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will the Minho fic be the one with the reader and him in a fight and him thinking they died?

I have that one in my stack. The next Minho request that was first requested was an angsty scenario where the reader is pregnant and has complications with pregnancy. I haven't forgotten about that drabble though. I believe that one is the next Minho request, if I remember right

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what fic is next?

I have a comfort/hurt Hyunjin request to fulfill and then a Minho request and after that, I have no idea. I haven't thought too far ahead

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Soap 'n suds

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Pairing: Jeongin X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend finds you half-asleep and attempting to finish washing the dishes.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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You struggled to keep your eyes open beneath the last tendrils of sunlight highlighting your soapy water. The sky swarmed a final homestretch into night. Up to your forearms in soapy water, you struggled to stay awake.

The scattered remains of silverware sat in the bottom of the sink. Only a few more utensils and you'd finally be done. Despite the need for clean dishes, exhaustion tugged you from behind. Here in the warm water and last faint orange rays of the sun, your body craved sleep.

This wasn't unfamiliar. Some days, you did so much that by the time you began to wind down, your body already felt exhausted. Eight hours of work. A few house chores that needed completed. Making something solo for dinner because Jeongin stayed over at the studio late tonight.

As much as you missed him, you knew he'd come back home. You knew that soon the loneliness brewing above you would fade away the moment he appeared. Until then, you were on your own, with your hands still buried in bubbles. Your body swayed, unsteadily. Your head jerked up and you blinked, forcing yourself back to the task at hand.

A yawn escaped your mouth, but you didn't let it stop you. A fork and then a knife. Two more forks, a few spoons, and a couple pairs of chopsticks. So exhausted and tired, you didn't hear the squeaking hinges of the front door.

Thrilled to be free of his idol duties, Jeongin hung his leather bag, kicked off his shoes, and rushed to find you. "Babe, I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen," you mumbled.

"What?"

You didn't have to respond. He located the back of your silhouette as he approached the living room. It wasn't hard to miss your body blocking out bits of the setting sun. "Hey," he grinned. "There you are! How's my favorite person?"

"This sink water is so warm," you whispered softly. "How do people wash dishes without falling asleep? I'm so tired, but the water is so warm."

He chuckled at your sleepy haze. "Babe, what are you going on about? What about the water and dishes?" He headed over and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Can you say that again?"

Your head dropped back against his chest. Most people wouldn't be able to stand the grimy bits of wet food. The water turned discolored from rinsing and washing dishes. Rice stuck in the strainer. A glob of bright red wet ketchup floated on the surface.

"I'm tired," you repeated.

"Yeah, I can see that. Do you often marinate in dirty dish water, or is this new?" He grinned, knowing his teasing would annoy you.

You groaned, grumbled something incoherent, and huffed. His thumbs slipped beneath the bottom of your shirt and gently rubbed bare skin. "Don't be like that." His breath warmed your ear. Goosebumps coated your arms. "You know I love you."

"You're not acting like it!" You pouted like a toddler. Yet despite the whiny voice and furrowed brows, he found it endearing. When you grow tired, you become childish and irrational. He knows you don't think it's funny, but he finds it hilarious.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for teasing you. Would a kiss make you feel better?"

When you nodded, he pressed a kiss against your cheek. "Do you still have dishes hiding beneath those bubbles?"

"They're all clean."

"Oh, yuck! So your hands are just soaking because-"

"It's warm."

"You could take a warm bath. It'd be more hygienic and a lot better for you. You know I don't approve of you sleeping in the tub, but propping yourself against the back ledge, it'd be safer than soaking your hands in salmonella water. I know you made raw cookie dough with that clean mixing bowl over there." He gestured at the dish drainer. "Why don't you use rubber gloves?"

"We've been over this a thousand times. I don't feel like I can wash dishes properly with the rubber gloves. What if I miss a spot?"

"That's what the dish washer is for."

"There's no better dish washer than me. Why would I use the dishwasher when I'm perfectly capable of cleaning the dishes myself?"

Always so independent and infuriating at times. How many times has it been your way or the highway? He always joked about it. He didn't mean anything harsh by it. Sometimes, in his head, you made things way more complicated than they needed to be.

"Okay, well-"

He shut up after you groaned once more. A smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't help himself. So sleepy, so fussy, and such a grump. You were a mess in the best way possible.

"How about we get you cleaned up and away from all of this? Your hands probably feel disgusting and they probably smell disgusting too." He reached over and pulled your dripping hands from the sink with a wrinkled nose. "Ew."

You didn't fight it. He gagged, reaching into the sink, and disrupting the strainer, so the water could suck down the pipes. "This is so gross. Dishwashers are the best invention in modern history. Turn your hands around, please."

You struggled to follow his directions as you opened up your palms. He squirted dish soap into your hands. "Okay, now start scrubbing."

"This is too much work."

"You're such a big baby when you're tired."

You shot him a sleepy glare. His dimples appeared and he leaned forward. Despite not wanting to touch your germ-filled hands, he did it because he loved you. His hands rubbed up against yours and created suds. The scent of lemon filled the air. He made sure you were soaped up, clear up to your elbows, before he took out the spray nozzle to rinse your arms.

When he finished, he dried off your hands with the nearby dish towel. "There you go. Do you feel better?" He grabbed your clean hand and tugged you in the direction of the bedroom.

"Not really. I'm still tired."

"Yeah, I can tell." He grabbed the bottom of your shirt. "Arms up." You obliged and he tugged off your shirt. "How do you constantly get your shirt so wet when washing dishes?"

"Because I have to wash them properly and sometimes water gets on the counter."

"Such a messy dishwasher."

"I'm going to fight you," you mumbled.

"And I'm going to make you eat a bar of soap if you don't behave and calm down. Nothing, but a rowdy child." He threw your wet shirt in the dirty hamper and approached a nearby dresser.

"Who came up with the idea that we should feed kids soap when they're mouthy?" Your eyes slipped shut. "It happened to one of my parents when they were younger. If my parents tried to feed me soap, I'd shove it straight up their a-"

Jeongin laughed and reached up to cover your mouth. "Easy, tiger. You have no filter when you're like this. I don't know. I'm just thankful that my parents never gave me soap. My father just told me that I was dropped off by a stork, but that's about it. My discipline meant being put in time-out."

"For my discipline, my favorite TV shows were taken away."

"Arms up."

You lifted your arms about halfway. "They took away my Barney. No more singing about Abcs and 1, 2, 3's for you today, kid. All my important childhood developmental cartoons, they pulled the plug."

"What in the world did you do to deserve that?"

"Sometimes I played in the sinks and let the water run."

"That's incredibly on brand for you." He chuckled and tugged you into a fresh t-shirt. "Are you done playing in the water now? Ready to get some sleep?"

"I've been ready since my hands were marinating in the dirty sink water."

He couldn't stop grinning as he led your sleepy form to the bed.

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Hi, can I request a Felix x Reader angst where the reader is suicidal while Felix is on tour? And he calls her and she answers mid attempt like it’s a sign that it shouldn’t happen, and how he gets her to stop? (Can the attempt be with pills?)

Honestly, I was going to say no to this, but I don't believe that I've ever done a drabble where this takes places and the member is separated from the reader, so yes. I will add it to my stack.

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GRAHH I NEED A FIC FROM YOUUU

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TONIGHT!!

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hi I'm 18 yo and I needed a suggestion from you please 😭 I have a irl friend who constantly texts me but I don't feel like it at all, like she be constantly sending me reels and greeting texts every single day, how to tell her off? She's kinda love bombing me but I just don't feel the vibe and want to be left alone, I'm sorry if it's dumb 😭

I'm also going to place it here on this question. If you guys want more advice, please bring these scenarios and questions to the @live-laugh-lie-7 account, so I stop spamming those with my notifications on with random stuff.

I have a lot of thoughts and the need for clarification about this. When you say this is your irl friend, do you not like this irl friend? Because I do this exact same thing to my best friend. I'm in her messages blowing shit up, sending ten different TikTok videos, and she does the same to me.

You call them a friend, but if you don't want to engage in conversation, that doesn't seem like someone you want as your friend. When my friend bothers me and blows up my shit, I love it because I love her and I'm always so excited and thrilled to converse and talk.

If it's a case where you talk to them at school or work or something and you don't want to engage with them outside of that setting, that's fine. You don't have to be friends with everyone. You don't have to do stuff outside of specific places when you don't want to.

I don't know everything. I'm just reading what you told me. Love bombing is something that someone does with the intention of trying to manipulate you to gain something on their behalf. If there's more involved in this than what you wrote, could it be love bombing? Possibly, but from what you've written, it just seems like this person is trying to engage in a genuine friendship with you.

All those good morning texts and reels, they're probably not trying to come off as malicious with ill intentions, unless there's more involved that I don't know about. The way I read it, it just feels like a person trying to be your friend.

Sometimes people don't like being messaged multiple times and having their stuff blown up and that's totally okay. If that's the case, just let her know. Shoot her a message and inform her that you really don't check your messages a ton. Maybe you're not always on your phone. Maybe you're introverted and like your alone time without being bothered.

Tell her that. Tell her that you don't like reading messages. Tell her that you want to be genuine and let her know, so you don't hurt her feelings. Can people be annoying sometimes? Absolutely, but if you let her know why you're not responding, then she'll know, rather than being clueless and thinking you're just ignoring her to be mean.

When she keeps doing that, it's probably upsetting you and creating resentment. Now you're upset with her, right? You're frustrated, annoyed, angry, and totally pissed off.

Now if you tell her that and she doesn't stop blowing up your phone, could it be considered harassment? I think so. Sometimes, people can feel upset and frustrated and they think by doing specific things, they can change a person's mind. If that happens and you're open about your feelings, you can probably hit a mute or block button if you absolutely need to.

I know it can be anxiety inducing and stressful to face an uncomfortable situation. It's hard to tell people the reason why you're doing things, especially when it might hurt their feelings, but you also have to realize that being honest has benefits, even if you don't realize it. Reinforcing your boundaries is important and helps you understand what you want in life.

If you're open and honest about this situation, this also might help you in the future if you're facing a similar situation. Communicating with people can be uncomfortable, but it's also important. I wish I would have realized it a lot sooner in my life.

People cannot read your thoughts, but they can absolutely read your words and actions and hopefully, by telling her how you really feel, she'll understand and the messages will stop

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cheese it opinion go 🍓

From now on, please bring random questions like these to the @live-laugh-lie-7 account. Sometimes I forget that people have my notifications on this main account for fanfics and they're just getting responses to questions like these and I had that realization last night and now I feel bad. Like I'm so sorry to ruin your excitement for a non-existent fanfic, I just love yapping 🫠

Honestly? This feels controversial. I really don't like them. They're kinda bland and boring. Sometimes, the white cheddar version is okay, but a lot of the time, no matter the flavor, I'm not a huge fan.

The correct answer is the Stauffer's cheddar whale crackers. They're crispier, saltier (which automatically means they taste better) and they're in the shape of WHALES!! I love aquatics and marine life. They make snacking so much more fun

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Now that you say that and realizing you post a shit ton of skz content makes sense. Girl are they your hyperfixation?

I really want to say no, but I've been here for a few years now. I wouldn't say hyperfixation, this is part of my entire lifestyle at this point. Will I outgrow it? Absolutely, probably. Until then, I'll be here hanging out. In the meantime, now that I feel like I've answered twenty thousand questions, I'm going to go back to working on another drabble 🤪👍🏻

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DID YOU JUST USE A STUPID FUCKING MEME TO COME OUT AS AUTISTIC?

LMFAO. Yes. Honestly, I thought it was always so obvious. Guys, I literally cannot shut the fuck up. Love to ramble about random topics. I probably speak too much whenever someone requests something and that's okay. Sometimes, I take things too seriously and literal. I post in every selfie the same (idk how to take a proper photo)

I've been carrying this around since I popped out of the womb, I'm afraid. Genetics are crazy like that and sometimes your parents can give you trauma and one can add autism into your genes as a little extra special fun, I guess 🥲🤌🏻

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Did you know struggling to hold eye contact can be a sign of autism?

I did know that. There's a lot more to it than just that. I know quite a bit about it and oh boy, do I have some breaking news for you:

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Hey baby girl I'm here again. I formed thoughts from the music vids. Burnin tires is the scenes in no body no crime where they are speeding. Did you see Truman? Felix in blue contacts standing in front of a burning body like the ending of no body no crime. Have I convinced you yet? I'm convinced.

You were really not kidding about this, were you? 💀 They speed a lot in no body, no crime, but the point of that song is literally them speeding and winning 😭 I did see Truman (I actually watched the movie bc of this song, thanks skz) Are his eyes blue? I didn't pay much attention to that part of it.

Eye contact and eyes, even in music videos and film, is something I don't pay much attention to. Eye contact is so weirdly intimate for me and I hate it. It makes me feel mortified like oh we're staring into each other's souls and seeing undisclosed parts of each other. I cannot put into words how much I dislike it.

Back to the point, yes, Felix did have blue colored contacts in the story, but I believe he took them out before the tragic end, which means he wouldn't have had them on in the end. Every music video can be interpreted in different ways.

When I saw that part, I instantly assumed it meant Felix killed off a part of himself. Everyone dancing around him and Han, could they have been bad guys? Yes, absolutely, but in my head, that was them killing off different parts of themselves and defeating them to make their confidence/selves stronger; like ego deaths.

You can still have your fun, but I really don't think it has any connection to anything I've written. Is it silly fun to think? Yes, but we could also just take it at face value and remind ourselves that it's just them having fun.

They are k-pop idols with contracts and strict rules. If they made silly songs/music videos based on fanfics, a part of me is so afraid that they'd be lectured and get in trouble for it if management found out and put the pieces together and it exploded on social media (I have anxiety and I overthink a lot, if you cannot tell) If they get in trouble somehow because of me (see even saying that out loud sounds absurd) I would take a walk into the ocean (I cannot swim)

They are grown, they can do what they wish, but they also can't. We don't even know if it's them coming up with the music video ideas. I just want you to be well aware that you can have your thoughts and fun, but I will truly never believe they know anything about me and my writing.

Plus, not all the members are perfectly fluent in English. Do you think Chan and Felix are whipping out Wattpad and Ao3 and translating every word into Korean as bedtime stories for the rest of the members? 😭

You're asking for a y/n moment for me and them when there are hundreds of skz fanfic writers and some write better than me. I don't want to crush your dreams, but you are having a delusion. I also don't know what they'd gain from it. I'm sure their management team and them have an entire shelf of ideas and they don't need help with more 😭😭😭

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Hey, I love your writing style, especially the hurt/comfort fics you write. I had an idea from falling down the social experiment tiktok rabbit hole 😭 but basically skz members saving y/n from men/ someone harassing them on the streets. So maybe y/n and the boys don't know eachother and they see y/n looking uncomfortable and step in.

Anyways hope you have a good day!! Your amazing :)

Thank you!! I don't think I've ever written a full drabble where they're strangers, but I can definitely try it!! I've never heard of the social experiment rabbit hole. I've seen one or two occasionally, but I've never went through a rabbit hole. I'll add it to my steady stack of requests <3

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can you please write a skz angst fic im begging you like a ninth member you literally heal me in every way possible

I have one that's been requested. I don't get a lot of 9th member fic requests and usually only write them sometimes. I already planned to make it angsty, but I'll do my best to give you the angst you're craving 🫡

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Omgggg ok hi lie!!! So. New mixtape is out… thoughts? So far Truman is my absolute favorite but I’ll have to listen to it for a bit. So yeah- anyways… thoughts??

(Also love the fics, feel like I should mention that lol)

Hi!! I listened to them all last night when they came out. I just woke up and quickly looked up the English translations because I've been here for like three years and still do not know Korean. They were singing their hearts out and I still have no idea what they are saying at times 😔

I love them!! Each song feels very different. I listen to songs based on whatever I'm feeling and they all have different moods and vibes. I have to add them all to different playlists.

Truman is nice, but I'm a total sucker for Cinema. I've always loved ballads and not to show favoritism, but Seungmin is my favorite Skz vocalist. He has such a soothing voice and when Minho comes in with his soft tone, it felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold night.

The other songs are amazing in their own ways, but I usually always play music when I'm home. If I'm writing, I'm listening to music. If I'm locked in my room, I'm listening to music. 8/10 times, I'm always listening to soft music. Seungmin falls into that category non-stop. As we are, stars and raindrops, and here always are so good. Plus, Minho's love me or leave me cover and limbo.

I looped Cinema multiple times last night. Fell asleep sitting up while listening to it like an elder. All my worries washed away and I bathed in bliss. It will probably happen again.

All in all, a great mixtape. I love the duo combination. It feels like we've really been treasured lately. Duos now and solo songs on an album before this. They're an idol group and I love them as a group, but I'm so glad they feel content branching out within their group and giving us solo and duo stuff.

It feels like we get to know more about them. It's easy to be vulnerable in lyrics and lose yourself within your passion. Hearing all the individual aspects, understanding what they are putting out, and being able to analyze the words, it's always so interesting, I absolutely adore it!!

And thank you for reading my fics, I'm glad they make you happy!! ☺

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Hey baby girl I'm back with my conspiracies. I ain't backin down from this. Burnin tires = nobody no crime. Truman = success aka u. Escape = taste. Cinema = forget me not.

I'm gonna have more when they come out with the music videos. I am telling you they know. Ur being watched probs.

Does this mean you've read them? 🥺 I get so soft when people read my long length stuff. I work so hard to make the plots good. You can keep your conspiracies, but hear me out, it's just a k-pop group making good music from their hearts 😭😭😭

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Can't you come back home?

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Pairing: Han X gn reader

Summary: You finally accept the grief you've been outrunning.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.4k

Trigger warning: Death, loss, fear of afterlife, and descriptions of prepping a body for a funeral.

Grief resources

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The entire world collapsed beneath your feet. For so long, you ached with an empty hollowness. For months, you walked around with a hole in your heart. No matter what, it wouldn’t go away. After your loved one died, you went to great lengths, trying to heal the gaping wounds in your heart. 

You flooded yourself with work. You hid in books, not daring to pull your head out until hours later. You lost yourselves in the dramas and comforted yourself in escapism because escapism meant forgetting. You avoided the harrowing realization time and time again. 

It stared at you in the distance; an empty void in the outline of them. The way their hair sat just like they did when they were alive. A tar black void waved, trying to catch your attention; your brain trying to process their death, but you refused. 

You tried to busy yourself with everything else. Anything else. Every time the thoughts grew darker, you turned them off. You cranked up the music and placed headphones over your ears. In the kitchen, you hummed to yourself, too busy measuring stuff to cook with, you narrowly avoided the harrowing realization. 

You avoided and avoided and avoided. Across the way, the outline grew darker. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, at some point, the body would finally realize they weren’t coming back. 

And for you, it hit in the middle of the kitchen on a bright sunny day. The kitchen window sat open. The content chirps of birds brushed against your ears. The warmth of sunlight hit just right and nothing else mattered. 

Your heart, a fragile egg and it dropped; hitting the ground with a wet thud and oozing out in every direction all at once. You blinked rapidly, trying to push the feelings down, but today, your thoughts won. Grief rushed in and wrapped around your neck. It choked you like a winter scarf. 

You never wanted to talk about it. You brushed off condolences at the funeral. You tried so hard not to stare at the body in the casket because it didn’t feel like them. The makeup was wrong. Too much blush to bring back the rosy color of life. It was all wrong. 

The sweet scent of limes clung to your hands. You were cutting one to get the juice. It rammed into your heart; all of it, that final stage of grief. 

Acceptance always hurt the most because no matter what, they weren’t coming back. Scream at the sky if you must. Frantically text their old number. Hit the call button and wait for the familiar sound of the voice on the voicemail, if it’s still there. 

No more conversations. No more soaking up the warmth of the sun. Not another shared laugh and finishing each other’s sentences. You would never see them again. Trapped in photographs and memories, a victim to time; forever in memoriam. 

If not here, where do they go? What happens to them? Their body stays here and where does the soul go? Does it twinkle in the bright lights of heaven? Do the pearly gates grow faint as they plummet straight to hell? 

Perhaps it’s something else entirely. Screaming at the top of their lungs, seeing the light, and coming out as another species on the other side. Are they trapped between the barrier of life and death? Roaming around their house, unable to leave the walls slathered with memories? 

Trying so hard to conjure up the energy to move things and speak with the living, proving they’re still there. Where do people go after death? What happens next? 

Do they feel the licks of flame when cremated? Are they aware that they can never call their bodies home again? One day, you’re smiling with your friends and a week later, you’re the fine grains of ash in a picked out urn. Can they see the mortician as they work in silence? 

Flushing out the blood that pulsed from their body. Peeling back the eyes and inserting a piece of plastic to keep the eyelids shut during a viewing. Cotton in the nose. Gauze down the throat. Stitches to keep their mouths quiet forever. 

Your hands found the table as a wave of dizziness brushed over you. You desperately grabbed the edge of the ceramic counter, trying to keep your balance. You didn’t know where they went. Where did they go? What happened next? Were they alone? Is it cold? Does it hurt? 

Can they feel the loneliness, just as you can? Does their heart feel a bit too empty? Are they aware of just how much their absent presence has affected you? 

In the living room, Han stayed unaware of your thoughts and feelings. Curled up into the leather on the couch, his eyes drooped. A new anime unfolded on the screen. Some cut scenes that seemed to hold no deeper meaning to the full story. 

The sound of a sob jerked him straight upright. The blanket flew off of him and he dashed into the kitchen like a light. You sat with everything on the counter spread out. All the spices, the ground meat, the half-cut lime. You had been so excited to make a Mexican dish you found, but it all came crashing down. 

You gripped onto that countertop for dear life. Hands gripping. Teary eyes. More sobs fell from your lips. Han rushed over, grabbing your hands, trying to inspect them for blood, but none fell. They were cold from cutting up lime slices, but he couldn’t find anything wrong with them specifically. 

“Honey, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” 

“They’re gone,” you croaked. Your voice quivered and died. “They’re d-dead and I-I can’t-” 

A knife rammed through his fragile heart. He tugged you towards him, desperate to stop the hurt from flowing through you. More tears welled up in your eyes. “I-I didn’t get to say b-bye. I-I didn’t get to tell them that I still loved them.” 

“I know, honey, I know. It’s not fair, but I promise you, they know. They know you love and miss them. They’re waiting for you on the other side, I have to believe it.” 

Your head shook. Tears fell down your cheeks. Another sob escaped your throat. The more you cried, the more Han panicked. His hand gently rubbed your spine. 

You cried and cried and cried. He didn’t move, not daring to let you experience this hurt by yourself. Your sinuses clogged and you struggled to breathe through the grief coating your lungs. 

Minutes ticked by and he didn’t let go. He didn’t try to move you, or tell you to stop crying. He didn’t shush you and tell you to get over it. He didn’t try to say this was part of life. 

“You don’t know if they’re waiting,” you whispered after a while. “You can’t promise that.” 

“I can’t, but I know what kind of person they were. They were the kind of person that loved you with their whole heart. They wouldn’t abandon you. I have to believe that the people we love, they’re just on the other side and waiting.” 

“I like to think the grass is green. Maybe there’s a park where they all gather and hang out. It’s always a nice temperature, not too hot, or too cold. Everything they want, they can get it at the snap of their fingers.” 

“They still have all the memories and maybe, just maybe when you think of them here randomly, maybe that’s them on the other side thinking about you, too. I don’t think our family members and friends would abandon us.” 

“They’re in the wings and watching. They’re the gut feelings that keep us safe. They’re in our dreams, constantly popping in and trying to check on us. They’re everywhere, you just have to find them.” 

“It hurts so bad.” 

“I know and I’m sorry I can’t take away that pain. I’d get rid of it and throw it far away, if I could, but I can’t. Just know that I love you and I’ll always be here to help you through that hurt.” 

“Please don’t die. I can’t handle it if you die.” 

“Die?” Han’s eyes widened and his head shook. “Oh, no. The grim reaper can’t take me. I’m not going down without a fight. I have a long healthy life ahead of me. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” 

“Promise?” You gripped his arms tighter. 

“Of course, I promise; always.” 

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