[Your Bias]: Stars Everywhere
“Careful,” He places his hand over yours as you gently leaned over the glass railing.
“I’m careful,” you smile, turning your gaze from the city below you towards him. You give him a soft smile, though he probably can’t see it under your mask.
It was somewhat cold outside, and he wanted to bring you to the rooftop view for a few brief moments of privacy. He had been in and out of scheduled practices, interviews, and shows, and longed for small moments with you like these to bring him back to a very particular comfort.
“Thank you for making time for me right now,” you say into the night. You feel his warm eyes holding onto you.
“I’ll always make time for you,” he reassures. “You make me happy.”
Now you turn to face him, and he smoothly turns your hand into his, wrapping his fingers gently around yours.
“I want you to always be happy,” you say, letting his fingers caress yours. “How can I be sure you’re doing okay? I know it… it can become… quite stressful sometimes.”
He ponders into the night sky for a moment. For some time, it’s only you and him looking off into the view of the city, both thinking about the world behind and ahead of you.
“You can trust me,” he whispers. “I know you love me, I know you support me, I know you’re always looking out for me. I find comfort in that. I always do, I always will.”
You turn to him and wrap your arms around his waist, and embrace him into a long, warm hug.
One minute passes, then two, then three.
“Always?” You look up to him.
“I promise you, always.”
He pulls his mask down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You lean your head into him, and he leans into you.
There are many clouds tonight. Some patches of sky are completely covered. Others are completely clear. However, regardless of how many clouds there are in the sky, whether it’s day or night, you know that there’s always going to be at least one or millions of stars shining bright behind each and every single one of them, forever and ever and ever.
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꒰ (𝐔𝐍)𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ꒱ 오성민
summary : your period symptoms are the worst, but your boyfriend is the best
genre : fluff, seongmin x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship
tws : pet names, skinship, detailed period symptoms
author notes : once again, if you see my man at pride DO NOT inbox me i know
word count : 1k
“i’m here!” you heard being called out from where your front door met the living room area.
it was a habit that you had whenever you went over to the dorms, and now your boyfriend (as well as the others) had picked it up.
you wanted to greet him at the door, but today was the worst of your usually bad cycle, and you felt absolutely debilitated. your cramps were beyond belief, you didn’t even get any sort of comfort from laying on your shower floor like you usually could. you felt too hot, yet had the cold sweats and you mind just wouldn’t stay quiet long enough to let you fall asleep, even though you felt so lethargic.
you told seongmin, when he texted you earlier, that he shouldn’t come over because you wouldn’t be very much fun — and honestly you thought it was a little belittling to literally be fighting for your life. you also were a little scared of your visuals; you were wearing sweats, probably from two days ago when your period had started, hair messy because even though you technically took a shower, you didn’t get up off the floor long enough to wash up.
and to top it all off, your head was starting to pound.
all the lights in your apartment were off, and it honestly was confusing your boyfriend. he knew you were home, but maybe you were asleep — he didn’t know. you listened to the footsteps against silent air approaching your bedroom.
you were dreading the moment he’d open the door and let the light peak through. and as he did, it creaked against its hinges, the noise echoing painfully against your skull.
“y/n?” he asked softly. and thankfully he thought you were asleep otherwise he might’ve run and jumped onto your bed like he has in the past. “are you awake?”
you groaned, seongmin’s eyebrows creasing together. you pulled the blanket over your head, careful not to move too much (because it might set off your nausea and cramps).
you could hear the door shut, thankful that maybe he got the hint. you hugged the heating pad to your stomach, trying to conserve the heat that seemed to never be enough in these situations.
“y/n, are you tired? sick? what’s wrong? is that why you asked me not to co —“
the blanket muffled your voice, however he heard it interjecting between his sentence.
“min, please be quiet. my head — everything — hurts right now. i’m on my period.”
quietly, more like to himself he let out an “oh.” before you felt the covers being pulled off your head, however his hand was almost flush over your eyes blocking the light.
“i’m sorry. do you want me to leave? just nod — wait no that might hurt your head. tap me once for yes, twice for no.”
you wanted to laugh, but knew it would hurt too much to. so, the hands that were wrapped around your midsection broke apart and you tapped seongmin’s leg once… then twice.
“can you get me some medicine?”
faster than the speed of light he was off, and this time you couldn’t hold back the small chuckle in the back of your throat — that eventually morphed into a pained groan. he was being careful to be quiet, but nonetheless he was on a mission, and the faster he could get you medicine, the faster you could feel better. he didn’t like you when you were hurting.
when he came back, he opened the door just enough for his body to fit through, shutting it gently and shuffling over to you. seongmin held out a bottle of water for you, and an open palm that had bottles of medicine pooled in it.
“baby, why’d you grab so many?”
he set them down on the nightstand, pulling a couple others from his hoodie pocket. you giggled again, and the sound sent some sort of relief through the man.
“i didn’t know which one you wanted.” he admitted, helping you into a seated position. he admired you as you ran a hand through your tangled hair, pulling at the hoodie (of his) that you’d thrown on carelessly.
he loved you, whatever that entailed, and it was as simple as that.
“if you let me finish before running off —“
“shh!” he said, taking your hand and putting the bottle in it, “your head hurts.”
he was right, and you’d almost forgotten about it, finding the bottle of ibuprofen and taking a couple to ease the pain.
“do you need anything else?” he asked, checking the setting on your heating pad, and helping you lay back down. he took said heating pad and placed it under your sweatshirt, knowing you’d get a better feel of it.
you shook your head no as a reply, feeling the bed dip as he climbed into it with you. “let’s take a nap… then you’ll feel better?” he questioned, while simultaneously suggesting.
you hoped he was right.
he hugged you, slipping a arm under the arch of your back and laying almost in a crooked angle so that his head could rest against your upper stomach. his other arm was putting enough pressure against your uterus that it was relieving — you didn’t know such a thing would work for your cramps — but it probably had to do with that fact that everything combined was now basically heat-compression therapy.
you weaved your fingers through his hair, distracting yourself from the pain within your body. seongmin was calmness; he was the clouds on an overly hot day. the A on a test you were stressing about. the clarity through the fog. the rain to humidity. he cleared you of worry, and always made sure you were comfortable.
he’d hold you hand under the table. hug you from behind with everyone watching. he’d talk to you for hours just to distract from whatever exam had you stressed. he knew where every one of your doors were, and the keys to unlock them. you’d never felt safer being vulnerable.
and eventually, because of everything, the atmosphere had become relaxing enough to help you fall asleep.
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