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23:11 with xu minghao
"how are you feeling today?" he's peering at you from the other side of the room, having just finished his nightly routine.
you're fidgeting while you stand in the middle of your kitchen, waiting for the water to boil. it's always so hard to keep up a façade when your boyfriend is so attentive. part of you wants to tell him, but the other part of you just wishes to crawl in a hole and disappear. maybe it's easier that way.
"do i have to answer?" you chuckle, wanting to make light of the gloomy mood you had set between the both of you.
he hums with a slight shake of his head. and just like that, he has the answer he needs. "of course not, love" he ventures to your side, watching as you pour the now boiling water into two mugs.
somethings definitely on your mind. minghaos gaze follows you as you swiftly open the cupboard behind you, choosing your choice of tea for the night.
chamomile. ah, one to help aid in sleep and to ease anxiety.
"you know you can tell me anything, only whenever you're ready though," he adds, inching closer to your side as you stir your cup. "i'll be here no matter what" he reaches over you to grab the same choice of tea, hoping it brings you some sort of comfort that he too wants nothing more than to have you free of anxiety.
you're both quiet. no words need to be exchanged while he pulls you in a small hug. his arms make you feel at ease, and you're grateful in this moment that he doesn't press on the matter.
he sways the both of you, letting out a small giggle as you attempt to hide a smile in his chest. he can tell your mood is starting to lift ever so slightly, so you’re letting out a small sound as he lifts you up, ditching your tea and heads to your shared bedroom.
“you need to rest,” he softly bids, pulling at the sheets to allow you to lay down, “i’ll be here when you wake,”
“you probably need rest more than i do,” you’re shifting a bit to make room, patting the spot next to you. “i’m not the only one who’s tired. let’s sleep together,” you say, tone not suggestive in the slightest. “come here,”
he joins you with a nod, crawling beside you with a comfortable space between the two of you once he’s settled. he’s admiring you, watching as a small blush washes over your cheeks. that usually tends to happen whenever you catch him looking at you and he absolutely adores it. taking your hand in his, he lifts it to his lips to press it against your skin. whenever you’re ready, he’s happy to lend you his shoulder to cry on. but for now, he’s more than content with just the knowledge that you know that he’s there for you no matter what.