Another night filled with horrible nightmares, a sickening empty feeling in your chest and stomach, and dried up tears on your cheeks. This had become routine now, and you absolutely hated it. Listening to music, reading, writing, drawing, watching movies, … No matter what you tried, nothing could make you happy or even distract you for long enough from the pain and sadness you felt. Except for one person. Yoongi. Your boyfriend. He somehow made all the destructive thoughts go away whenever you two were together.
You were currently in bed, waiting for him to get home from his studio, yet you wished he wouldn’t come home at all. You didn’t want him to see you like this, it’d break his heart. Hearing his keys jangle and the front door opening, you hurried to the bathroom, trying to clean up the mess that was supposed to represent the makeup you’d put on earlier this day.
Yoongi walked into the room and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck. You made eye contact with your boyfriend in the mirror, forcing a smile. He immediately caught on, slowly spinning you around and cupping your cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Looking down, you let out a small sigh, reluctant to tell him about your true feelings and thoughts. “Come on, baby. You know you can tell me everything,” he cooed, tilting your head so you’d look at him again. How were you supposed to lie to this man? The answer? You couldn’t.
He reached for your hand, gently leading you to your bed and sitting you down on his lap. After venting to him about both the big and small things bothering you, you couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. As tears started rolling down your cheeks again, Yoongi just held you, letting you cry as much as you needed to. When you felt like you had no more tears left to cry, you slowly pushed him back on the bed and laid down next to him, your head on his chest.
Yoongi wiped away your tears with his thumb, hushing you lovingly before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “It’s okay, jagi. I can make it better.” he whispered, playing with your hair soothingly, his other hand drawing random patterns on your exposed skin.
After what felt like mere seconds, you fell asleep in your lover’s arms, feeling safe and content. The way only Yoongi could make you feel. He was right, he did make everything better.
The entire night, Yoongi held you and watched you sleep, making sure you were okay, barely sleeping himself in order to protect you from whatever demons were lurking in the dark corners of your mind. When the sun rose, he gently moved you off him and tucked you in again, before getting out of bed himself.
You woke up to the smell of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and other yummy morning dishes. Sleepily stumbling to the kitchen, you rub your eyes and run a hand through your messy hair. There was your boyfriend, casually looking as handsome as ever as he slaved over the stove, cursing in both English and his Korean dialect as he burnt some of the food.
Wrapping your arms around him from behind, he immediately turned around, a bit startled. “Baby! Good morning!” he exclaimed happily, his gummy smile showing. “I know your night was crap so I thought I’d try to make your morning a bit better. But I’m not that good of a cook so I hope at least one thing here is edible.”
You laughed softly at how adorable he was being. And in case it wasn’t obvious yet, you were absolutely and utterly in love with this man.
