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written by: 🥺

[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.

but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.

you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.

it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."

"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.

"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"

the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—

"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.

your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."

hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"

you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."

"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."

"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."

you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."

"yes, well, you're not just yet."

the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.

"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."

you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.

"and you're insufferable."

"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."

"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.

there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.

he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"

"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."

he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."

"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."

"a what?"

"dear god."

you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.

being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

summary: maybe being helpful does have it's benefits.

thank you again to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this, you always come up with the best prompts!!

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you would regard yourself as the helpful type, always willing to aid others who are in need. even if that means leaving the comfort of your bed late at night to buy ice cream for your sister.

what your helpfulness does not extend to, however, is willingly giving said ice cream (the last one in the store) to a stranger.

a handsome stranger, perhaps, but thats besides the point.

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

"hi," you deadpan, refusing to pull your hand away from the tub, despite how cold your fingers feel. already.

"nice pajamas."

you glance down at the clothes you picked out at random - cookie monster pajama pants and a bright orange hoodie. admittedly not the best combination but, hey, you're at the store, not a fashion show.

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

"sorry, but i have 7 hungry men at home and i lost a bet."

"i have a sick sister at home. she's... going to die."

he raises an eyebrow. "if you don't get her this ice cream?"

"yes." the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. the lie is incredibly obvious, but you still hope that he either falls for it or gives up. "it's her dying wish."

unfortunately, he is neither stupid nor cooperative. "strawberry ice cream. her dying wish... sure." his grip on the tub tightens, biceps flexing just slightly. you try not to focus on that detail. "look, i'm sorry about your sister, but there's another store, like, 10 minutes away."

you gesture to your body. "and you expect me to go out in the cold like this?"

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

groaning, you reluctantly pull your hand away. absolutely not because you're giving in, but because in such thin clothes, the cold of the freezer is harder to withstand.

"look, dude," you say mockingly, "can you just go to the other store instead? please just give me the ice cream, i'm sick of this."

seemingly considering your offer, he licks his lips and allows his hand to fall to his side. just as you think you've won, the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "fine, i'll give you the icecream."

"oh, thank fu-"

he grabs your wrist as you reach back into the freezer, and you cut yourself off in shock. "on one condition."

"and that is...?"

the smirk remains, but his eyes fall to his feet. "if i give you this, will you let me buy you ice cream another day?"

your eyes widen. did he just... no. what the fuck?

cheeks burning, and the room feeling hotter than ever, you clear your throat. "are you... are you blackmailing me?"

"no!" he exclaims, releasing his grip on your wrist, which you had previously forgotten about. "i'm trying to hit on you."

"right now? like, when i'm standing in my pajamas and being stubborn about ice cream?"

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

he shrugs. "not if i get to take a cute stranger on a date."

"oh..." you consider your options. he may have been an inconvenience at first, but he is attractive, and it means double ice-cream for the price of one, so— "sure, i'll do it."

a blinding smile takes over his features. "i'm changbin."

"y/n."

"can i... can i have your number? you know, to contact you," changbin says.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you arrive home roughly 15 minutes later. when you hand your sister the ice cream and she doesn't even bother to thank you, you can't find it in yourself to care.

maybe being helpful does have its benefits. the benefits, in question, being ice cream. definitely not going on a date with a pretty boy, right?

seo changbin - fluffy scenario —

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none at all

relationships: changbin / male reader

author’s note: this was a request for @mrsunshine999. i strayed away from the original request a lil bit bc i wasn’t feeling too confident in my ability to actually write it, but i hope u like it bc i tried my best to stick to it (･_･;)

it was an icy november afternoon when changbin returned home from the studio, wrapped in a thick black scarf and winter coat. changbin had spent most of the day cooped up in the studio, writing and rewriting lyrics to various songs with chan - and was excited to come home to his boyfriend, y/n.

“hey, bin, can you help me make dinner?” y/n called out from the kitchen, the sound of clattering pots and pans ringing through the apartment.

“sure, babe. what are we making?”

“fettuccine alfredo, you up for it?”

changbin’s eyes widened in excitement. “you’re god damn right i’m up for it.”

admittedly, he was very tired and hoping to have a quiet evening with his lover, but y/n’s enthusiasm was so contagious he really couldn’t say no.

“i’ll handle the pasta since i’m making it from scratch, you’re in charge of the sauce which should be easy enough for a beginner like yourself.” y/n explained, turning to face changbin who was smiling at him absentmindedly.

“uh, y/n, i’m a sauce master. i ain’t a noob.”

“suuure, babe.” y/n scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“i am, i am! i swear, this will be the best alfredo sauce you’ve ever had.”

“you’ve never even made it before.”

“then you can teach me.” changbin smirked, pressing a brief, cocky kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

the couple soon got to work, whirring around the kitchen like mice, grabbing whatever they needed to make their dinner. y/n was busy at work, beating eggs into the small mound of flour, whereas changbin was sorta just looking around, his brain foggy with exhaustion.

“baaaabe?”

“yes changbin?”

“where’s the parmesan?”

“in the fridge, love. where it always is.”

changbin pulled the large block of cheese from the fridge and chopped off a small slice, popping it in his mouth. and then another. and another. and another. and he kept going until his cheeks were chubby like a baby squirrel. changbin is baby but whatever

“mmmm,” changbin hummed, his mouth full of parmesan. “cheeth.”

“can i have some?”

“of course,” he said, grating a generous flake of cheese and placing it in his lovers mouth, allowing his thumb to brush over y/n’s lips in a quiet moment of admiration.

y/n groaned in happiness. “i love this cheese so much, oh my gOD-“

changbin smiled, pouring the rest of the grated cheese into the hot pan.

“oh yeah? more than you love me?”

“of course not, although it’s very close.”

changbin fake groaned, pulling y/n into his arms. “i can’t believe my competition is a block of cheese.”

y/n pulled changbin even closer, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, their hands clasped together. it was as though their hands were meant to hold each other, like a lock and key - perfectly suited for one another.

“crap!” y/n called out, pulling away from their warm hug.

“what?”

“i forgot to buy broccoli. would you mind keeping an eye on the stove? i’m gonna head to the supermarket and see if they have any.”

“yeah, i can do that. be quick.”

“of course.” y/n pecked changbin’s cheek and jogged out of the house, approaching the mini-mart across the street in hopes of finding some produce.

little did he know the chaos that had occurred in the short period of time y/n was gone.

when y/n returned, small packet of broccoli in hand, changbin was frantically trying to clean up the mess he had created.

“babe... don’t enter the kitchen.” changbin called out from around the corner. “there was a very, very small accident.”

“really? i was gone for like, twenty minutes. are you okay?”

“i’m fine, but the sauce... i couldn’t save it... it’s gone...” he announced forlornly.

when y/n entered his eyes were met with the sight of creamy alfredo sauce splashed across the stove and kitchen walls, coating everything it touched in a cheesy film. it looked like a ghost got brutally murdered.

“changbin... what did you do?”

“it started bubbling really really hard and i panicked, so i took it off the stove and then it bubbled at me and i, uh, kinda got carried away and dropped it.”

unable to keep a straight face, y/n burst out into laughter.

“you aren’t mad?”

“of course i’m not mad, it was an accident. these things happen. though, i wish you were as good at cooking as you are everything else.” y/n grinned, taking changbin’s hand in his.

“what are we gonna have for dinner now? the pasta is soggy and the sauce is gone.”

“well, for starters, we’ll have to clean this up. but we can just order takeout.”

“what are you in the mood for?”

“i dunno, just not italian.”

Jyp: hello children, today I will be teaching a lesson called “how to do fanservice and still pass as heterosexual”

Hyunjin, nudging at Minho: certain fail on both ends for you, man

Minho:

JYP: the first point is that you can be as affectionate as you like, you can even kiss each other for all I care, but make sure that at least once in a while you act like male affection is gross. Do not admit to liking it, even if it’s clear you do.

Minho:

Minho: no I think I got this

My first comic is project.

To:

Chan's Room Ep. 15 - with the heart-warming Outro: Fix You by Coldplay

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Hope you Stays like this n go check out this vlive! Especially when you are down!

Idk xd,

it's just really nice to know there is sb out there,

Tho I can't really reach them.

But yea :3 love watching their vlive hehe.

My safe place

skz when they’re jealous hc—

genre: kinda fluffy, slightly angsty. idk man just read it.

warnings: none that i can see. if ur sensitive to the discussion of arguments maybe don’t read it?? idk, if anyone sees something and they think i need to add a warning for it just let me know and i’ll absolutely change it.

relationships: bang chan / reader, minho / reader, changbin / reader, hyunjin / reader, jisung / reader, felix / reader, seungmin / reader, jeongin / reader

bang chan ♡

• i feel like chan’s jealousy would manifest in clinginess

• he doesn’t seem like the type to stomp around and yell at you or anything

• but he’d definitely be overly-affectionate

• pulling you into his lap for cuddles and kisses in front of other people, as a way to say ‘they’re mine, back off”

• he tries not to let it get to him

• but it usually does

• so after a few hours of over-thinking he’d pull you aside and give u his big puppy-dog eyes and ask you

• “y/n, do you still love me?”

minho ♡

• minho would NOT make his jealousy a secret

• he’s a very open guy, so he’d straight up tell you “i don’t like how that guy’s looking at you”

• or he’d just give the person eying you up the DIRTIEST look ever

• minho: 😑😑😑

• like,, i’d cry if minho ever looked at me with such disgust and vitriol,,,

• but it all stems from his insecurities.

• at the end of the day, he doesn’t want to lose you and will go to great lengths to make sure he doesn’t.

changbin ♡

• similar to minho in that it seriously pisses him off

• but changbin retreats into himself

• he stays quiet and just watches it happen, trying to catch any sign that ur secretly into the other guy

• but it never happens

• he’ll never admit it unless u confront him about it

• because admitting that he’s jealous of some random guy that’s flirting with you is embarrassing for him

• changbin knows you’re completely head over heels in love with him, that much about ur relationship is obvious

• but the sight,,,

• of another man trying to woo you,,

• it makes his skin c r a w l

hyunjin ♡

• not bothered by it AT ALL

• (we stan a confident king)

• at least, he doesn’t show it

• if you’re at a party and you’re getting a bit too friendly with an old acquaintance of yours he’ll always reel you in a bit, though he never oversteps.

• he has a talent of preventing arguments before they happen

• he knows how much you love him and how cheating isn’t really your style.

• so it’s not like he has anything to worry about, your heart belongs to him and vice versa.

jisung ♡

• he’s SO cocky

• not even kidding

• you’ll be at a bar and some creep will be leering at you so much that you text jisung to come take u home

• “ewewewew jisung pls save me this weirdo at the bar is trying to get my number 🤢🤢🤢”

• “don’t worry babe, im omw 😙💕”

• when he gets there, it’s like a scene out of a movie

• jisung pulls up lookin like a SNACK

• he rocks up beside you, presses a chaste kiss to ur temple and introduces himself to the creep whose badgering u

• “i see you’ve met y/n. i’m y/n’s boyfriend, jisung.”

felix ♡

• he g l a r e s from afar

• it’s quite intimidating tbh

• you wouldn’t think so bc felix is just so 💕babie💕

• but it is seriously scary

• fortunately, he’s always open to talking things through and it rarely ever ends in an argument

• but when it does, it doesn’t last long

• lix doesn’t hold grudges easily

• especially against you 🥰🥰

seungmin ♡

• gets really, really passive-aggressive

• like,,,

• “why don’t you go hang out with your new boyfriend since i’m so boring,”

• kind of passive-aggressive

• he doesn’t mean for it to sound like that

• seungmin’s just not that great at expressing negative emotions,, it feels w r o n g,,,

• he’s not mad at you or anyone else

• minnie just needs to work on communicating with you

• and he gets better at it every day

jeongin ♡

• he hates to admit it

• but

• he cries

• jeongin gets all in his head about everything that might be wrong with your relationship and amplifies it by 100

• a few hours of anxiety and worrying will pass

• and then he’ll excuse himself to go get some fresh air

• when really he’s going to cry in private

• he’s not sobbing or wailing, just anxious tears running down his face

• it’s happened enough that you can recognise the signs

• sooner or later you join him outside, holding onto him and gently reminding him all the reasons why you love him

• (brb just sobbing over jeongin)

hi guys!! one half of two-racha here. my name is eva, i’m one of the admins of the account. as hattie’s already mentioned, she and i share the account because we’re both really passionate about writing and love to write together. here is myyyyyy intro:

eva—

emoji: 🐝 (so u know who’s posting)

pronouns: she/her

age: 17

things that make me happy: reading, stray kids, tea + scones, being the sexiest person in the world, marvel movies, writing, nature, boobies (women 🏳️‍🌈) and feminism.

sickeningly sweet

written by: 🥺

genre: little bit of angst, mostly fluff

warning(s): swearing, smoking/ vaping, mentions of alcohol

summary: skater!jisung is sickeningly sweet. he tastes it, too.

[1:26]

Clouds of steam swirl through the night air, obscured by streams of tangerine light from a nearby lamppost. It smells of something like candy-floss or bubblegum, though you can't tell which. There's not much difference between the two--they're both sickeningly sweet, causing you to scrunch your nose up at the smell. You really should be used to it by now, but for whatever reason, that's not the case.

"Don't listen to Jongmin. Half the time he's drunk, the other half he's high. Don't take anything he says seriously."

You chuckle humourlessly. "That's no different from you. I still take what you say seriously."

"Hey, I'm trying my best," Jisung exclaims in an accusatory tone. He lifts his hand and jabs his vape in your direction, "And I know for a fact that you don't take anything I say seriously."

"Well... Yeah, you're right."

You lean back on your hands. Cold concrete numbs your skin and you wince, but don't move away. Instead, you shiver and tug Jisung's leather jacket closer to your body.

"He's a dick. A massive one. I'll give him a piece of my mind next time I see him."

"You don't have to do that."

Jisung takes a long drag of his vape, holds it in for a few seconds then blows it out in a large puff. "I will. You call my best friend a-"

"Jisung."

"Right. Sorry," he says and clears his throat. "Say what he said, you deal with me."

You successfully suppress a laugh, but its not easy. You're grateful that Jisung is protective of you, but where he excels in toughness and trash-talk, he lacks in stature and physical capability.

"Thanks a lot, Sung."

"No problem."

You glance at Jisung. His skin glows and eyes sparkle in the warm, overhead light. A circle of light surrounds his messy, blonde hair like a halo, but you think he's the furthest from an angel that could ever be.

Jisung turns to you suddenly, those doe eyes gazing at you and you suddenly feel naked.

Vulnerable.

"You wanna see some tricks? I've been working on a few lately."

You simply nod. You watch Jisung grab his skateboard from where it lays at his feet and push himself off of the brick wall. With one swift movement he's skating down the ramp and up another. He stops at the peak, then jumps a little, twists around mid-air and skates back down.

He returns to you with a proud smile and, yeah, now you can see why he's so often mistaken for an angel--if you ignore the cuts littering his face, leather clinging to his skin and alcohol on his breath.

"Come on."

You stare at Jisung's outstretched hand and blink. "What?"

Jisung doesn't let you finish. Soon enough, you find yourself tumbling off the wall and into Jisung's arms. Your converse smack against the pavement and you almost crumple to the floor, but Jisung holds you up.

"Let me teach you."

"Jisung, I can't-"

But your words are of no use. Now clasping your hand, Jisung drags you to the flat section of the skatepark. He lets go to place his skateboard on the floor, then holds both hands out, palms facing up.

You make a face. "What do you want me to do?"

Jisung thrusts his hands in your direction. "Get on the skateboard. Hold my hands, you'll be alright."

"You won't let me fall?"

He draws a cross over his chest then extends his hands again. "Cross my heart."

You exhale a shaky breath; the puff of air forms clouds that eventually fade out, imitating Jisung's previous actions like an eager, younger sibling that can never quite live up to their older sibling's standard.

You step onto the skateboard. It rolls to the side a bit and you gasp in fear, but Jisung is quick to grab your elbows and, wow, you're a lot closer like this, so much so that you can smell the mint gum and candy-floss (or bubblegum) on his breath.

With a reassuring smile, Jisung begins to guide you, urging you to tilt your body to the side and reposition your feet. He pulls you gently to the left, directing you on when to place your foot down and the exact pressure to use when you push yourself forward.

"You're good at this," Jisung proclaims, but you can't tell if he's being truthful or not. "Ready for me to let go?"

"Oh god, please no."

Jisung chuckles and his fingers dig into your skin. "Alright then."

You expect Jisung to pull you along again, to repeat his previous instructions and praise you for doing the bare minimum once more. But when you look up, Jisung is frozen. His eyes sparkle like he's stored the galaxy in them, and you don't think you've ever seen Jisung like this, let alone so close. He's full to the brim with a strange sort of emotion that you can't entirely place but-

Oh.

You notice Jisung's eyes flicker down to your lips. Only for a brief second, but you see it all the same. You recognise the emotion now—it's impossible not to. You've seen Jisung kiss people before, have sat bitterly in the corner of a house party as Jisung made out with whatever guy or girl he could find, so you know that look: it's lust. Or, perhaps, love. You can't tell, only hope.

But you recognise want. Need. And maybe you really need this too.

"Can I kiss you?"

It'd be a big fat lie to say that Jisung isn't an abrupt person, so it's really no surprise that he's the one who makes the first move. But if anything, you expected Jisung to just kiss you without asking. Instead, he requests permission gently, and the lust is still discernible, but it's softer than you have ever seen it.

You nod wordlessly. Jisung doesn't move so, now desperate for Lord knows what, you say, "Kiss me."

You hate how needy you sound, but Jisung doesn't seem to notice. The air around you is so cold, but Jisung is warm. Cold lips against warm lips, cold skin against warm skin, cold breath against warm breath.

When Jisung slips his tongue into your mouth you can tell that, yeah, it's definitely candy-floss.

And it's sickeningly sweet, but that's alright. Because when Jisung finally pulls away and confesses that he loves you, you realise that, despite his tough image, he is sickeningly sweet too.

Jisung: h-

Me: I love you🥺💓

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.