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Sarahhhhh 😭 I’ve been a little down lately and a big warm back hug from Joonie is exactly what I needed, it’s like you read my mind! I could almost feel his taut arms around me, could imagine his strong hands massaging away my worries. This was sooo comforting, thank you!!! Having felt bone-tired myself recently, I especially loved the imagery of Namjoon seeing and loving the strength in the reader’s bones. I adore you and your unfailingly evocative writing, darling! Thank you so much again!!! 💕💕💕

fragile.

summary:  namjoon takes you to a place he hopes can fill you with as much peace that it gives him. pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: light angst, comfort-fluff rating: g word count: 1.2k tags/warnings: reader is experiencing pressures of life, light crying, much comfort and joon fluff

a/n: for @woodstockbtswriter​, cjaaaay~  i hope this is exactly what you were seeking, and most importantly feels like a big, warm hug from joon. i adore you & thank you for always supporting my lil’ events.

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Sometimes the weight of the world feels all too crushing, holding it with your two hands, how could you be expected to continue bearing that? It could feel lonely, the kind of lonesome that wore on your bones, in a single breath, they could crumble until all that was left were dusty remains. Tears fall like heavy raindrops from your eyes and maybe, just maybe, the life in those tears could water what was drying up around you. What the world and life were taking from you. A warm press against your skin alarms you, but only in a gentle inhale because you remember who is there with you. So you keep your eyes closed and choose to stay there, trusting the hand that is carefully wiping your tears away.

The breeze picks up and brushes past your ear, taking strands of your hair in its wake, doing a little dance that lights a smile across your face for the first time in-well you couldn’t remember how many days. This trusted hand moves from your cheeks to move back the rest of your hair before it lays on your shoulder and rubs you there.

It’s nearing sunset and the weather is starting to cool off along with the wind that blows around you. He brought you here to remind you that other things still existed despite the pressure that was burying you. In his deep timbre, his voice urged you to listen to the rustling of the trees. Taking you as far away from the traffic as he could, he said, “you can hear the wind, just concentrate.” Namjoon stood behind you, pulling you until your back rested against his chest; “bear your weight on me.”

So you did.

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