Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Insecure

Fuck! You hated the fact that your family always had something to say about your body and most of it couldn't be helped. The constant nagging about how you're too short or you've lost too much weight or you've put on too much weight was finally getting to you and you knew that you'd have to keep it inside like always but today felt different. It hit harder than it should have and you felt like pure and utter fucking shit.

It got to a point where you grabbed your phone and keys — not bothering to change out of your pyjamas and just fucking left. You drove around for a while before you had to pull over for two reasons — you ran out of gas and the tears blurred your vision too much for you to see straight. You figured that now was as good a time as any to have your meltdown because nobody used this road unless they were trying to have car sex without getting caught by the cops.

You hit the steering wheel multiple times as the tears streamed down your cheeks and you had half a mind to call Michael — your boyfriend of two years — so you did but you got no answer all six times you tried to get a hold of him. You were more frustrated now than before and since your insecurities were crashing down on you, you failed to notice someone eyeing you in your car and witnessing your meltdown. It didn't register that you were being watched because you honestly thought you were alone until the knock on your window brought you out of your rabbit hole of insecurities.

Desperately trying to look like you're okay, you wipe your cheeks furiously and you decide to get out of your car entirely instead of just rolling the window down. Taking a deep breath to regulate your breathing, you release it as you get out of the car and wonder what possessed this stranger to check on you. "I, uh, I saw you parked on the side of the road. I figured I'd be a good person and make sure that everything is okay with you," the doe-eyed man spoke carefully as if he didn't know if he had to tread lightly with you or not. A small smile appeared on your face, easing his worries but he frowned at the sight of the smile not reaching your eyes.

"I'm okay. I just ran out of gas. My boyfriend isn't picking up either. And my family has decided to give me a day from hell about my body like they've done my whole life and I just, I reached my limit today so I just stormed out and parked here right as my engine died and burst into tears as everything really hit me," you ramble to the nameless man but his eyes widen as he continues to listen to you, slowly making his way towards you, desperately trying not be creepy about his approach. "I just thought that if I could get away from everything for a few minutes or an hour at least, I'd be fine but I'm guessing you witnessed my meltdown," your last four words were muffled by his chest as he brought you in for a hug you didn't expect but definitely needed because as soon as your last words left your mouth, a sob left your lips and despite them being muffled, it was still heard by the both of you as you finally hugged him back, truly letting everything out.

The poor guy just held you in his arms, occasionally whispering reassurances into your ear while tightening his hold slightly with every sob that left your body. Who this man was and why he was here, you didn't want to know but you knew that he definitely changed your perspective on your relationship. From then on, the two of you kept in touch after finding out that his name is Jeongguk but for him, he wished he could tell you how he really felt about the day that you two met.

No, you didn't end up dating him but you did go to him for help when Michael broke up with you as soon as he saw you again, effectively rendering you homeless.