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Throwback To A Few Months Ago When I Was So Drugged Up Post Operation And I Nearly Exposed My Whole Tumblr
throwback to a few months ago when i was so drugged up post operation and i nearly exposed my whole tumblr account to my mother
like on the drive to the hospital i was writing eunmin in busan where they were building legos and my mom said I WAS TALKING ABOUT BUILDING LEGOS?!
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when it's your turn to be patient and love in silence
a/n: nothing. I miss seungkwan and it's been some time since I wrote anything for him. Comfort fic, bc Seungkwan is my comfort๐ฉท
Seungkwan is a gentle lover.
He always tries to communicate without being too forceful nor does he make you feel bad when he doesn't understand what you're trying to say.
He pries in the best way possible; rearranges your words when your sentences are too much of a mess and holds your hands through everything when you need him to.
For the whole time you've been with him, it feels like he's always the one comforting you. Now that it's your turn to be there for him, you're embarrassed to say you're not sure what to do.
You'd usually try to joke and make him laugh, perhaps distract him with activities outside.
But you can tell that's not what he needs now.
No.
He doesn't need a distraction.
He needs to feel whateverโs bothering him right now and lets it pass whenever it will pass. You're not certain how to deal with him when he's like this, but perhaps he doesn't need you to do anything special.
"I've always liked your scent, have I ever told you?" You say quietly, plopping yourself right into his embrace.
Seungkwan jumps a little, but wraps his arm around your shoulder like it's second nature to him before he readjusts your position on the sofa.
Usually, he would've teased you about it to hide his embrassment, always so weak against your compliment. But he simply smiles and rests his chin on top of your head.
"Really?"
"Mmhm." You nod, your finger caressing his arm. "They make me feel calm."
He chuckles, the sound is weak but you're glad you can hear it.
"I better not change my parfume then."
You let go and frown at him, and he tilts his head in confusion. He's adorable like this, but it's not the time so you click your tongue before speaking.
"I don't mean your perfume." You bop his nose. "I mean your smell."
"I have my own smell?"
"You do." You nod and returns to your previous position, satisfied that your message is delivered. "It's just... your smell. I can't describe it."
You feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles once again, making your heart warm at the sound of it.
If this was your usual Seungkwan, he would've prodded about it; asked why you liked it, how did it smell, and why you've only said it now. But Seungkwan settles for: "I'm... glad that you like it then."
"You know I like everything about you." You say without missing a beat, though you do miss the way his heart skips one and the subtle way he holds you a tiny bit tighter.
"Thank you." He whispers against your head.
You nod and buries yourself tighrer into his chest, hoping that your warmth reaches him this time around, able to give him comfort no matter how small.
[ 9:08 PM @ PLEDIS BUILDING ]
"How in the world are we going to put the fire out? Hm?" Byungwoo was staring at Seoah who was chewing on her fingernail nervously.
"How am I supposed to know? It's not like I uploaded the pictures publicly on purpose." Seoah snaps, irritated at the obvious.
"Why do you even have those photos? Do you know the damage you've done?"
"I know! They were saved into my icloud's storage. How was I supposed to know that it was going to be hacked?"
"Let's all calm down. We're already taking down the photos as fast as we can and we already have another team investigating on the uploader."
Han Sungsoo walks through the door with Bang PD and takes a seat in front of the girl, papers in front of her.
"Would you like to explain these photos? Or how you were able to meet up with these people?" Sungsoo starts, gently dipping his toes into the mess.
"With what people? Everyone knows I'm friends with most of them and it seems like they're all fine."
"And what about this?" Seoah stares at the pictures with the soccer players.
"I... I know people, okay? We hung out as friends. That's all."
The CEO sighs, "Do you know how much damage you've done? Two just started their career and almost everything went down the drain if it wasn't for our team."
"I don't know what you want me to say. All of the photos taken were consented on both sides and they're deleted from my phone despite it being on my icloud! I'm sorry, okay?" Seoah shouts, exhausted from the constant back and forth of nonsense.
Ever since the pictures made headlines, everyone has been contacting her nonstop for an explanation. She couldn't even talk to her friends and apologize.
"I'm sorry that I went out of my way to make friends and hung out with them. I'm sorry that I crossed the line of being friends with some of them but I promise you that we're nothing more. It was a stupid moment that I want to forget. I'll do whatever you guys want me to do. I don't care- Just stop everything." Seoah whimpers towards the end, eyes rimming with tears.
"Everything will be handled by the end of the week. For now, I think it's best for you to not meet up with your friends. And if you want to go out, manager Byungwoo will be with you at all costs."
Seoah nods, head down, letting the tears fall.
"You're dismissed. You can go home now."
Seoah stands up and immediately heads out the door. Once opening, she sees Seungcheol and Jeonghan standing in front of her with worried eyes.
She wipes her tears with the edge of her sleeve and brush past them, not wanting to make things worse.
After all, she's done enough damage to herself and the group.