Jobe Bellingham came home from a grueling practice, dripping with sweat and bone-tired. All he wanted was to find his girl, y/n, and forget about the long day. He climbed the stairs with anticipation, eager to see her, only to be met with an empty room. He checked the bathroom, the other rooms she liked to chill in, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Y/n!" he shouted, but still no response. He checked her location, which indicated she was in the house. He called her, but she declined. Frustrated, he called again, only to be declined once more. He sent her a desperate message, urging her to answer his calls, but she remained unresponsive. He tried once more, but another decline.
Y/n's POV:
I felt completely overwhelmed, my emotions swirling uncontrollably. I hated not being in control of myself—my body, my mind, my thoughts. It frustrated me to no end. It had been a rough week, and that's why I found myself here, in the basement, crying myself to sleep. I hadn't been answering Jobe's calls, not because I was angry at him, but because I hated showing people my vulnerable state. It made me feel weak.
I heard footsteps approaching the basement, and I knew it was him. My knees curled up to my stomach, and my face buried itself further, ashamed of letting him see me like this.
"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked. I said nothing, just a sniffle escaped me. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I replied, hating how frail my voice sounded. "You know I'm not angry at you, right?"
"You know you can talk to me," he reassured. "I don't judge you. You know that, yeah?"
My eyes lifted to meet his, revealing dark red, swollen eyes. His gaze immediately softened, and he pulled me into a comforting hug, which I accepted. "Wanna go to bed?" he suggested.
"Mhm," I responded, and we entered the room. He went into the bathroom, preparing the bath. As I looked out the window, I saw that it was raining. Quite cozy, I thought to myself. He called me in, undressed me gently, and undressed himself. We slipped into the bath together, and I nestled against him as he skillfully massaged away my troubles.
"You know I love you," he broke the comfortable silence. I looked at him and smiled.
After we finished in the bath, we went through our skincare routine and crawled into bed. He put on Netflix and selected "Top Boy," and that's how we spent the rest of the afternoon—snuggled up, enjoying each other's company.
