to go home and cuddle with my girl, today just sucks ass.”

“I’m sorry baby. Try not to let it stress you out anymore than it already has, okay? Take deep breaths and make sure you’re staying hydrated. As soon as you get home, we can watch your favorite movie and cuddle.” You promised with a smile on your face, the original reason why you called completely slipping from your mind.

“Okay,” Mark replied with a small smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll be home in about an hour and a half, okay? I gotta go, the boys are waiting for me. I love you.”

“Be careful, please. I love you too. See you later, bub.” You blew him a kiss through the phone before hanging up. You looked down at your bandaged elbow and sighed, deciding against telling him since he was already stressed enough. You slid on one of Mark’s sweatshirts and covered your arm up, hoping he wouldn’t think much of it considering you wear his sweatshirts quite often.

By the time he got home and had changed into comfier clothes, he was throwing himself onto your shared bed with a heavy sigh. You pouted at how tired he was, and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. The day’s over and done with now. I’m right here, and there’s nothing to be stressed about anymore.” You praised softly, pressing a kiss to his head as he dug his face into your neck.

Your left hand continued to run through his hair while your right stroked his back. The movie (chosen by Mark) played in the background but went unnoticed, you and Mark beginning to fall asleep in each others arms. You had fallen asleep faster than Mark, your hands coming to a stop and just softly resting on his scalp and his back. Mark whined softly, your stopped strokes making him start to wake back up.

He reached up and grabbed at your elbow to continue your motions, making you yelp out in pain. Your eyes snapped open and Mark immediately sat up to check on you. “What happened? What did I do? Are you okay?”

You forced a smile and shook your head, rubbing your elbow softly one last time before letting it fall back into his hair. “Shh, don’t worry about it. Let’s just go back to sleep.”

Mark grabbed your wrist gently, pulling it out of his hair. “No, let me see what’s wrong first.” He ordered, making you sigh.

“Marky, come on. I’m tired.” You pouted, throwing your head back onto your pillow. Mark stayed silent, making you lift your head up to look at him. He had pulled your (well, his) sweatshirt sleeve down to see what was wrong. His eyes widened when he saw the large white bandage, his eyes quickly trailing back up to you. “It was an accident, I fell earlier and I didn’t want to worry you so I just kept it to myself.”

“I’ll always worry about you, Y/N. That’s what I’m here for. So let me do my job.”

Jinyoung:

Earlier in the week, you were scrubbing the kitchen floor and when you went to stand up, you slammed your head on the counter. After seeing it wasn’t too big of a cut and didn’t require stiches, you decided that it wasn’t a big deal and that it wouldn’t hurt to keep it from your boyfriend.

It was now Thursday night, and Jinyoung had finally gotten a day off to spend with you. The two of you had decided on putting on a movie, but within twenty minutes of it, your lips were on each others. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.” Jinyoung moaned softly against your lips.

“I missed you.” You replied before leaning your head back to allow him to give you kisses along your neck. Jinyoung’s hands traveled to your hips, squeezing them gently before tapping them, motioning for you to move. You listened, crawling over him and onto his lap as you looked down at him with a smile. Your eyes shined with adoration, your hands pulling his bangs back to reveal his forehead. “My pretty boy.” You whispered, making him smile.

“Come here,” He muttered, grabbing you by the back of your head as he connected your lips again. As his fingers began to massage your scalp while the two of you made out, he started to notice the large bump that took place on your head. His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled away in confusion. “What is that?” He asked, pulling you closer to him so he could see.

“What is what?” You repeated, feeling his fingers run over your bump multiple times to try and figure out what it was. “Jinyoung, what are you talking about?”

“This. You have a big ass bump on your head, babe. Here, turn around real quick,” He lifted your head off of his chest and turned you around so you were straddling him backwards so he could see your head better. He gently leaned your head backwards, pushing your hair to the side to reveal the bruised lump on the back of your scalp. He gasped and circled his fingernail around it a few times. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the hell did you do?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and flew your hand to the back of your head, allowing Jinyoung’s larger hand to guide you towards the bump. You gasped when you felt it, worry setting in. “What the fuck?” You muttered, turning yourself back around to face your boyfriend.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He asked gently, his hands rubbing small and soft circles around the bump. “Do you have a headache?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I just don’t know what it could b—” You stopped yourself when you remembered what you had done Monday evening. “Ahhhh, I know what it’s from. I was cleaning the kitchen floor Monday and when I went to stand up, I hit my head on the counter.”

“Monday? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jinyoung asked, his hands falling to your back as he rubbed at it soothingly.

“Well, you’ve just been so stressed lately and you finally got a day off so I just wanted to let you relax and not worry about me. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you.” You pouted, your hands playing with the strings of his hoodie as you spoke.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter to me,” He spoke, lifting your head up so you could look at him. “You always tell me when stuff like this happens, okay?”

Youngjae:

He had begged and begged and begged to take you out on a dinner date for the first time in four months. It had been so long since the last one because of his busy schedule. Normally, you would have jumped at the opportunity, but because of an awful toothache you’d got about two weeks prior, you didn’t want to eat absolutely anything. Your appetite had dropped immensely, too afraid to eat in fear of putting your tooth in even more pain.

You were doing a pretty good job at faking it and eating small and soft things in front of your boyfriend so he wouldn’t catch on, but this was different. It would only be you two— none of his friends to distract him and give you a break from eating and allowing you to let your tooth relax. He’d be sitting across you and would definitely notice if you weren’t eating or wincing in pain.

Finally, though, you agreed. You took a few pain pills before he had picked you up, in hopes it would help numb the pain just until after dinner. It honestly worked for the majority of the time— that was until the food arrived. You had honestly forgot about your tooth since the pain was gone and you had Youngjae to distract you. When you took a bite of your food, however, the pain instantly flew back.

You gasped in shock and dropped your fork, catching Youngjae’s attention immediately. He swallowed his food quickly before standing up from his chair, rushing towards you in worry. “Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, his hands grabbing at your cheeks to examine you. You winced in pain and shook your head quickly, your eyes tearing up as you held your jaw. “Hey, let me see. Move your hand, baby.”

You sniffled and lightly removed your hand, resting it on his arm as you whimpered in pain, trying to open your mouth so he could see. “Here, hold on,” He mumbled, grabbing a napkin from the table before holding it to your mouth. “Spit. I don’t want you to choke.”

You obeyed, spitting out your food into the napkin and watched through teary eyes as he tossed it onto the table and gripping at your chin softly to pry your mouth open. “You’re okay, shh. I won’t touch it, I just wanna see. Just calm down, honey.” He reassured when you gasped and let out a quiet sob when your tooth ached after you opened your jaw wider. “Which one is it, can you point to it for me?”

You sniffled once more before pointing a shaky finger toward you back molar, resting it back onto his arm when he nodded. “Yeah, baby, you’re bleeding. Your gums are swollen too.” He spoke gently, his fingers letting go of your chin and letting your jaw close again. “Did this happen just now?” He asked, standing back up to grab an ice cube from his water.

You shook your head, flinching when he placed the ice cube onto your jaw. “N-No,” You whimpered out, looking up at him to see his reaction. “I’ve had it for a few weeks now, but I was too embarrassed to tell you. I took a few Ibuprofens before I left, and it took away the pain for a while.”

“Until you ate.” Youngjae added, making you nod. He sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment. “You gotta tell me this stuff, kiddo. I can’t have you sitting here in pain like this. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, alright? You can’t just suffer in silence or else it’ll just get worse. Now come on, we’ll go get you some numbing cream and make you an appointment with the dentist.” He reassured before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

Jaebum:

He woke up before you did, which was a rare occurrence. The two of you had plans for the day, and you needed to get up soon. He looked down at you, smiling at the sight of your sleeping state on his chest, your legs tangled together. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your head, running his hands through your hair soothingly. “Hey, princess. You gotta get up.”

You stirred, a whine escaping from your lips before you hugged his waist tigher and dug your face deeper into his bare chest. “Come on, babygirl. We have to get ready to go. We have breakfast at your parents’ house, remember?” He tried again, his hand pushing your large T-shirt up so he could rub at your bare back.

“I don’t want to get up.” You whined, moving your leg from inbetween his to over his thighs. “I’m tired.”

“I know, baby, but we can’t be late. They’re excited to see us.” Jaebum pushed, his fingertips traveling lower, running softly over your underwear covered hip. When he ran his fingers over a certain part of your hip, however, you gasped in pain and shot up. His eyebrows furrowed, and he sat up quickly. “What happened?”

“M-My hip, it—” You sat up, lifting your shirt up and pulling the side of your underwear down to examine it. Jaebum leaned forward, pulling it down further to see where you were talking about, his eyes widening when he saw the large bruise on the bottom of your hip. “I-I hit it on the printer at work the other day, but it hasn’t started hurting until now.”

“That’s bad, babe. Like.. really bad,” Jaebum sighed, his hand turning you to the side so he could see it from another angle. “Jesus.” He whispered, running his thumb over the bruise. You winced and he looked up at you. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just put some ice on it or something. It should go away pretty soon, right?” You asked, letting your shirt fall back over your legs. Jaebum let go of your underwear softly, making sure it didn’t snap back at your skin harshly and cause you any pain on your bruise. He sighed and looked at you, his hand reaching over to move your hair from your face.

“The swelling will go down soon, but for now just put some ice on it and take some medicine, and we’ll keep an eye on it, okay?” He reassured you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. “But if something like this happens again, you need to tell me.”

BamBam:

You allowed your bra to fall down your arms, slipping yourself out of it. You sighed and tossed it into the hamper before bending to grab a shirt for bed. Just then, your boyfriend walked into the bedroom, whistling once he saw your half naked state. “Damn, baby. I had such a bad day at work today and this just made all of my stress go away. Come here.” Bambam tossed his bag onto the floor, making you giggle and turn around to look at him with a shirt in hand.

“Why was your day so bad?” You ignored his flirting, sliding the baggy T-shirt over your head. You pulled your hair out from under the shirt and looked up at him, waiting for a response. He walked closer to you as he licked his lips, placing his hands around your waist. “Hey, I’m talking to you, punk.” You joked, pressing a finger to his chest.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I was too busy looking at your beautiful face. What did you say?” He asked, his face incredibly close to yours. You laughed and rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you repeated your question. “We were just so busy, and Yugyeom was being such a little brat today. I was so stressed.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re home with me, now.” You smiled, pushing his hair away from his face. “I missed you.” You whispered before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I missed you too, baby.” He replied, kissing you once more. He pulled away to admire you for a little longer, something he loved to do when he had bad days. But something caught his eye. “Hey, did I do this to you?” He asked, voice firm with worry and concern. Your eyebrows furrowed and your hand travelled to where his was, which was on your neck.

“Huh? Do what?” You asked curiously.

“You have a huge bruise on your neck. But it doesn’t look like a hickey, or more specifically, a hickey I would give you.” Bambam spoke, his hand pushing your hair to the side to get a better look. “Babe, this is hella dark. This doesn’t look like something I’d give you at all. This looks like it hurts.”

He gently touched it, making you flinch. He looked up in concern, turning you around and guiding you toward the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall. “See it?” He asked, holding your hair back so you could see the bruise better. Your eyes widened and you traced over it as softly as possible before it clicked.

“Ohhh,” You threw your head back. “This is what Yugyeom did to me two days ago during your practice. He was playing with a rubber band and he accidentally let it go and hit me with it.” You waved your hand dismissively, shaking your head. “I’m fine. It should go away soon.”

You walked away from your boyfriend to start getting your bed ready, not aware that your boyfriend was still standing in the same place you had left him in, staring at you in awe. You tossed a pillow onto the ground and looked up, making eye contact with him. Your eyebrows furrowed and you chuckled nervously. “What?”

“You said two days ago,” Bambam spoke, pain seeping through his voice. “Why wouldn’t you tell me as soon as it happened? I would of gotten you some ice and helped you a little? Were you scared to tell me or something?” He threw his hands up softly, his eyes sad and heart heavy.

Your smile dropped and you walked over to him calmly. “No, baby. No. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened, he just didn’t want me to say anything in case you yelled at him. He felt awful and it was only an accident. So I promised him I wouldn’t tell. I’m sorry. I could never be scared of you.” You promised, placing a soft kiss to his nose before pulling him in for a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Yugyeom:

He was practicing with the boys when his phone rang. He always answered his phone when he was away from home— always worried about you and your health. When he checked the caller ID, however, his heart rate picked up and he held up a hand at Jackson, telling him to stop the music. He did, and Yugyeom answered immediately. “Hello?”

“Hey, I just wanted to call and see how she was doing. I didn’t want to call her phone just in case she was sleeping so I just called you instead— hope that isn’t too much of a problem.” Your best friend giggled into the phone. Yugyeom’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What? What do you mean?” He asked, looking around at his members who stared back at him in confusion. “Why wouldn’t she be doing alright?”

“You— I mean, she didn’t tell you?” Your best friend spoke tentatively, making Yugyeom stand up straighter.

“Tell me what?” He asked firmly. “Y/F/N, what the hell is going on?”

“She fell on her bike this morning and cut up her leg really bad. She called me crying and I came over to help clean her up, but she was still hurt pretty bad. It left her with a super bad headache, and she was half asleep by the time I left for work. I’m sorry, I totally thought she told you.”

Her words had his heart dropping, and he thanked her and hung up as quickly as he could. “I’m sorry, guys, Y/N’s hurt really bad, I have to go check on her.” Yugyeom rushed, throwing his bag over his shoulder before running out of the building.

He was home in a flash, storming through the front door. “Y/N!” Yugyeom yelled, throwing his bag onto the floor as he ran throughout the house until he found you asleep on your shared bed, his hoodie encasing your small frame and his pillow underneath of your swollen and pounding head. “Princess— hey.” He whispered softly, sitting beside you and pushing your hair away from your face. You whined and moved away from his hand, making Yugyeom chuckle.

“Baby. Hey. I’m gonna look at your leg real quick, okay?” He spoke gently, making you nod. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling the covers back, gasping when he saw your leg. It was bruised and had roadburn all over the side, with a few scratches and cuts around it. “Jesus Christ. Why didn’t you call me?” He asked firmly, lifting it up softly, bringing it closer to his face to examine it.

You rubbed at your eyes, shrugging softly. “I don’t know,” You replied quietly, your voice raspy with sleep. “I just didn’t want to bother you at work. I’m sorry.” You whispered, lips formed into a pout as you looked at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even mean to fall. It just happened so fast, and I—”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Shh, come here, it’s okay, sweeheart.” He hushed you when he noticed the tears in your eyes, setting your leg back down onto the mattress to grab your upper body and hold you against him. He rocked you back and forth, pressing kisses along your ear and head occasionally. “It’s okay, I’m here now. Don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, yeah? You can’t keep secrets like that from me, baby. When you get hurt like this, you have to call me. I’ll be there before you know it.”

i may have cried reading a few of your writings BC THEY WERE SO GOOD SJJFJFJD

NOOO omg YOURE SO SWEET AWW 🥺🥺 <3

He Reminds Your Daughter Of Her Worth | Lee Felix

inspired by the argument i had with a grown man today, who had told me how superior men were and how incapable women were. so this is for all the women who needed to hear this <3 i love you all and i’m always free if you need somebody

Your daughter had been quiet since she got home from school, which was extremely rare for her. She was the most energetic eight-year-old you knew, but despite her wildness, she had the biggest heart. She was quite sensitive and often silenced herself if she was upset. You cleared your throat to catch your husband’s attention, making him look up at you from across the dining room table.

You motioned your head towards the silent girl sitting at the table, making a worried face. Felix looked over at his daughter with a frown, and set his utensils down before speaking. “How was your day, baby girl?” He asked softly, his full attention on his daughter. She looked up at her father for a few seconds before looking back down at her plate, shrugging. “Why are you so quiet today? Did something happen at school?” He tried again.

You had stopped eating as well at this point, your concerned eyes burning holes into your daughter as you waited for her answer. Your daughter sighed before dropping her fork onto her plate, leaning back in her chair with a pout on her lips and tears in her eyes. Felix sat up straighter once he saw her watery eyes. “Henry told me that I since I was a girl I can’t be president. I told him that it shouldn’t matter, but then he said that it does because being president is a boy’s job, not a girl’s. Then he called me stupid and said I’d never be able to be president.”

By the end of her sentence, tears were running down her face. She wiped at them with the back of her hand but they wouldn’t seem to stop. Your heart burned in your chest, and you gulped back tears. Felix was fuming with anger, but refused to let it show in front of his already-upset daughter. “Baby, I want you to listen to me,” He started, voice firm yet soft. Your daughter sniffled and looked up like she was told.

“You can do absolutely anything you want. Whether that’s be president, be a teacher, be an artist— whatever. It doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you happy. And there’s no such thing as a ‘boy’s job’ or a ‘girl’s job’. Anybody can do it. Boys are not superior to girls, and I don’t want you to forget that.” Felix spoke sternly to make sure she was listening.

“What’s that mean?” She asked.

“It means that boys are not more important than girls. It means that no matter what anybody tells you, boys are not smarter, stronger, funnier, or anything else they want to tell you. They’re stupid, immature, and close-minded.” Felix continued, making you raise your hand up to get him to stop.

“Hey, hey. Let’s not call names here,” You warned, making him apologize meekly. This caused your daughter to giggle. “The moral of the story, baby, is that boys and girls are equal. Boys can do anything girls can do, and girls can do anything boys can do. Don’t listen to people like Henry. He has no idea what he’s talking about, but hopefully, one day he will. You can be absolutely anything you want to be, sweetheart. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Girls are strong, and can do whatever they please.”

“If you want to be president, then you’ll be president. You just have to work for it. But I know you can do it. Wanna know why?” Felix added, leaning closer to his emotional daughter. She hiccuped before asking ‘why?’ “Because you’re a girl and girls can do anything.”

got7 masterlist

mark tuan:

N/A

im jaebum:

N/A

jackson wang:

N/A

park jinyoung:

- You Put Others Before Yourself [A, F]

- Accepting Change [A, F]

choi youngjae:

N/A

bambam:

N/A

kim yugyeom:

N/A

got7 reactions:

- When You’re Injured And Don’t Tell Them [A, F, S-ish]

Oh I would LOVE to request from you you’re so talented!!! maybe a got7 reaction where you got injured (severity is up to you!!!) and you just never mentioned it to him?

thank you love! will get started on it rn :*

He Says Something He Doesn’t Mean | Lee Minho

You were tired, hurt, and frustrated. Minho was tired, hurt, and frustrated.

It was already 2 A.M. and the two of you were still yelling at each other. It started off with you telling him how much you missed him when he wasn’t home, and he had taken it out of context. He began to yell at you, telling you if he wasn’t at work, they’d have no money and he was doing all of this for you.

This only made you more angry. He wasn’t listening. One thing led to another, and now, three hours later, you were both screaming about the smallest things— anything you could think of.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so upset. I work to make sure you don’t go hungry, so you’ll have clothes on your back. I do everything for you, Y/N, what’s so hard to understand about that?” Minho yelled, his anger rising as the argument started going off track— leading to other arguments. He wanted to focus on the main source, and solve the problem so the two of you could make up and sleep.

“That’s not the point, Minho! God, it’s like you’re not even listening to me!” You groaned, sitting down onto the couch as you pulled at your hair.

Minho scoffed. “I’m not listening to you? I’ve been listening to every bullshit-word you’ve said, and I still get yelled at. You’re the one who’s being stubborn and not taking anything into consideration!”

You gasped, and lifted your head up to meet his eyes. “Oh, so now everything I say is bullshit.” You shook your head in disbelief, tears of frustration threatening to fall from your eyes. You stood up, wiping your hands on your leggings. “You know what, forget I ever said anything. I’m sorry I missed you. I’m sorry I told you how I was feeling, and I’m sorry I caused this whole thing. I’m just going to go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

Before you could turn around, you heard Minho scoff. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You just wanted this to be over. “You’re so dramatic. That’s not what I meant and you know it. Get back here; we’re not going to bed until we fix this.” You sighed deeply and turned back around, crossing your arms over your chest. Your anger was long gone. Now you were just sad and hurt.

“Minho,” You started, looking everywhere except his eyes. “I just.. I’m tired of going to sleep by myself, and waking up by myself. I miss you; I need you. I haven’t seen you in weeks, and I just.. I don’t know. Maybe I am being selfish and inconsiderate.” You muttered, shrugging softly to yourself. A few tears fell from your eyes but you didn’t bother to wipe them.

“I understand that, but I have to work, Y/N. I can’t just leave my—”

His words only caused your heart to drop even more. He still wasn’t understanding. You shook your head again, and scoffed softly. “I‘m not doing this anymore. I’m tired, and I need to sleep. I have to work tomorrow, and so do you. Come on, we can just talk about this—” You tried, desperate to give things a rest. But Minho was not having it.

“No! We’re going to talk this out like normal adults, do you understand? I don’t care if it’s five thirty in the fucking morning— if we’re still not at an agreement, we’re not going to bed. You always fucking do this. You always give up, you always leave when things get hard. You’re immature. It’s like you don’t even care about our relationship. I get that you miss me and all, but can’t you think about me for once? I mean, I’m the one who’s practicing all the damn time, singing until my throat is fucking raw, working on lyrics until three in the morning!” He began to pace around the dim living room, saying anything that came to mind. He wasn’t even thinking about how his words would affect you. He had no filter at this point. “You’re so fucking selfish! I’ve tried so hard to understand where you’re coming from, and I can’t! I just don’t understand why you can’t be proud of me!”

His words pierced through your heart, tears streaming down your face. You just stood there, taking it all. “Minho, I—”

“God, can’t you just shut the fuck up?” He turned around and screamed at you, your eyes finally meeting. He didn’t even look like himself at this point. He didn’t realize what he had said until he saw your tears and sad eyes. His guard immediately fell, and all his anger washed away. “Baby..” He whispered softly, his heart aching at your appearance.

You shook your head, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say. You let out another choked sob before backing up. “I don’t want to see you ever again.” You hiccuped before rushing to the guest bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. Minho sighed, throwing himself onto the couch in defeat. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole.

The next morning, you tiptoed into your shared bedroom, pushing the door open slowly. You needed to grab your work clothes, but you didn’t want to wake Minho up. You looked over at your bed, seeing the gorgeous brunette passed out on your side of the bed with one of your old highschool sweatshirts on, his arms wrapped around your pillow. You sighed, your heart aching. You turned back around and dug through your dresser in search of your clothes.

With your outfit in your arms, you turned to leave when you saw Minho sitting up with tears in his eyes. “Baby? What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes traveling down to the clothes in your arms. He immediately started thinking the worst.

“Work.” You replied dryly.

He looked over at the clock on the dresser, seeing as it was almost time for you to leave for work. “Oh.” He whispered.

You said nothing else, breaking the eye contact with your boyfriend as you made your way back into the guest bedroom to get dressed. You heard Minho’s footsteps behind you, making your heartrate speed up. “Hey,” He spoke, his voice raspy from all the yelling and lack of sleep. You didn’t respond. “Look at me.” He whispered, his hand grabbing your shoulder to turn you around.

You spun around, your eyes meeting for a split second before you dropped your gaze. Minho’s heart ached at that. His fingers gripped your chin softly, lifting your face so he could look at you. “Sweetheart.. I am so, so, so sorry. Please just.. talk to me. Forget everything I said last night. I’ll stay home for as long as you want, I’ll spend all my time with you, I will. Anything. Anything to make you happy.”

You shivered under his touch, tears spilling from your eyes just from the minimal physical contact. You shook your head, pulling yourself away from him. “That’s not what I want.” Was all you could muster, a small sob erupting from your lips. Minho’s hands were quick, his thumbs swiping under your eyes to collect your tears.

“What do you want, then?” He sniffed, a few tears falling from his own eyes.

“You, Minho! You! I want you!” You yelled before breaking down once more. Minho’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold back the river threatening to spill from his eyes. “I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to wake up in your arms. I want to have dinner with you. I want to be able to talk to you, I want.. I want my boyfriend back.” You ranted before dropping your head onto his shoulder, exhausted and heartbroken.

Minho’s arms instantly wrapped around your body, your work clothes dropping onto the floor as you began to hug him back. Your tears soaked through his shirt within seconds, but he didn’t care. Your body shook harshly as you sobbed, your hands grabbing at Minho’s (Yours, actually) sweatshirt. “I’m here now, and I don’t plan on going anywhere. I’ll try harder, okay? I will. You have my word.” He spoke into your hair as his hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

His heart clenched as he felt you press small kisses onto his neck. “I’m sorry about everything I said.” You sniffed, making him squeeze you even harder. “I love you.”

“No, I’m sorry. I never should of said those things to you. I’m so, so sorry.” He reassured, pulling you away slightly so he could see your face. Your eyes were red and swollen, and your cheeks were puffy. He grabbed your face gently before pressing his dry lips to yours. You kissed back as soon as possible, the action only bringing more tears to your eyes. When Minho felt teardrops fall onto your lips, he pulled away. “I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered before wiping your face again, pecking your lips a few more times before pulling you back into a tight hug.