Bang Chan's Bubble Is Like An Unlimited Prompt Bank For Short Drabble... Bless That Man

bang chan's bubble is like an unlimited prompt bank for short drabble... bless that man

lullaby

PAIRING: seungmin x reader GENRE: hurt-comfort WC: 427 WARNING: implications of sleep disorder

"What is it?" Seungmin asks when you stand in the doorway, fiddling with your oversized cardigan. He was trying to finish a project and your figure was just standing there in the corner of his eyes for a couple minutes now.

"Can you sing for me?" you ask meekly.

These days, sleep doesn't come as easily for you. You keep tossing and turning at night, unable to shut down the chattering in your brain. So when Seungmin asked if he could borrow your work room for a change of scenery, you quickly approved with another agenda in mind.

"Why should I?" he joked. You didn't expect him to agree so quickly though, and you already prepared a counter for his witty remarks. But standing here, now, you just don't even want to try. He turned to look at you, feeling a knot in his chest from the way you just looked so... empty. "Can you wait 5 minutes? I'll send this email first."

You nodded before walking back to your room and lying down in your dimly lit bedroom.

Seungmin came not long after, standing at the foot of the bed, looking confused. What was he supposed to do? Just sit there and sing? should he pat your feet? or head?

"Do you want to cuddle?" he asks, surprising the both of you. He lowers his head, cursing silently. "I mean, I heard it helps you fall asleep faster?"

"Are you okay with that?" you ask. He nods before getting on the bed, rubbing his hands on his jeans before pulling you closer.

"Has it been going for long?" he asks when you're trying to find the comfortable spot.

"On and off," you hesitate, trying not to make it sound bad. Seungmin only nods, parts of him wondering what calmed you down before and what pushed you to ask him to sing just now. But he didn't ask, not now, he thinks.

When you're safely nestled into his chest, he starts singing the lullaby, humming on random parts because he forgot the lyrics. The moment he feels you relaxed, he pulls away a bit only to cause you to come back to consciousness.

"Sorry," he whispered, then proceeded to sing again from the first line. The atmosphere is starting to affect Seungmin and he tries his best to fight it off.

"Everything's gonna be okay," he murmurs, well aware that you have fallen asleep minutes ago. He slowly drifts off, following you to the dreamland.

"I'll guard you." He promised genuinely before letting his eyes close completely.

a/n. i am once again sleep-deprived so, this is very much self-insert

give up

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x reader GENRE: hurt-comfort, burned-out gifted kid WC: 501 WARNING: reader is heavily demotivated, violent self-thoughts

"What if I just give up?" You ask nonchalantly. The book in your hands long forgotten because you can't get a single word into your head.

"That doesn't sound like you at all, though," Wonwoo commented, earning a sigh from you.

"What am I like?" you ask him then. Slipping your thumb to the page you last read, holding it in one hand. You look up to him, waiting for his response.

"I don't know, darling. What do you want to be like?" he asks back. He places his hand on your cheek, caressing it with such tenderness that makes you want to ramble all day and night to him. "You know I'm here if you want to talk, right?"

You know. Hell, he's the reason why you have the courage to explore your emotions, navigating the bubbling joy and boiling rage you experience day by day. He's always careful with his words. He knows all the right things to say at the right time.

"I don't know," you sighed again, sitting down now. What do you want to be like? Has your academic achievement been enough? Moreover, is it worth all the sleepless nights, and nauseating afternoons you had to embrace in order to get those striking A's? Or is it finally taking its toll on you when you're one step from graduating? Perfectionism like a barbed wire, tight around your throat.

Wonwoo take your hand in his. He knows everything. About the way you read everything but understand nothing at the same time, about your frustration of building a flawless method for your research, about your restless consultation. He's always ready to lend a hand if you need one, but most of the time, you only require his shoulder to cry on.

"Want to know what I think?" he asks you, tracing circles on the back of your hand. You nodded, tears are threatening to spill if you ever did as much as blink. "I think you did great so far."

You open your mouth to protest but fall back to silence. Nothing works on you anymore, you wish his word would change that.

"I also think that it's okay if you haven't figured it out yet, after all, it's a tough process. I would tell you that everyone has their own timing, but you also need to know that you don't have forever. For this one specific thing, you don't have forever. If you want to try other stuff, if you want to know what you truly love doing in life, you don't have forever to figure this one out."

And you hate how much he's right about that. You can't juggle everything in one timeline or you'll burst into flames, consumed by your own greed for achievements.

Wonwoo called your name, swiping a tear that finally escaped.

"But I hope it eases you to know that I will spend my forever walking beside you, holding your hand. You don't have to figure it all out by yourself."

a/n. this is very much self-insert idk what else to tell you bcs i be doing everything except my thesis:)

JUST SAW THIS😭 thank you for recommending my fic i hopw you enjoy reading it<3

KWON SOONYOUNG

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oh nooo!! i hope you feel better soon(╥﹏╥)

take care

PAIRINGS: boo seungkwan x reader GENRE: established relationship, sick fic, hurt-comfort WC: 511 WARNINGS: mention of dying (in a joking manner)

"Seungkwan, I am so sorry for everything…" you said. Seungkwan let out an exasperated sigh, setting the tray he brought on your bedside table.

"You're not dying, my sweet, stop being dramatic."

"I feel like I am though," you said, coughing dryly. It seems like your cold isn't getting any better so you had to cancel your date with Seungkwan. You're also thinking of taking a day off on Monday.

Seungkwan sat on the edge of your bed, placing the back of his hand on your forehead, making you hiss at the contact.

"Jeez, you're so.." he stopped himself from complaining, realizing that he's more or less the same way around you; dramatic.

"I'm gonna go buy some medicine and a first aid box. You need to keep at least one thermometer around." He stood up. "I made you soup, try to eat."

"What if I die while you're out, Kwannie?" You asked, holding on to your boyfriend's hand, not allowing him to go.

"Well, who told you to not bring an umbrella?!" he scolded you. The cold started Friday night after you carelessly walked home despite the rain. In your defense, it was only a drizzle, and the bus stop is literally across your apartment, so that's not much of a distance.

"Fine, I'll just order them," Seungkwan said, sitting back down. "And don't look at me like that."

You smile, wiggling to give him some more space.

"Can you sit? I don't think you should eat while laying down," he ordered. You move up a little, feeling a sudden headache. He snickered at your expression before helping you place a pillow

behind your back for a slight support.

Seungkwan ordered some stuff while feeding you the soup he made earlier. In no time, you've finished the whole bowl. Seungkwan put away the bowl, feeling proud because he managed to scoop out the exact amount of soup for you to finish.

He helped you with water and the last of your medicine, ruffling your hair after you made a disgusted face.

"Will you die if I leave to grab the meds and put this away?" he asks you. You let out a laugh, coughing in the process. "Aigoo, my sweet."

You shooed him with a grin. He smiled at you before leaving you with the finished meals. A sudden wave of drowsiness washes over you, you're not sure if it's the meds or you're just tired. You fix the pillow a little, laying back down. it doesn’t take long for you to fall back asleep.

"Do you want to use this?" Seungkwan walks in with a bunch of stuff he bought. The sight of you already asleep stopped him in his tracks, making him cover his mouth quickly.

He puts down the stuff on top of your drawers and walks over to your bed. He then continues to place one finger under your nose, all while trying to hold back laughter.

He fixes your hair before tugging you in tighter.

"You're not gonna die, my sweet, not on my watch."

a/n. every strong independent person needs someone to take care of them when they're sick