Scoups comfort imagines

C1 - Empty

Warnings: Cheating on S.O? ( Not Scoups ) ( I don't condone ). Shitty S.O. S.O cheated first. ( So its fine ). Drama. Talk of depressy and despair. Mentions of a death like situation ( Its a plot twist ig, no actual death situation ). Scoups is almost heavenly healing.

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I feel nothing and everything at the same time. I'm hit with soo many emotions yet all i fathom is despair and depression. Despair - to have the desperate need to live and push through. Depression - because i have no energy at all to do anything.

It's the boy who cried wolf.

We've been dating for 4 years. You think that would mean a solid relationship but it's the promises and excuses that are so repetitive.

" I'm sorry... ", " I will try harder ", " It's not my fault ", " What i did then will never happen again ".
What do those words even mean if that's all i hear but i can't see action. No momentum to even get your promises started.

" I'm busy ", " I'm sorry i can't stay awake, I'm tired ".
Am i being irrational, i asked myself. No, I'm not. News flash, we're all busy. You're not the only one who has a life.

I'm so tired of the excuses. I can only trust what i see. Because i made the mistake of trusting words before. Never again. I really am trying to be understanding but- It makes me so mad that I want to just roll up into a ball and cry in my bubble of emotions.

And so i did. I stared soulessly at the particles of air far away from me. A prisoner of my thoughts. Controlled by the voices inside my head. Comforted by my tears. Slowly i sank into my thick folded blanket that wrapped me like a burrito and my thin blanket on top concealed the warmth. The winter cold left my skin and I drifted into a realm unknown.

..........

After what felt like a millenia, I gained consciousness. Not enough to open my eyes or move under the blanket, but enough to feel the soul comforting warmth that i craved, that i never felt before. That was just about the only thing the blanket could not provide...

I couldn't tell if it was the despair or curiosity that gave me the willpower to shuffle an inch but I did. The warmth was constricting and for some reason, I could tell I would submit to this power immediately. I shivered. As a snake would tighten it's hold on it's dying prey if it moved, so I faced the same fate.

I didn't resist. Instead, I turned around to face it. To let it take me. Despair. I teared up. I sank closer into it's chest. It felt like my heart was melting from the heat. He patted my hair softly. He pulled me closer with his forearm wrapped around my bare hip. I will add more tank tops to my favourites later. It takes a minute for me to calm down from the crying. Like the light at the end of the tunnel, I look up to his face.

Seungcheol looks down at me. His messy red hair curtains his face and his eyes almost seem to sparkle...

" Hey Y/n ", he softly let out in his sleepy deep voice.

" It's okay, You're safe ".
" You're here with *me*. Finally... And it's perfect ".

And so he molded my melting heart.