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Started Reading My Book At 5am Till About 11, Took An Hour Breather, And Just Finished It At 6pm
started reading my book at 5am till about 11, took an hour breather, and just finished it at 6pm
i have never cried over a book, let alone this violently that i felt i was gonna be sick and couldn’t breathe
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it is absolutely criminal to be this fidgety and itchy
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 comfort🩷
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 whatever’s 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.
