Gotta Find Me A Jeonghan - Tumblr Posts

congratulations on 1k! taking this opportunity to request (beg) you for any jeonghan comfort fluff - literally anything you write, i will gobble it up. i love your writing, as i'm sure you know.

- livvie (who is having quite a week and could really use a jeonghan bf to hold her)

aaa i hope this meets ur expectations livvie!!

massage

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: stressed reader. jeonghan gives reader a massage n then its cuddle time. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: admittedly. i need a massage myself rn.

sometimes it seemed like jeonghan had a sixth sense for when you were feeling off.

maybe it was something in the way you texted him that you were leaving work. you’d only given him a short “leaving now” and nothing more--no questions of whether he needed anything or talk of dinner plans like the two of you usually would do. or maybe jeonghan was magic and just seemed to understand how stress would hit you sometimes, watching as it piled higher and higher on your shoulders until finally spilling late into the week. he always would complain that you should tell him sooner so that he can help you relieve stress, either by being there to listen or by distracting you however you needed, but that’d come after caring for you. you had said nothing to him when you came home past a general “i’m home” before you went straight to bed, changing out of your work clothes before practically collapsing onto the mattress just for a moment.

just to catch your breath.

and yet jeonghan maybe a minute later, lying down next to you. “do you want to talk about it?”

you opted to just groan in frustration instead. it was one of those days.

“ah. let me order dinner and then i’ll massage your shoulders. okay?”

you mumbled something about him ordering whatever he felt like, still muffled into the blankets.

“i already know your order,” he said, pulling up a food delivery app. “just give me a moment.” he looked up. “take off the sweatshirt so i can massage your back, too.”

despite not moving for another few moments, you propped yourself up enough to pull it over your head and set it onto the bed next to you. jeonghan dropped his phone onto the bed after a moment, saying he’d placed the order.

“hold on,” he said, moving to where he had better leverage over you. he hovered over you, knees on either side of your hips, as he gently pat your shoulders. “is this good? or do i need to move?”

“‘t’s fine,” you mumbled, angling your face so he could finally hear you properly. “you don’t have to do this, babe.”

“i want to. we can cuddle afterward, okay?” he started to knead at the tension in your shoulders, and you could practically feel how much he grimaced at that. “ah--see? you always get so tense.” he sighed, a little playful and over-exaggerated just to try and earn a smile from you. “you should be thankful to have such a sweet and handsome boyfriend...”

he hit a particularly sore spot, earning a groan of pain from you.

“oh, love...” his voice was softer then. “it’ll hurt a little, okay? let me know if it’s too much.”

he pressed his fingers into the knot he’d found, rubbing small circles slowly into your skin. he softly cooed at your whimper of pain, promising that he was only doing what he had to do in order to help you relax a little more.

“it wouldn’t get this bad if you came to me more,” he said, more serious than you expected him to be. normally, he’d be teasing you over the sounds you were making. instead, he just continued to massage out every knot and tense spot he found. “you take care of me when i need it. it’s okay to let me take care of you.”

“i know,” you sighed. “i just feel bad. you already deal with enough--”

“and you’re my partner and i love you and i want to be here for you, too,” jeonghan said, cutting you off. he climbed off of you, pulling your sweatshirt into his arms for a moment. “did that help? or do you need more?”

admittedly, jeonghan massaging your shoulders did make you feel a lot better. you hadn’t realized how tense you were. you ignored your sweatshirt as you crawled toward him, all but collapsing onto him. you shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you let out a heavy sigh.

“you don’t want it back?” he asked, acting as though he wasn’t about to pull it on himself. he liked stealing your bigger sweatshirts to look cozy in. it was always obvious when he did, in his friends’ opinions, because he always looked extra smug in being able to say that he was wearing his partner’s clothes.

(later that night, he would come back to the bedroom wearing your sweatshirt, takeout in hand and smiling with pride at successfully showing off that he was yours.)

“honey,” he said, reaching up to trace shapes onto your back, “don’t get too comfortable yet. i still need to get dinner.”

“mmhm,” you shut your eyes, relaxing against him.

“you look like you’re going to fall asleep.”

“and if i do?”

“you should eat first,” he hummed, drawing hearts now without much thought. “and then we can go to sleep.”

and yet he still let you cuddle in close, an arm draped around you that made you feel safe, a kiss pressed onto your temple.