Mingyu & Wonwoo : Still Stuffed, One Shot, Double Kill

mingyu & wonwoo : Still stuffed, one shot, double kill

w.c : 3.1 k ┊ synopsis : boyfriends mingyu and wonwoo give their bestfriend more than you could have bargained for, but you are not complaining┊ content warning : smut , best friends to lovers sorta, bisexual threesome (m/m/f) , oral sex (f + m rec) , edging , hard dom (top) wonu + sub (bottom) gyu + sub reader , slight size kink , (idrk what its called but ig sandwich sex?) , anal (m rec) a/n : note that depiction of mingyu and wonwoo as bisexual is just for the entertainment of this fic and I do not intend to impose any sexuality on them irl. also I was absolutely wasted drunk when I wrote this so I don't even know just nasty threesome.

it was just another video game night with wonwoo and mingyu. it was at your house, like always, because you had a gaming system installed in your bedroom instead of the living room unlike wonwoo and mingyu's shared apartment. and all three of you agreed that the bed was more comfortable to spread out and sit on while gaming.

you yelped from the right side of the bed, having won yet another round (well, technically you came second, but at least you won against mingyu). the screen in front showed the game over slide once again. you sighed and got of the bed to stretch your libs a little.

"i'm getting more beer," you announced seeing all three of your cans empty already, "y'all need anything else?"

"some snacks would be great!" mingyu called out. you took the empty cans to dispose off and left the bedroom.

you, mingyu and wonwoo have been best friends forever. you and mingyu had been childhood friends since you were neighbours. you met wonwoo in highschool and decided immediately to make him part of your little gang. the friendship remained as solid as it could throughout school and college.

wonwoo and mingyu had started dating around last year after pinning over each other for almost 2 years until mingyu asked wonwoo out for a date finally and wonwoo agreed shyly. you knew both boys were in some part of the bisexual spectrum and them dating didn't change a thing in your friendship. you were happy for them and rooted for them all the time, but you'd lie if you were to say you weren't a little jealous. you just wished you had someone to take care of you the way they did of each other. of course, they took care of you almost as well as a boyfriend would, but its been so long since your last relationship that you need more than just care.

meanwhile, mingyu and wonwoo had started making out on your bed in your absence, kissing nastily with wet noises enveloping the room. "mingyu, stop, y/n is gonna come soon," wonwoo whisper yells when he felt mingyu's hand get frisky over his sweatpants.

"i can't help it baby. you're so hot, winning every round like that. you deserve some reward," mingyu argues and wonwoo can't the sound that escapes his throat when mingyu latches his mouth on his neck, "besides, its been so long, i can barely keep away from you."

wonwoo chuckle, "we fucked last night."

"my point, its so long already," mingyu said sucking a hickey on wonwoo's neck. they were too lost in their own world to notice the door opening.

"uhm, guys?" you didn't mean to interrupt them, but you were also not exactly sure what you were supposed to do seeing them make out like animals in heat on your bed. it was hot to see them frisky like that, you had never before seen them get like this, but you had to remind yourself that it was not appropriate to think of your two best friends like that.

"o-oh! y/n! we're so sorry-" wonwoo stumbled to say, pulling away from mingyu and adjusting his glasses back up.

you didn't exactly know how to react. for one, it was difficult to unsee the growing bulges in both boys' pants. it wont be very easy to continue the game again after having that image in your mind. the beer you have had has made you a little horny - its an effect alcohol seems to have on you always - and your hot gay bestfriends weren't making it easier for you.

"whatchu thinking 'bout?" mingyu asks in a more teasing tone, seeing you malfunctioning and just standing in your place like a broken machine, "thinking 'bout joining us?"

mingyu was smacked on his arm by his boyfriend, "gyu! be nicer!"

"what? its not the worst idea," mingyu says, rubbing the spot he'd been hit on, "i remember her mentioning her interest in threesomes last time we got drunk at joey's. besides, i know you find her really hot, you'd love it too, right? i see this as a win-win!"

"i-i never said that!"

"oh but your eyes say it all, baby. i've seen how you check out her ass all the time. i am not complaining, don't worry, i do find her really hot too." mingyu was smacked again.

"boys, boys! what are y'all talking about?" you were dumbfounded. wonwoo checks out your ass!? mingyu finds you hot!? that's some great information to digest. wonwoo and mingyu share glances, as if speaking more than that you can hear with their eyes alone

"say, y/n, i'm horny, nonu is horny, and you could join us if you like, no pressure, but we'd really make it worth your time," mingyu says, looking back at you.

"you don't have to if you don't want to. you could say no and we'd never speak of it again," wonwoo adds.

you think about it seriously. on one hand you were really arounsed and your bestfriends' bulging sizes against their respective pants were sending blood to your crotch and they just offered you for a threesome. then on the other hand, your conscience said it was morally wrong to do this.

fortunately for you and your throbbing pussy, you had just the right amount of alcohol in your system to put your morals aside.

"okay, what the hell," you mumble and jump on the bed between the two, pulling them both by the collar. mingyu giggles as he pins you down and connects his lips to yours instantly. you feel two pairs of hands exploring your body, feeling you up and messing with your clothes. mingyu ravishes your mouth with his tongue, kissing you wet and dirty.

you are surprised when wonwoo pushes aside mingyu's head to take his turn to kiss you. you whine into his mouth, feeling the sudden change. wonwoo can taste mingyu in your mouth still, and the mixed flavours with the taste of your mouth turn him on incredibly. if you thought mingyu was a dirty kisser, wonwoo was worse. his spit was all over the places as he kissed you hungrily and open-mouthedly, and you absolutely loved it.

it must be visible on your face because mingyu chuckled at you, already taking off his clothes, "i should warn you, y/n, wonwoo may look shy and innocent with his nerdy glasses, but he is a complete freak in bed. he is a literal sex monster."

you gasped at mingyu's words. wonwoo took the opportunity to stick his tongue deep down your throat, making you almost choke. then suddenly, it was gone. wonwoo pulled back from you, making you chase his lips, but he pushed you down. he sat up on the bed, taking off his t-shirt, making you whine as he did it all so slowly.

"mingyu, take off her clothes."

mingyu obeyed so. your shirt was pulled off you, your bra taken off at a speed that your think the clasps must've broken, and your shorts yanked off. you felt cold and exposed out in the air, so you tried to approach mingyu to kiss you again, heat your body with his again. but your hair was pulled, making you fall back on the bed with a gasp.

"did i say you could kiss him already?" wonwoo's eyes were dark, and you were scared of him in a hot way which made you want to obey everything he says like a little obedient slut. you were leaking so bad from his strong demeanor, you were sure they both could see the huge dark spot on your panties.

wonwoo leaned by your ears, and whispered softly, "if i make you uncomfortable with my words or action, you can tell me to stop, yeah?"

you nodded, but you didn't plan to. if anything, you wanted him to keep acting meaner to you. you didn't know you would be into being dominated like this until now.

wonwoo snaps at mingyu after that, "open her legs up, kiss her thighs." mingyu does just that, slowly spreading you knees apart and placing buttery wet kisses long your thighs, nearing to your core. you cannot make out if the sound he makes is a laugh or a moan against your soft thighs when he sees how wet you are.

wonwoo snakes his hand down to your breasts, grabbing one in each hand and slowly kneading the flesh. "take her panties off," wonwoo commands mingyu and he does so. "lick her up. she's making a mess, lick all her juices up."

mingyu licks a flat strip along your pussy, his tongue dipping into your folds. wonwoo helps him, reaches a hand to open your outer labia with two fingers, and properly gives mingyu access. mingyu licks a long strip from your slit to your clit and you let out loud whorish moans to let it be known how much you love this.

"squeeze his head with your thighs, he likes that," wonwoo tells you and you comply with him without even thinking. you press your thighs to mingyu's ears, enough to for him to feel the pressure but not so much you'd hurt him. but that's not what wonwoo wants. "more," he he tells you, and you squeeze your thighs tighter around his head until, --

oh. mingyu moaned over your cunt, and you felt the vibrations. wonwoo smirked when he heard it too. he grabbed a hold of mingyu's short hair tightly and pushed his head deeper into your cunt. you understand now. mingyu likes being hurt like this. he likes being controlled by wonwoo. you couldn't hear what wonwoo said next, lost in the thoughts when you suddenly felt a tongue dart into your cunt, earning a choked moan from your lips.

wonwoo leaned down to kiss your nipples, sucking on them and licking them up like a hungry cat. your hands reached over his head, lacing your fingers through his soft hair. you were close already and both the boys could sense it from the way your moans got more erratic and your thighs trembled.

you were just about to reach your high when wonwoo grabbed mingyu's head and pushed him away from your cunt. a cry left your lips, your cunt spasming and clenching around nothing with all sensations gone. you felt tears filling up your eyes as wonwoo leaned down and kissed your lips.

"there, there. it wasn't that bad now, was it? i know a pretty girl like you can take better," wonwoo's words were comforting, as his hands rubbed circles on the side of your hips, but his tone was awfully teasing and it just made you want to cry harder.

wonwoo instructed mingyu to sit up on the bed against the headboard and got you on all fours in front of him so your face was to mingyu and ass to wonwoo who was preparing his dick behind you. mingyu's dick was red and hard against his belly, but he wouldn't dare touch it without wonwoo's instructions. mingyu and wonwoo were a little similar in sizes, you noticed (and it made your mouth salivate), except mingyu was thicker than wonwoo and the latter was longer.

it was more so of a punishment for you too, to just watch his painfully erect dick and not put it in your mouth. hell, you couldn't even kiss his pretty pink pouty lips until wonwoo said you could. you had only spent twenty minutes with wonwoo and mingyu in bed, but you already knew the rules of this game. you knew wonwoo was in charge of everything and you should obey everything he says, otherwise the consequences could be harsh. and that turned you on incredibly.

wonwoo played with his dick, sliding along the length of your slit, teasing you. "wonu, please," you whimpered needily.

"hm? did you say something?" wonwoo said in a fake tone, landing a smack on your ass, only to rub the spot soothingly soon after, "its difficult to hear with this beautiful pussy in front of my eyes."

you whined again, tears falling down your cheeks. mingyu was smirking at you, as if he was in any better position than you with his throbing untouched dick.

"daddy, please, fuck me," you whimpered at wonwoo.

the latter chuckled, slowly pushing his head into your cunt, already prepped and stretched by mingyu's tongue before. "shit, you're so fucking needy. just a needy little slut, arent you? don't worry, i'll fill your pussy up."

he set a high speed for you. you gasp and almost fall face-flat on the bed, only to be held up by mingyu. mingyu's other hand clutched the sheets, trying his best not to lose control. he liked being a good boy for wonwoo. the rough punishment-fuck was good, yes, but he loved the way wonwoo praised him and rewarded him better. besides, he had to be a good role model for you.

wonwoo could see the desperation on his boyfriend's face, and chuckled, deciding he deserved a treat. "mingyu has been a really good boy, don't you think, y/n? why don't you blow his dick, hm?"

wonwoo pushed your head down till your mouth was on mingyu's dick. you licked a long strip lengthwise on his erection, testing and teasing. mingyu let out a guttarial moan and you took his dick inside your mouth as far as it could go. wonwoo wasn't satisfied with your mediocre efforts, and pushed your head till you swallowed all of mingyu.

you forced your gag reflexes to relax as mingyu's head hit the back of your throat. with wonwoo's relentless speed, your head bobbed over mingyu's dick from inertia alone, not having to do a lot of work. mingyu's thighs started convulsing soon and both of you were near to your edge already. you thought if you don't let it show you were close, wonwoo wouldn't notice until you're actually cumming and he wouldn't be able to edge you a second time.

it was risky, but you really wanted to cum already.

unfortunately for you, mingyu was too obedient to his boyfriend to cum down your throat without asking first.

"wonu, i'm close," he whined, making wonwoo pull your head off mingyu by your hair, making you whine loudly. you whined even louder when wonwoo exited you without giving you the release you needed.

"you are really noisy, y'know that?" wonwoo tells you teasingly. "good for you, i love hearing your sweet voice. stay in your position. mingyu come back here."

mingyu stands up on weak legs and kneels on the edge of the bed in front of your ass, his dick the perfect height to your entrance. wonwoo took a hold of his lover's dick and slowly pushed it in you again. you gasped at the unexpected intrusion. "hold her hips, baby, or she'll fall. she's so weak, you gotta help her. now, don't move yet, be patient."

mingyu stays still, painfully deep inside you. you loved the stretch from his dick. you could almost feel his tip brush against your sweet spot - if only he'd move a little and hit it with force.

you heard a whimper from mingyu, making you look back over your shoulder. your eyes widened, seeing wonwoo fingering mingyu from the back, two fingers deep already, preparing him. you realised what was about to come instantly. you turned your back and waited in anticipation, knowing that the best blow will come with the surprise of it.

you couldn't be more right because as soon as wonwoo's hips snapped against mingyu's, mingyu's snapped against yours, going balls deep. the feeling was extreme, one of a kind, and thrilly. mingyu's dick hit every right spot at every hit, making you reach cloud nine with the feeling. if not for mingyu's hands supporting your hips, you would have fallen down already with how weak your limbs felt.

the room sounded really filthy with the rhythmic double slapping of skins mixed with your moans, mingyu's whimpers and wonwoo's groans. but certainly mingyu was having the best time among you three, with his prostrate being abused by his boyfriend's dick on one end and having his dick swallowed by his best friend's pussy on the other. his eyes were rolling back and his throat ached with the loud noises it created. he was close a second time and he let his boyfriend know of it.

"cum on her pretty ass," wonwoo said, marking his sentence with a loud smack of his hand on mingyu's ass, making the latter cry. just as instructed, mingyu exited you before cumming ropes of white semen in your ass. "such a good puppy. now help her cum too. use your fingers on her clit."

mingyu's fingers found their way to your sensitive clit, rubbing in circular motions. you barely took any time before you were squirting, wetting the bed under you with a cry. you let your body fall on the bed and turn on your back so you could embrace mingyu, who fell right on top of you. wonwoo had slowed his speed a little to let his lover come down from his high at a relaxed pace without overstimulating him.

you kissed mingyu and mingyu kissed you, both finding comfort in the wet warmth of the other's mouth. the sight was oddly a turn-on for wonwoo, who soon came deep inside mingyu's ass, giving him a creampie as he exited. mingyu rolled over on the bed beside you, eyes closed shut from the tiredness.

you vaguely saw wonwoo get up and leave to the bathroom before your own eyes fell shut. you were sleepy already, it's probably past your usual bedtime. you barely registered being wiped clean with a warm and wet towel before being dressed in your pajama shorts and a loose tshirt. when your eyes opened wonwoo was doing the same to mingyu, kissing him on the top of his head after.

mingyu rolled to his side and snuggled against you sleepily, making you giggle softly while wonwoo got himself a pair of grey shorts to put on. wonwoo pouted and mumbled something under his breath before he snuggled on your other side. both the boys practically sandwiched you, with your back to wonwoo and front to mingyu.

you saw as the boyfriends shared a goodnight kiss, the sweetness dripping, making you smile for them. then mingyu looked at you with pouted lips, and you muttered a me too? before he pressed a kiss to your lips. you giggled as wonwoo picked your cheek as goodnight too.

"so, uhm, is this a thing now? we ... three?"

"it could be, if you like."

"i think i'd like it, it be great."

"this is so perfect, my cute little boyfriend and my cute little girlfriend." mingyu chuckled.

"i'm not little!" you and wonwoo whined simultaneously.

stop I knew it - I fucking knew u were a pieces [yall are always so fucking talented wtf???????????]

I WOULDVE ASKED ABT TAGLIST TOO

i’ve wanted to be in so many peoples tag lists because their works are so 😫

BUT

im terrified of getting notified when i’m with friends BECAUSE THEY ARE SO NOSEY and if they found out i read fanfiction .. 🌚

LMFAO I'M JUST BEING DRAMATIC. It really doesn't bother me. I'm sorry, I'm a pisces. Have you seen Hyunjin in skz code videos? He's just like me and I'm just like him. That's why he's my bias. I add theatrics to everything, just for the fun of it.

I appreciate your intentions, but I totally get it. I used to be like that too. It was embarrassing for me, but then I realized that this is my life. I like reading fanfic and being open about it. I actually used to have a whole pen name and everything and then said fuck it, we ball.

I don't know why some people think it's weird. Why is it viewed as a criminal offense to want to consume content about people or characters? Listen, some of us are mentally ill and use fanfic as an outlet. Obviously, it becomes an issue if you're hurting people or spreading negativity.

However, I think it can be used as a pretty powerful tool to educate people too. It's a double edged sword, you have the power to weld it and do what you will with it. It's flexible, it can help spark creativity, and you never know who you might reach, what friends you'll create, and the safe space you might help contribute to.

At the end of the day, we're all human. We just want connection, happiness, and whether people want to admit it or not, we want love. It has its pros and cons like everything else. I think if I was famous and I knew people were creating content about me in a positive light and helping people with their struggles and providing entertainment for free, I'd want to consume it too.

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I just woke up why am I being attacked like this T-T -

minghao is for the girlies who never forgive themselves, who were never cared enough, whose desires or dreams are always taken for granted, who always think of running somewhere far, who have nightmares often, who never feel safe around anyone with their secrets, whose father don't know their favourite colour, whose little habits were always made fun of, who doesn't love their nose, who never had anyone for suggestions, who hates themselves because of others.

this is so beautifully written I CRIED-

(please don't leave me) | choi seungcheol

⇢ Seungcheol x Reader

⇢ word count: 4k

⇢ angst / hurt comfort

⇢ A/N: for any of you who might need it. I know it's hard, but please hang in there.

⇢ warning: reader is having symptoms of anxiety.

未来なんて来なけりゃ皆とのこの差も

If the future never came, I wouldn’t have to worry,

これ以上は開くことは無いのにさ

About being left behind by everyone else

Sekai no Owari - Ginga gai no akumu

You don’t realize what it was when it first happened, but you remember the feeling so clearly even now, at least a month later. Because how can you not when you had sat up on your bed in panic, thinking there's an earthquake because it felt like your body was shaking and so was the table clock beside you, only to check the news and find nothing?

You even tried looking up earthquakes across all social media only to conclude that you’re probably more tired than you thought you were because nobody around you even mentioned about an earthquake.

But then it happens again, so strongly that you feel your bed shaking and your heart beating so loud in your ears. You try to look around and see if everything else is shaking, but, then again, your sight might be playing a joke on you because everything seems shaky. The only thing that convinces you that everything is still… is Seungcheol.

He’s still sleeping soundly beside you, not the least bit bothered by whatever phenomenon you’re experiencing. And you know Seungcheol is sensitive to things like this, he would’ve woken up first and taken you with him if an earthquake was really happening.

You try to feel your heartbeat, but it’s hard to make sense of it when your head is spinning and your mind is all over the place. You try to take a deep breath too, but it’s truly Seungcheol’s soft, sleepy voice calling your name that gets the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat to calm down even a little.

“You okay?” he asks in worry, his barely conscious mind trying to register why you’re sitting up with your hand on your heart. “Nightmare?”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not, but you nod because it’s easier and you don’t want to worry him when it’s 2 in the morning and you know Seungcheol has practice in a few hours.

“Come here,” he whispers, signaling you to lay in his embrace. You exhale a deep breath as you do so, hoping that Seungcheol is too sleepy to notice how out of it you are. “Do you want to talk about it?”

At the shake of your head, Seungcheol hums and gently rubs your back to help you relax. It’s concerning how tense you are, but he knows not to push it when you say you don’t want to talk about it, let alone when he’s barely awake at 2 in the morning. So he plants his lips on your forehead to let you know he’s there, holds you a little tighter to remind you that it’s okay to lean on him.

“I’m here, okay?” he whispers against your hair. “It’s just a nightmare. You won’t have to see it again tomorrow.”

You try your best to hold back your tears, wondering why it’s suddenly hard to believe his words with dread filling your heart.

You wake up to your bed empty, and, as usual, you find Seungcheol’s texts the moment you check your phone.

[07:01] Seungcheol🌙: Sorry, Jihoon called and said I’m needed at the office earlier than scheduled

[07:01] Seungcheol🌙: Take it easy today. You’re working from home, right?

[07:02] Seungcheol🌙: Don’t forget to eat!

[08:11] Seungcheol🌙: I think I might need to stay in the dorm for the next few days, I’m sorry :(

[08:11] Seungcheol🌙: Call me if the nightmare comes again, ok? I know it bothers you a lot when it happens

[08:12] Seungcheol🌙: I love you

[08:17] Seungcheol🌙: Oh! Or you can just stay at the dorm if you want, you know the kids don’t mind

You don’t even know why you’re crying, but you are and it’s only when you’ve read all of his texts that you even realize there are tears falling down your face. You try your best to make sense of it; of why you’re crying and why you’re trying to hold back your tears, but it’s hard and you come up with nothing as you listen to your cries echoing in your silent apartment.

[10:10] Sorry, I woke up late and got caught up with meeting immediately after

[10:10] Its ok I understand, dont worry about me, ok?

[10:11] Love you too, Cheol

Seungcheol frowns when he reads your texts. It’s not weird for you to text this way, but there’s just something off that he’s not sure how to put his fingers in it yet.

Perhaps it’s the worry from last night that still refuses to leave his mind, because it’s been some time since he’s felt you that tense and you’d usually almost immediately melt into his embrace when you are.

But you didn’t. He’s pretty sure you were crying too at some point, but he can tell that asking you why would do no good so he let you be as he pretended to be asleep and blissfully unaware of the whole thing, though his arms tightened around you in the subtlest way possible.

He tried to rack his brain and see if there’s any sign that you might be having a hard time with something, if you’ve told him about anything that bothered you enough to react that way. But you’re fine even the day before that, though it’s true that you’re a little overworked and you’ve told him that your workload is a little too much these days.

Nothing I can’t handle though, you had told him. And he believes you’re not downplaying it, because you are capable of it and he knows you’ll tell him honestly if you think it’s too much, whining that your boss is an ass and that you need a break.

“Seungcheol, the meeting’s about to start,” Jeonghan calls for him, a little confused that the leader who usually reminds them of it is staring blankly into his phone. “You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he sighs as he pushes his phone to his pocket and follows him out of the room. “Just worried about Y/N, I think she's a little burnout.”

Jeonghan frowns, asking if you’re okay, which Seungcheol can only press his lips together at, unsure if he can actually tell him how you’re doing. He wants to say you’re okay, but you also told him a few days ago that you haven’t been able to sleep well.

There’s an assumption in the back of his mind, but he doesn’t think he has the right to assume with so little knowledge and a few things he’s witnessed.

For once in his life, Seungcheol desperately hopes he’s wrong.

Unfortunately for him, the meeting lasts longer than it was intended to be, and he doesn’t have enough time to text you because he’s already dragged to another one the moment he steps out of the prior meeting room. He bites his lip when he realizes there’s no further text from you after the ones you sent in the morning though. It’s past lunch now.

Are you that busy? But you’re working from home and he knows you usually get clingy when you’re alone, so you bombard him with your uneventful day that he finds interesting nevertheless.

Before the meeting begins, he excuses himself to the restroom so he can check up on you even for a moment. He fidgets in front of the sink, but his phone keeps on beeping with no sign of you taking his call.

Seungcheol sighs when it eventually beeps a long line, and decides to text you instead, pretending to whine about his busy day to ask if you’ve eaten lunch because he hasn’t.

He waits for a minute or two, just to see if you’ll reply immediately despite his call being unanswered. He reminds himself not to worry too much when you don’t, maybe you are busy. Or maybe you’ve fallen asleep because, obviously, you didn’t sleep well last night.

Once he’s back in the meeting room, he can’t help but be conscious of his phone, praying it would vibrate from your notification because he’s gone as far as silencing every other notification just so yours would be the only one that goes through.

Yet, it stays still, not moving even once for the next two hours Seungcheol is in the meeting, his mind elsewhere. Inevitably, that means he’s out of it for the whole day; he keeps on getting some of his moves wrong, and he answers a second too late when someone calls for him.

No one blames him though, knowing full well that’s how he gets when he’s worried.

It’s somewhere during dinner that you finally answer, yet another text that got his stomach twisting in worry.

[19:22] Sorry, fell asleep and didnt check my phone til now

[19:23] And i did, i hope you didnt miss lunch?

He bites the inside of his cheek. He doesn’t want to sound obsessive, but you’re gone for hours and… that’s it? He’s not sure why he’s more worried than he usually would’ve been. Perhaps it’s because you were crying last night, doing it when you thought he’s asleep when you’d usually take his comfort with open arms instead of going through it by yourself.

He immediately calls you after that, excusing himself from the studio to check up on you. A frown is etched on his face when the phone beeps once, and then twice until you eventually pick up even though he calls almost as soon as he’s read your texts.

“Hey,” he greets you, and you hum in return, clearing your throat before you say hi. “Did you eat dinner? How was your nap?”

“I think I’ll just eat some bun,” you answer honestly, aware that Seungcheol understands that you find heavy meals burdensome for dinner at times. “And it was okay. How was your day?”

It’s a poor attempt to change the topic, he knows that, even you know that, but he decides following your pace would be best for now because it’s not the best set up to pry when he doesn’t have the luxury of time nor is he physically there with you. So he tries. He tries his best to act normal and tell you about his day, whines about the endless meetings, about how his moves during practice were a bit off; just about everything he’d tell you like usual.

He hopes it will help you get a sense of normalcy, something to hold on to and to remind yourself that this is just another day.

Seungcheol bites back a worried sigh at how much you’re trying to sound okay, wondering why you would pretend to be fine with him, of all people. But, again, he doesn’t think this would be the best set up to push so he swallows his worry and reminds you to rest well.

“Call me if the nightmare comes again, okay?” he tells you, even though he has a hunch that it wasn't a nightmare that was bothering you after all.

Your answer comes after a beat, another hum of affirmation that sounds a lot like an answer you give because you don’t know how else to answer him.

“It’s been a long day, hm?” he decides to say, figuring that should be subtle enough. “You sound very tired today, angel.”

“My period is coming, I think,” you say, admitting that today hasn’t been that great. “But I’ll manage. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

“It’s my job to worry about you,” he jokes, his heart eases a little at the sound of your tiny chuckle. “Anyhow, I think I might need to sleep in the dorm for a few days. But I’ll drop by, alright? Or we can eat out, it’s been some time since we went out to a restaurant, hm?”

There’s a sound of what he assumes to be sniffles from your part, soft enough for anyone else to mistake it as an upcoming cold if they don’t know you well enough. But he does, and he wonders if he said something wrong that might bring tears out of you. Before he can ask though, one of the staff calls for him so he has to hastily hang up and reminds you once again to take care and call him if the nightmare comes back even if it’s three in the morning.

You don’t trust yourself enough to speak, so you hum and clear your throat, telling Seungcheol to take care also.

The tears fall almost immediately after that, his warmth reaching out to you in ways that you don’t understand possible as you cry for reasons that you can’t seem to figure out.

It’s exhausting.

You can’t even tell how many times you’ve cried that day; when your boss raises his voice slightly during one of the meetings and not even at you, when you see the amount of deadlines lining up on your memo, when you think of Seungcheol and his smile… and right now, after taking his phone call and hearing the sweetest things you can ever ask someone to tell you.

He’s so ready to care for you–to let you know that he’ll be there for you whenever you ask him to.

So what is this feeling in your chest, telling you you’re not worthy of his love and attention? That you’d just be bothering him if you tell him about what’s been happening the whole day? Is something even happening? Or are you making things up in your mind?

You know–you know he’d happily comfort you everytime you need it. That he would never consider you a burden and he’d lay everything down for you if he could.

But still, how can you ask him of that?

How can you dare ask him to spare his time and do all that just because you’re a little upset?

It’s been one day, and yet the emptiness within you hollows you out like never before.

Seungcheol gulps hardly as he grips his phone, unsure what to make of the conversation he has just had with one of your close coworkers that knows of your relationship with him.

“Thank God you called,” Hanna sighs the moment she picks up the phone. “I had been contemplating on calling you but I was afraid I’d bother you… but anyway, I know you’re probably calling because of Y/N and… I must say I’m worried, Seungcheol.”

The phone call doesn’t get better, obviously, and he has to take a deep breath quite a few times the more Hanna talks.

“She doesn’t really talk unless someone asks her about the assignments,” she says, making his heart clench uncomfortably. “And… I hope you don’t think I’m being dramatic, but I think she’s a little empty. She does eat her lunch, thankfully, though she nibbles on them and she just stares at her screen during so. I… you didn’t fight, right? I’m not sure how to talk to her when she’s like this.”

It’s taking him everything not to just leave the building and go to your office right there and then, but he knows you wouldn’t like that–and he’s more responsible than that too as much as he wishes he can just leave that very second.

Unfortunately, the news isn’t as surprising as he thought it would be. Because he does have his guesses that it’s more than bad days the moment your text continues to feel off even the day after. You barely even answer his call, and it’s always the same excuse: that you’re not checking your phone.

He’s not annoyed, just very frustrated that he can’t find a way to see what’s happening because you’re closing up. He wants to comfort you, but how is he supposed to do it if you don’t even want to acknowledge to him that something’s going on?

He tries to ask if you’re feeling better after that day, and you always say your day is just okay–that nothing worth mentioning happened. It doesn’t help that his schedule doesn’t allow him to drop by your place too, but it’s been three days and he should be able to go to your shared place tonight albeit a bit late.

He doesn’t tell you that though, because he still doesn’t know if he can really go home or not, and even if he can, it might even be somewhere around one in the morning. You’d force yourself to stay up and wait for him if you know, so he’d rather not when he knows you haven’t been in your condition despite your lack of confirmation.

It shows though. It shows in your strained voice and your short texts. It shows in how careful you choose your words and how you always make excuses not to answer his video calls.

It shows in how late your reply comes as time goes by. And how you always tell him he’s just too worried everytime he asks if you’re okay.

You don’t brush off his worries. That’s not something you do. You’d usually tell him you’re okay and that it’s him who should take care. Or you’d tell him you’re simply in a bad mood and you don’t want to talk to him for a bit just in case you’ll get annoyed at him too.

But not this. You don’t tell him he’s too worried. Perhaps you think it’ll ease his worry when it only does the exact opposite.

“Just go back home, Cheol,” Jihoon says from the other side of the recording room the moment Seungcheol snaps his face to him. He doesn’t sound annoyed, just very concerned that his leader has only turned to him now even though he’s called him for at least five times before. “I know you’re worried about Y/N. Go check up on her and stay the night? We have a late start tomorrow anyway.”

Seungcheol looks at his manager sitting behind Jihoon, signaling him to go out because it’ll do no one any good if his head isn’t even here no matter how long he’s been standing on the recording booth.

“You want me to drive you home?” his manager offers, and Seungcheol is about to refuse until he realizes he’d be too distracted to drive properly anyway. So he nods and apologizes to Jihoon for not being able to focus.

The younger guy shakes his head, as he could understand it could happen and tells him that he’s worried too from what Seungcheol has told him about you.

The drive to your place is silent, and it’s somewhere after midnight when he arrives. Seungcheol thanks his manager once again, then tells him there’s no need to pick him up tomorrow or that he will call if he needs to be picked up.

If he’s being completely honest, he doesn’t know what exactly he’s expecting from being home. But it’s definitely not the whole place dark with no single lamp turned on even though you always make sure to turn on one of the floor lamps in the living room and the other near the kitchen.

You don’t like complete darkness.

His stomach churns in worry at what this might imply, and it’s when he nears your shared bedroom that his heart drops because you’re awake and you’re crying–bawling, if he’s to be frank. And it takes everything in him not to just throw the door open and ask what happens.

Instead, Seungcheol exhales a deep breath and calmly opens the door only to find you turned the other way around, a bunch of used tissues lay on the your bedside table.

His eyes water almost immediately, but he softly clears his throat and takes the place next to you on the bed. You don’t realize he’s home, it appears, as you jump in shock when you feel the bed dip behind you and tense the moment he turns you around and pulls you into his embrace.

The shock doesn’t last long though, and the tears well up once again when your brain finally registers that Seungcheol is here and you’re in his arms. He doesn’t even have to ask what’s wrong, he just holds you and shushes you softly. He doesn’t tell you to stop crying either, simply caresses your hair and holds you tighter when he feels your fingers balling the front of his shirt.

When your sob finally dies down, you’re not sure how to look at him and what to say. Seungcheol doesn’t seem to care though, because he kisses your forehead and tells you to wait as he goes to the kitchen and get you water.

He still doesn’t ask later on after you’ve calmed down and sit quietly in his lap, doesn’t ask when he feels your hands trembling even though you didn’t have any hand tremor before this, his back against the headrest of your bed as he hums a familiar tone that you don’t remember what song of.

It’s calming though; the sound of his heartbeat against your ear and the feeling of his hand gently rubbing your back.

“Should we lay down?” he whispers against the top of your head, his arm that’s holding your figure tighten the slightest bit. “You should get some sleep, angel.”

You shake your head though, and then bury yourself further into his embrace. “I want to stay like this for a little while.”

His heart hurts at how small you sound, and he blinks back his tears once again before they can fall and worry you instead. “Okay. Tell me if you’re sleepy, alright?”

It’s silent again for a moment, and it’s when his arm tenses a little that you know it’s coming. Whatever it is he’s been wanting to say and been holding to himself–it’s coming.

“You know you don’t need to go through this alone, right?”

Your vision gets blurry again at his words, wondering once again how on earth did you luck out and get yourself a Choi Seungcheol.

“I’m here for a reason and I hope that means something to you,” he speaks softly, and if you’re not already sobbing now, you would’ve heard how shaky he sounds too, seconds away from crying himself. “I know it’s hard. And I hope you know I’m not mad, but… tell me if you need me to be with you, okay? I want to be with you. But I can’t do it if you’re not letting me. Please let me be with you.”

You didn’t think it was possible for you to cry harder than you already are, but it is, and Seungcheol is making it harder to stop crying because he’s really here and he’s whispering you every single thing you’ve been doubting yourself of; telling you that no matter how hard you’re telling yourself you have to go through it alone, you really don’t have to because he wants to be there for you.

Even if he can’t do anything but hold your hand, he wants to be there.

That he’s not going to leave and he doesn’t have any intention to do that ever.

You want to apologize to him, for thinking all those things against your relationship and how little faith you have in him even though you know it’s your head messing things up. That you don’t really think he’d see you as a burden, that it’s you who think you are a burden to him.

Seungcheol shakes his head though, tells you he understands and that he takes no offense in them even though your words barely even make any sense. You open your mouth again to explain, but he closes his lips on yours for a feather-like kiss that gets you feeling the calmest you’ve felt in a week.

“You don’t need to tell me anything now, okay? Just rest well and we’ll face tomorrow together, alright?”

You nod, eyes teary but heart much less heavy than it was before. You barely manage to smile at him, but it’s enough for him and he shifts you both down inside your blanket so you can finally sleep.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he whispers. “You’re not going to do this alone.”

It’s your turn to believe his voice instead of the voice inside your head.

明日を夢見るから今日が変わらないんだ

It’s because we dream of tomorrow that nothing changes today.

僕らを動かせるのは自分だけだろう

We’re the only ones who can make ourselves take action.

そんなことわかってるんだろう

But you know that already;

強くなれ僕の同志よ

Be stronger, my comrades.

A/N: and for me, who needed it. It's okay to seek for help. Don't go through it alone. Be stronger, my comrades.

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I don't have a back rub nor dumplings nor a won woo I just have intensified wonwoorot-

[08:41 pm]: jeon wonwoo

“did you know that snails can nap for up to three years?” you whisper, hopeful eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s face from your place on his chest, desperate for even just a crumb of his attention.

are you being a little dramatic? probably. but wonwoo should be used to your dramatics by now.

you can’t even blame him for being this engrossed in the book he’s reading — after all it’s the book you were supposed to read together, only for you to sheepishly admit to finishing it all by yourself in just two days. wonwoo just gave you a disapproving look and told you that he’d postpone all date activities until he finished the book as well in order to get you two to be even again.

this was your punishment, of sorts.

wonwoo just hums, one of his hands leaving the pages of the book to rub along your back in acknowledgment and before you can get the chance to bathe in the little attention he spared you, his hand is gone again.

you sigh dramatically, body going limp and letting your head fall down against his chest. “did you know that lack of attention will cause a broken heart?” you try again, not looking at him this time but rather choosing to nuzzle into his neck instead.

you seem to catch his attention this time, since his eyes leave the page for the first time in an hour, small smile playing on his lips and brows raised in question, “is that so, baby?”

you nod silently, sighing deeply for full dramatic effect. he hums as if in deep in thought, his hand finding the back of your head, pressing you a little closer to himself.

“and how do we prevent a broken heart?” he murmurs, letting the book fall shut and placing it on the bedside table. you can’t bite back the smile that breaks out on your face, because evidently, you won.

“well, first, a kiss,” wonwoo hums in response, urging you to keep going, “then a backrub and…maybe some takeout from the dumpling place we like?” you lift your head to finally look at him, hopeful spark in your eyes at the prospect of your favourite dumplings, only to be met with the goofiest, most smitten look you’ve ever seen on your boyfriend’s face.

“in that specific order?” wonwoo grins and you pretend to think about it for a second, even rubbing your chin for good measure. “no, as long as all three conditions are met, heartbreak is averted!” he snorts at you, suddenly reaching forward and pulling your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over.

wonwoo squishes your face, love downright pouring out of his eyes, “i love you,” he places a kiss on your forehead, almost as if to emphasise his point, “let’s get you your dumplings and that backrub, hm?”