#I WILL FEED YOU NOODLES AND KISS UR NOSE

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ romanticist by yves tumor ࿐ྂ

reo mikage x fem!reader

content: you fell sick and reo spoils you with acts of service, helping you with every little thing - feeding you, cooking for you, etc. mentions of nagi a bit cause what is reo without nagi and vice versa :3

ari's note: plsplspls man's so in love w u that he wants nothing but ur comfort and safety. he prioritises you over anyone, himself included :( he's so cute omd i love him sm

waking up from your slumber, you felt feverish. your body feeling hot but cold at the same time. shuffling around your bed, you reached for your phone on your bedside table, it was already 11am.

that explains the hundreds of messages from your beloved boyfriend, reo mikage.

"y/n??? whr r u?? r u ok?? not coming to school?" were some of his texts.

you were so sick, that you didn't even wake up for school despite the hundreds of alarms you had set the night before. groaning in pain, you sat up and texted back.

"sick, i overslept. not coming to school :,) sorry reo ily"

you hit send and used all your strength to get up and go to the kitchen to find a thermometer and medicine. the floor was cold, the sun was shining in through your windows. as you were searching the kitchen cabinets, your phone pinged multiple times. they were all texts from reo.

"omg ok :( i miss u alr im pretty sure nagi misses u too lolol i'll come over after school to look after u mkay" he texted.

after a few hours of loneliness and quiet, there was a knock on your door. you were cuddled up alone on your couch, watching a movie. medicine, water and other snacks were on the coffee table in front of you within your reach. you didn't move much, only getting up throughout the day to go to the bathroom or to get more snacks from the kitchen.

keys jingled and your door opened, revealing your lovely purple-haired boyfriend. with him was some plastic bags full of food and other items he deemed necessary for your recovery.

"helloooo, my looove! i missed you so much! how are you feeling?" he asked, cheering as he kicked his shoes off and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. he made his way over to you, dropping the bags on the floor and cupping your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your nose - to which you scrunched your nose at.

reo loved to kiss your nose, he thinks it's so cute and intimate.

you leaned into his touch, happy that he's finally here to pamper you.

"i missed you too, reo. i'm still a little sick, but i already ate some medicine so the fever is dying down. i've just been resting here."

he let go of your face and grabbed the plastic bags he had dropped earlier, then proceeding to sit beside you on the couch, "i brought you your favourites! and some of my old clothes for you to wear since i know you love to wear my clothes. you even choose to wear my clothes over expensive designer clothes!"

it was true, reo loved to buy you expensive clothes, perfumes, shoes, bags, and whatnot. he loved to spoil you. and you were beyond thankful for it, but you ultimately loved his clothes because, well, they were his, and they smelled like him.

your eyes brightened at the snacks he brought. but more importantly, you were happy your boyfriend was so caring.

reo's eyes directed to the ramen cup noodles in front of you on the coffee table. his eyes widened in horror.

"have you only been eating ramen noodles since you woke up?" he glanced at the clock, "it's already 6pm. you've been eating noodles for the past 6 hours?!" he gasped.

you giggled at his dramatic reaction.

"no, this won't do. i'll cook something for you, okay? what do you feel like eating?" he asked urgently. he was truly like a mother.

"hmm, ramen." you teased and he pouted, "noooo, my love. you need food, not instant noodles."

"i'll cook you some curry and rice. i saw a recipe online recently, i can try making it for you.” he pondered to himself.

reo gave you a kiss on the nose again before getting up to cook the curry in your kitchen. he practically lived here, he knew where all the ingredients are and where the pots and pans are. he lived in an expensive home with his parents, a lovely house that many people dreamed of living in - but at the end of the day, to him, home is wherever you are.

and right now, he felt so domestic, cooking for his sick girlfriend and doing her chores like washing dishes. the tv show you were watching was blaring in the background as reo cooked in your open theme kitchen which was conveniently placed next to the living room where you were. the layout of the room allowed him to keep an eye on you as he cooked.

soon, the aroma of curry filled the house and you perked up from your seat on the couch, seeing reo’s back facing you as he washed the pots and spoons he used.

he looked so manly. his shoulders were broad, and he was very tall. his hair was tied back into a bun, and the black shirt he wore was almost a size too small for his toned body. his clothes and demeanour completely opposed the silly pink apron he had tied around his waist. you found yourself staring in awe at his back. your heart fluttered.

you found yourself unconsciously getting up from your seat on the couch. the blanket that wrapped your body long discarded. you made your way over to where he was standing in the kitchen and slowly wrapped your hands around his waist. he jolted in surprise.

“woah, you scared me. you okay?” he asked after realising it was you. he resumed washing the dishes and continued to let you embrace him.

“i’m okay. i just wanted your warmth.” you mumbled against his back. reo’s breath hitched a little at the sudden confession, but he secretly liked it - he liked everything that’s going on right now. you hugging him, inhaling his scent, arms wrapped around his waist. having you so close to him where he can practically hear how loud your heart was beating from this intimacy you shared.

the two of you stayed like that until reo was done with washing the dishes. he dried his hands on a dry cloth and turned around to face you.

your hands were still locked around his waist. he looked down at you, with a dreamy look on his face. you looked up, chin resting against his chest and he couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you looked right now in his eyes.

“eat, okay? while the curry is still warm.” he flashed a smile at you and your heart fluttered.

reo is so handsome, you thought.

he instructed you to sit on the couch while he prepared you a portion of the food he had cooked. soon, he walked to you with one bowl in hand and took a seat on the couch.

“here. aaaaahhh,” he said as he took a spoonful of rice and curry, bringing it to your lips.

“reo? what are you doing? i can feed myself.” you giggled, leaning away from his hand. he raised an eyebrow, as if what he was doing is obvious. like you should know what he’s doing.

“what else am i doing? i’m feeding my lovely beautiful girlfriend who’s sick and needs my attention, of course!” he answered, “now c’mon! open up!” he insisted raising the spook to your lips again.

you chuckled and let him feed you. it wasn’t rare for reo to feed you - even when you’re in the pink of health, he always insisted on feeding you.

“at least let me feed you the first bite, then you can eat on your own.” he would say everytime he cooked for you.

now, you were focused on the present moment, treasuring this time when he fed you, cooing at you like you’re a baby - his baby. he just loved taking care of you.

after you had finished your meal, he put the bowl in the sink and cleared up the table in front of you - even sweeping the floor and taking out the trash.

“alright, my love. it’s 9pm, time to go to sleep.” he mumbled, seeing you nod off to sleep on the couch.

he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom, where he gently placed you down. he kissed your forehead and your nose, whispering “good night” and was about to leave the room to clean the kitchen some more until he felt you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“reo… please stay..” you muttered, half asleep but still wary of your surroundings.

“love, i need to clean the kitchen and wash up. i’ll join you when i’m done, ‘kay?” he replied softly, to which you whined at.

“hm, if you really insist,” he said, trying to act nonchalant - but it was no secret he enjoyed being needed by you, it was evident by the blush on his face. but of course, you didn’t need to know that. it’s not like you’ll know anyway, the room was dark. the only source of light was from the hallway that creeped into your room through the gap, and from the moonlight that seeped in through the window. you weren’t even conscious enough to notice the red on his cheeks and ears.

reo found himself tangled in bed with you, feeling you curl up against him. he found himself patting your back rhythmically, almost like patting a baby to sleep. well, you were his baby either way. he felt so ecstatic now, cherishing this moment with you. the soft snores that escaped your lips, the sound of your breathing, your hair that tickled his face and neck, everything about you, he absolutely cherished and loved.

in the comfort of the night, reo couldn’t help but fall asleep with you. you are his home, after all.

reo felt so incredibly lucky to have the honours of taking care of you. but the truth is, you felt even luckier to have a caring and kind boyfriend like him.

end.

[jynzandtonic]

Ok so I think I've thoroughly ousted myself and my apparent love for having food shoved in my mouth during sex 😂 I would like to know who Jyn thinks is bringing snacks to sexy time. Personally, I say Ronnie ~because it's just fun~ and Sackler because that maniac (I say that in the most loving way) will do just about anything if he thinks about it for more than a second. Let us discuss! ❤️

AYYYYY DEJA BBY! We celebrate ‘No Shame November’ year-round ‘round these parts and we ~also~ wholeheartedly support sexytime snacks. So! Sexytime snacc(k)s by category.

The Tru Snack MVP

Ronnie is the most likely to feed you slices of pizza while you bounce on his cock, or smear frosting all over your chest just to lick it off. You will be hearing more about this later, I assure you.

Absolute Goblins

Get ready for laundry day and a long post-sex shower if either Sackler or Phillip get their dirty little paws on a can of whipped cream. It. Will. Be. Everywhere.

Yes, But Make it Classy/Filthy

Dan will have a piece of silky-smooth, single-origin chocolate melt on your tongue while he tongues at you—you both get a little treat. 

Charlie will occasionally have you practice your table manners while sitting on his cock. Don’t use the wrong fork, Rosebud. You will also be hearing more about this later.

For Your Humble Consideration

Clyde might not plan on food being a part of sexytime, but would also be quite likely to serendipitously share a pint of ice cream with you in bed.

Flip is probably too busy fucking the living daylights outta you, but would not be opposed to some treats during a more, ahem, leisurely session.

Rick firmly believes breakfast is best enjoyed while fucking—not one after the other. 

Toby firmly believes tapas are best enjoyed while fucking—just not at a restaurant. Probably. 

[bluerskiees]

Hii!!! Can I request a reader where the reader had just done surgery (like any kind of surgery) and after the surgery they're tired and everything and stressed out.

Characters included: Mikey, Angry and Chifuyu

Tokrev men reacting to your surgery :

[☁️]

🌬 Since there was no mentions of the era, I'm gonna assume it's toman era cuz that was the time these 3 were together <3

Having an accident in the middle of the night wasn't good. It's worse if you got seveal bruises and badly injured. What makes it even worse is when the doctors claim that you're gonna have to undergo a surgery with a success rate of 10% . How do you think the invincible Mikey and his gangmates Angry ( Souya Kawata) and Chifuyu would react?

Mikey

Would hurry to the hospital in his CB205T, breaking all the road rules known to ever exist to the history of mankind. No like for real, he's ditching his family, his friends, his work, his teammates, everyone. All for you. Would stay by your side during the surgery, holding your hand through it. Puts on a smile and gives of an "I knew the surgery was gonna be successful", but deep down he's still not over the fact that someone had guts to try to kill you. It all happened too quickly. Buys you dorayaki, ice creams and any other stuffs you'd like to have with you in the moment. He'd definitely ask his men to bring ur life sized teddy bear so that you'd be able to cuddle it and sleep peacefully no matter what <3. Hold your hand, runs ur head and whispers sweet words into your ear till you fall asleep. Leaves in the middle of the night to have a fight with whoever tried to kill you earlier. He had Sanzu obtain the informations for him when you both were in the hospital and Sanzu, being the loyal man he is, agreed to do it for his king. Would stay by your side no matter what till you get discharged because what if someone tries to do something again? No, he won't take any chances.

Angry

Would try to keep a calm facade but fails. Angry is generally known to care for his friends a lot. He would go through life and death if it means protecting you. But the only issue is, he's too nice. Too nice that he hesitates to beat up people. But dont let that fool you for when he feels his friends or brother is attacked by someone, he enters his typical " Crying Blue Ogre" and we both know how strong he becomes during that particular period. Its safe to say that thos fuckers who tried to hurt you wont ever be seeing the golden rays of sunshine ever again. He would also buy you lots of soft pillows and plushies to make sure you feel comfortable there. I feel like he's the type of person to infuse lavender or any other essential oil because vibes. Would sing or play any instrument for you to get better. Randomly hugs you, kisses your forehead and gives you nose boops >.< . Suspicious of everyone around you. The nurse, the doctor, hell everyone. Would check ur food before feeding it you. Yes he would definitely bonk your head with his hand or a book when you get too stubborn to eat medicines.

Chifuyu

Golden ray of sunshine was very worried when he heard the news. Immediately rushed to the hospital one he heard the news, not bothering to complete eating the yakisoba noodles he was eating. Losing keisuke already took a huge toll on him and he ain't letting anything similar happening to you too. He's usually a calm and composed person but thats all until you mess with any one of his friends. He's pretty strong, so he would take all punches during the beginning of the fight, almost as if he was loosing. But he's also smart and intelligent. Would probably calculate his opponents moves when he got hit. Would cuddle you down in the bed for hours whispering things he loves about you, how strong you are, how much u mean to him. And i swear, you could see the whole universe in his eyes. But behind every strong soldier, is a weak child. Would totally cry and scold you cuz what if something happened. But aside from that, he'd make you watch your favorite cartoons or shows. Buys you flowers and room fragrances to keep the atmosphere a little bit less hospitalistic. Visits you often in both the hospital and at your house after you're discharged. Yes he gave u a lecture after that.

[serafilms]

nct dream + obscure love languages !

↳ pairing — nct dream x gn!reader

↳ genre — fluff; headcanons; gender neutral reader

↳ warnings — mentions of food and cooking (in haechan's and jaemin's)

mark !

words

now i'm not exactly talking about words of affirmation per se

more in a poetic old school way

like he might write something in the lyrics of a song that just subtly references you and your relationship

so when he shows you parts of it you're like :')

emotional

he probably also sends you little poems and just ramblings that he writes when he's bored or can't sleep or is just in a creative mood

just little things that explain how he feels in ways that he wouldn't be able to just say out loud

not just about your relationship but about him and the way he thinks in general

it's like a little window into his soul

and it always feels as though he's sharing with you a part of him that he doesn't like to show

it's a way for him to let you know he cares about you

he is entrusting in you his heart, soul, and all his deepest feelings

please show him this love back

renjun !

if you think for a damn second this man does not make art for his s/o then you are wrong

it’s a perfect way for him to express how he feels

and so whether it’s a digital art piece, a watercolour painting or just a little sketch, he will make something while thinking of you

he really likes drawing on you too

like you’re just sitting side by side bored out of your minds

and he’ll pull out a pen and just start doodling little things on your arm

renjun classmate au where he draws on your hand in class

he will also make origami for you sometimes

like little paper hearts and cranes

sometimes he doesn’t even think of you while doing it

he’ll just do a little drawing and then just send you a photo or give it to you when he sees you

but the fact is whether he was thinking of you or not, it means a lot that he’s sharing this side of him with you

you keep every single one

there’s a section of your room dedicated specifically to renjun’s gifts

jeno !

sharing new experiences

jeno strikes me as the type to like trying new things, but only really with people he cares about

because really, it's the people you're with that makes an experience special

and so his way of expressing his love is to share these experiences with you !

it shows he's comfortable around you and that he loves you enough to want you to be apart of the memories

expect a lot of outdoor dates

even little things like trying a new restaurant or taking walks to explore the city

travelling to each other's hometowns and other places

going camping, hiking, nature things

going to karaoke or the zoo or the aquarium

maybe even something like bungee jumping if ur a dare devil 😈😈😈😈😈

he introduced you to biking too and now every week or so you two go ride bikes to different places

you kind of hate it

but it's a lot more fun with jeno

haechan !

food

and cooking

haechan likes to cook food

it's not really a secret or anything

he's not like a big professional chef or anything but it is something he likes to do to show you he cares for you

whether it's making you breakfast, or eating ramen with you

or going for a midnight snack run at the nearest convenience store or taking you to his favourite restaurants

he loves food

he likes to baby you and spoon feed you too

it's like his job to make sure that you eat enough and eat right

he also really likes seeing the look on your face when you like the food he makes or recommends to you

it fills him with joy to know you appreciate and enjoy the same things he does

but there's more to it than that

there's a story behind every dish he makes and every restaurant he takes you to

and he likes to share each part of him with you by showing you all of it

all he wants is for you to do the same 🥺

jaemin !

sharing

i know it sounds sort of lame or vague but bear with me

because i feel like this would be how he shows his care for other people

jaemin is a bit more introverted than most of his members and there are times where he has bursts of energy, and times when he just needs to recharge

there are more obvious demonstrations of his affection which come when he's feeling more energetic

like he'll baby you (see: jaemin + jisung)

feed you food and his drinks or make you share a plate of food with him

he also is a big fan of sharing clothes with you

if you're cold he will aggressively pull you into his coat and zip it up

he makes you wear his clothes a lot

will pull a hoodie over your head when you least suspect it

he just wants to share the little pieces of his life with you

and that's when you know he cares

chenle !

teasing you

chenle is a playful guy and sort of a rascal too

so as opposed to sweet nothings and cheesy lines, he likes to feed you jokes and teasing

it's all in good nature and he's always careful to make sure he doesn't hurt you or offend you

but he just really likes the reactions you give him when he pinches your cheek or boops your nose

gives you affectionate nicknames to tease you

"sweetums," "honey sugarplum," "noodles," "poop hands"

ok yeah so idk but you get the vibe right?

but yeah he'll poke fun at you and the thing you do sometimes

he sometimes worries about making you upset but it's rare that he'll ever cross a line or hurt your feelings

the lighthearted tone and kiss he usually gives you afterwards eases any harshness of the words

and when he does hurt you he's so apologetic and regretful afterwards that it's impossible to think that he meant what he said

bc he really does love you and this is just how he expresses it

jisung !

physical touch, but make it shy

he's not super comfortable with physical touch and affection and neither are you really

you were both too shy to initiate it so it just was not really something that you did

but that's not to say that you guys didn't want to

eventually jisung gathered enough courage to hold your hand in public once

and then it grew into shy cuddles, light pecks, playing with each other's fingers

aggressive pda is not your thing

and you two aren't really the type who always have to have their hands on each other either

but like little things like jisung grabbing your hand

or you playing with his hair

the actions themselves are so light but tender and filled with care

you'll probably never reach a place where you'll be making out in public etc

but physical touch will always be a way for him to show his love

[winterromanov]

Maybe a college Bucky one where he’s being playing games out of town, and trying to study for exams and he’s just so tired but trying to keep going and reader makes him nap and relax and it’s just very Soft ☺️

pairing: bucky x reader (set in the same universe as this fic)

Trying to play football and also be a competent college student is an Incredibly Difficult Feat. You know this, because watching Bucky vault himself from away games to home games to mid terms to finals is about the most exhausting thing you’ve ever seen. If he’s not studying he’s at practice, and if he’s not playing he’s in an exam. It’s like watching a manic, sleep-deprived whirlwind, living almost entirely off coffee and takeout noodles.

He’s not taking care of himself. He’s pushing and pushing and pushing, trying not to let anybody down--as if he could ever do that.

“You don’t have anything to prove,” you say, as he crashes face-down on the bed in your dorm, the night before he leaves to play a game at Harvard and minutes after his Cold War history deadline. You’ve not seen him eat anything the last twenty-four hours. “Look--you won the last game. Steve said you could sit this one out.”

A vague mumbling comes from your bed. His face is smothered by the pillow and he’s too exhausted to even turn over, so you poke his ass with your foot. His hand reaches out, reflexes still ridiculously quick, pulling you onto the bed with him.

“Sorry, love,” you smirk, curling as close to him as your tiny mattress will allow. His arm pulls you close to his waist, palm splayed across your back. His heartbeat is unrelenting beneath his shirt, thudding between you. “Didn’t quite hear that one.”

His head shifts so you’re basically nose-to-nose, his grin sleepy and delirious. He’s gonna pass out any second. You’ve seen it many, many times before in the last hectic few weeks--you’re probably gonna see it a few more. “I’ll be fine after nap. Promise.”

“Don’t you dare fall asleep before I can force a pizza down you,” you warn, and he laughs, deliberately snuggling into the pillow and letting his eyes flicker closed. You can’t resist--running your hand through his hair, along his face. Kiss his forehead. “Goddamn it, Buck. You’re making it very difficult for me to look after you.”

“You being here is enough,” he says softly and before you have chance to reply he’s gone, lost in some dream. You slowly creep out of his embrace, making the pizza for him anyway. By the time you wake up the next day his body is a phantom shape in your bed but the pizza is gone--he’s left you a bright pink post-it note on the plate. Scribbled in his usual scrawl are the words thank you always favourite girl.

-

we won!!! harvard ain’t better than us at FOOTBALL

wish u could have been there

renaissance lit is being a bitch :(( well done you STAR. miss you more every moment so get back quick

should i hijack the bus and speed down the freeway

if you must

consider it done

love you

love you more than anything

-

The next game is thankfully a home one against Yale so you can at least keep an eye on him--you’re just protective, that’s all, not wanting him to burn out in front of you. There’s a lot of gym sessions and library cramming and a grand total of one dinner date at his apartment, where you made a pasta dish with as many vegetables as you could think of in as possible (his mom had sent you a message afterwards with immense gratitude because her son needed his greens, damn it). The following evening you’d wrapped yourself in one of his jerseys and sat in the bleachers alongside an injured Sam--injured and bitter about it--and waited in the lights and the noise for the game to begin.

“Bucky tells me you’re worried about him,” Sam interjects rather suddenly and when you blink back, he shrugs his non-injured shoulder nonchalantly. “Not that I blame you. That dude just doesn’t let up, does he?”

“You could say that,” you reply, shivering a little. The November air is cold, even wearing Bucky’s sweater. “He keeps telling me the season will be over before long, but I...I don’t want that to be a couple of weeks too much for him, you know?”

Sam hums thoughtfully. Around you, the crowd practically fizzes with excitement, covered with facepaint and aggressively chanting team songs at the opposing side. You’d never been to a college football game before you started dating one of the team’s star players, but you have to admit, the atmosphere is kinda addictive. Watching Bucky play is kinda addictive.

“If I know Bucky, and boy do I know him,” Sam eventually replies, squeezing up closer to you as more people gather into your stand. A girl is openly staring at you both--it doesn’t happen that often, but more so at games. People know Bucky, and Sam, so people know you. “He’ll get through this all okay. He always does, (Y/N). I’d been pretty damn surprised if he doesn’t make captain next year.”

You stare at the bright, clean grass of the field, and think of a boy so fucking exhausted from trying to balance his life that he can barely function half the time. Bucky would be an awesome captain. You just don’t want him to become a dead firework because of it.

-

The game ends up being pretty close but Yale just snatch the victory. It doesn’t mean that they can’t win the season, but. Bucky makes his way over to your stand at the end of the game like he always does, taking off his helmet and mouthguard. He also looks extremely deflated, like he always does when they lose.

“It’s okay,” you say, taking his face in your hands. He looks angry at himself. And you know what he’s thinking. I should have pushed harder. “Shit happens. You were still amazing.”

He kisses you over the barrier in a display of affection you were once too shy to give away in public, but you need him as much as he needs you. When you break apart you plant a chaste, gentle peck on his jawline, running your thumb over the shadow. 

“You two make me sick,” Sam interrupts the moment, arms folded. Bucky flips him off while smiling sweetly and you can’t help but laugh. “Honestly. Didn’t ask to be violated, but here we are.”

“Payback for every single time I’ve walked in on you doing unspeakable things with the girl from the top floor on our kitchen counter.” Bucky snaps back teasingly. You like watching the banter unfold between the two of them. You’d be worried if Bucky and Sam weren’t taking the piss at every given opportunity.

Sam gestures pointedly at his injured right shoulder. “I cannot believe you’d treat a fallen comrade like that. I’m disgusted.”

“And so was I when I saw the state of the kitchen counter.” Bucky gives you one last kiss, clutching your hand. “See you after I hit the showers, yeah?”

“I’ll be waiting.” Your promise him, and his eyes glow just a little brighter.

-

When Bucky facetimes you from Brown the very next week, he looks like he hasn’t slept for at least three days. His Ancient Chinese history exam is literally a day after he arrives back from the trip and he’s frantically cramming in his hotel room in Rhode Island, while also trying not to fuck up the team’s chances of winning the season.

“Just one more game after this,” his grainy voice says on the other end of the video feed, head lolling against the headboard of his Holiday Inn bed. You wish he was in your bed. God, you wish he was in your bed. “And the season is over and I don’t have to be away from you ever again.”

“I don’t think your mom would like it if I stole you away for Thanksgiving.” You joke, tongue poking between your teeth. His lips curve, half a laugh escaping from his chest.

“That’s why she personally invited you to stay with us for the holidays. She’s worried you might sneak in there first and drag me to Virginia. She already knows I’d go wherever you go.”

Your smile is kinda wistful. “Except when you go to Rhode Island.”

“Except when I go to Rhode Island.” He repeats, sighing dramatically. He rubs one of his tired eyes. “Ugh. Who thought coinciding pre-Thanksgiving exams and football season was a good idea, huh?”

“I have no idea, but I’m prepared to have words with them.” You tilt your head. “Don’t work too hard, yeah? It’s one exam. It’ll all be okay in the end.”

“I know, I know.”

You want to keep talking, on and on until the early hours like you do sometimes, because time is apparently not real when you and Bucky are on the phone together. But he needs sleep, and you need sleep, and occasionally you’ll do things for the greater good. “Good luck for tomorrow. Brown won’t know what’s hit ‘em.”

“They better not,” he jokes, “Will you be live-streaming the game?”

As if you wouldn’t. You can’t pretend that you always know what’s going on or any of the rules, but you always try to watch him if you can. He’d do the same for you, over and over and over. “Already got the tab open on my laptop and everything.”

Bucky’s grin is near effervescent, even through your patchy wifi connection. “I love you more than anything, you know that?”

“I may have had an inkling.”

-

hello y/n 

HELLLOOOOO

u know brown are the best losers because they lose and give you TEQUILA

omg are you drunk

never been DRUNK IN MY LIFE!!!! but im at this cool party and stEv e has found a girl and i miss u

i miss u so much . and like i just do generally 

whenever ur not ar oUnd 

oh sweet boy. you are very drunk.

im serious though

sometimes i think about how much i love you and it scares me

because then i th ink what it would be like if you wreent there 

and that makes me so fucking sad i cant breathe

y/n

y/n ???????????????

hellooo 

have u gone to bed

no, just messaging steve to make sure he gets you back safe. im not going anywhere. just please please look after yourself. love you always

-

“I’m sorry about those messages I sent you last night.”

You grab him in the tightest hug possible, his hold all still hanging off his arm, rain spattering down from dark clouds outside his apartment block. You hold him for at least ten years, you reckon, because the thought of him being so fucking sad he can’t breathe makes you so fucking sad you can’t breathe.

“You’re a terrible drunk who says things that make me emotional.” You laugh tearfully into his sweater and he grips you even harder, if possible. The shards of glass jabbed between your ribs start to dissolve as you inhale every single part of him.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I know.”

-

His last game is the day of your renaissance literature exam and for once you’ve been the one not eating and relying on caffeine, anxiety lingering round your jittery bones like an irritating ghost. Your interactions with Bucky are a battle between you wishing him aggressive luck for what could be the winning game while he equally aggressively says your exam will go fine, they always go fine, it’s an easy A for sure. 

Your exam isn’t until the afternoon so you spend the morning pacing about your bedroom looking at a sporadic mess of post-it notes on your wall declaring quotes and context that you hope will just stick in your brain. When Lizzie from down the hall says there’s a package for you you don’t actually think much of it, too busy to deal with something you’ve probably forgotten you ordered from Amazon--but she makes some comment about how fancy it is, wrapped up in striped paper.

Your name is in print across the front so it doesn’t leave a clue on the sender, but as soon as you rip into it and find a bundle of things nestled between tissue paper, you know instantly. It’s kind of embarrassing you didn’t click sooner. 

Dear Y/N - you’ll ace it, favourite gal. 

You try not to break down in sleep-deprived and emotional tears as you pull out a brand new sweater in your favourite shade of burgundy, a vintage copy of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, three different kind of Hershey’s bars and a dumb little teddy bear wearing your college jersey. He’s sent you a fucking care package. He’s away at Princeton, and he’s sent you a care package, because exams drive you crazy and he’s just... Well, he’s Bucky.

-

i got your present

have i ever mentioned that i love you

i may have had an inkling

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He doesn’t really leave you a choice, does he? Besides, the game is only at Princeton, and if you catch the train the moment you escape the uneasy warmth of a crowded exam hall you should be able to get there in time. 

You’ve never been to Princeton stadium before, but you grab one of the last tickets available and rush onto their crowded bleachers just before the game is about to begin. The lights are heady, the atmosphere is electric, and you’re about to watch the man you lovingly, completely, unrelentingly call your own play the game he loves almost as much as you at a stadium forty miles from home. 

hey steve, you text his closest friend, hoping he’ll see it, get buck to look at the front of the stairs near block d when you come out

y/n if this is what i think it means he’s going to lose his goddamn mind

:)

When the team runs out you notice the number five on his jersey straight away, a constant fleeting image in your head from the countless games you’ve seen him play. Even from a distance, Steve’s eyes catch your own and his arm starts gesturing violently in your direction, Bucky taking a couple of moments to catch on.

It’s a good job the game isn’t due to start for a few more minutes, because absolutely nothing can stop him from automatically sprinting to your side of the field and kissing you senseless, cameras and crowds be damned.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he says on a dizzy outtake of breath.

“Couldn’t miss the last game of the season, could I?” You gently push his chest, urging him to go back to his team. “And neither can you. Go back to them. I’ll be waiting.”

He steals your lips for one more second, giddy and pumped full of adrenaline. “I really lucked out the day I met you, didn’t I?”

His mouth is hot. Hot. Unmistakable. Real. Always, always real. “Not as lucky as me.”

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OH GOD I SENT A REACTION REQUEST FOR THE UhHH NIGHTMARES BUT I JUST SEEN UR RULes aND REBLOG SO LET ME REPHRASE THIS REQUEST; can i get a JOON imagine where u have a nightmare ?? lots of fluff w small bits of angst pls he's my angel

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AUTHOR`S NOTE.  namjoon is my noodle. this is kinda short but thanks for requesting & happy reading, bub!

[02:28 AM] [what remains at night is the sound of them breathing.]

―namjoon`s hands trembled as he ungrasps the steering wheel. first day of completely driving on his own felt not only exciting but also frightening. every minute he was on full concentration and this, really made him tired as hell as he finally parks his car in the garage under his apartment.

turning off the ignition, he stuffs his car keys in his pocket after getting out of the car. though his body felt like it would just fall down any second, he thanked the architect of this building who gave the intricate thought of giving a proper functional lift.

his floor was 8th and he stands there, slumped against the silver-coloured metallic wall. his senses were somewhat outdated right then so he didn`t exactly feel the lift moving up against the gravity and finally stopping on his floor.

“oh, finally, i can finally just lie down,” he says to himself while inserting his keys to the entrance door. it was at that moment he realizes that you`re probably sleeping right now in your shared bedroom.

he opens the door with the remaining effort in him so as to not make any sort of sound and alert you. he proceeds to close it the same way, hangs his overcoat on the hook, opens his shoelaces and puts them back into the shoe rack. it looked like you had not gone out today because there wasn`t any trace of dust at the entrance.

because the only thing that was lit in the whole apartment was the hanging light above the dining table, namjoon opens his watches, unbuckles his belt and takes out the car keys from his pocket and place them on the clothed cover of the table. it took him a lot of concentration and consciousness to not make a single bit of a sound.

after all, he had known this all along that you`ve a very weak sleep situation. you get awakened by even a tad bit of creaking. namjoon proceeds to tiptoe towards the bedroom. if he had the chance he could`ve changed in another room but he didn`t want to, first of all, go through another turmoil of opening and closing a door and second of all, the closet was in the bedroom. either way, he has to enter in that. it was times like this when he remembers his promise to you that he`s going to buy a much spacer apartment in the future. you`ve as always chimed in adding that you will work hard too to financially help him.

namjoon finally dressed himself up in his sweatpants. he usually throws in a t-shirt over it but tonight felt too warm for that. also, he had this sudden urge to hold himself against your sleeping figure. he could make out under the dim moonlight from the open window that you`ve almost curled yourself up into a ball.

he slowly with batted breathe settles on the bed, right beside you. taking the thin blanket which has been covering your lower body till now, he takes his share of the same and finally lies down next to you.

minutes pass by and as he feels sleep entering into his system, he senses a twisting beside him. he moves his arm that was resting over his face to look at your direction. he couldn`t particularly make out the exact expression but he felt a certain uneasiness in you. he turns over on his side, facing your body and touches the side of your neck only to feel a thin sheet of perspiration gathered up there. along with that, he witnesses your breathing getting louder and this time you were not just breathing through your nose but through your mouth.

without hesitating any longer, namjoon flips you over so that you are lying on your back and not your side like before and opens the top three buttons of your nightshirt and moves your shirt`s collars apart and exposes your neck and half of your chest to the open air of the room.

“breath, ______, please breathe,” he mumbles to you and himself at the same time. your current state makes him realize that you`re probably seeing some nightmare. he rubs off the sweat that was accumulating on your face, sticking your hairs to the side of your face, he blows air through his mouth over your eyes to make you feel a little relaxed. though after a few moments it felt like you were feeling a bit better than before.

namjoon, thinking that he might just try feeding you some water starts getting off the bed when he feels something holding his wrist down to the bed. his reflex works faster than him and he returns back to hovering his face over your now awakened face.

you tried blinking multiple times to get used to the darkness and namjoon`s breath against your face.

“are you okay?” he whispers.

your mouth was feeling too dry and void at the same time so you kept it shut and just nodded back at him.

“were you having a bad dream?” joon`s voice felt too soft, it was like silk and roughness combined.

you nodded back at him but this time your hand reached up and they held his face in their palm softly. namjoon leaned into your palm taking in their texture and before he decides to say something, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, giving a soft kiss to soothe you down.

“feeling better?” he asks, his eyes too close to your own. you broke the eye contact and nodded back at him.

“let`s go back to sleep then,” but he completely forgot for a moment that he was initially getting up to get some water for you to drink and thus, he gets up and brings in a glassful of water for you from the kitchen, “here, drink this before sleeping.”

he helps you getting up and he even uses a wet cloth to clean the sweat that was giving you discomfort. though you whined indicating that it`s okay but he still did that.

“it`s okay. it`s not rocket science.”

after all these, he climbs back to the bed beside you and this time he doesn`t just lie down on his back. he turns to your side and holds you close enough so that your face remains against his chest and you breathe in the familiar warmth before going back to sleep.

it`s good to say that night after that a bad dream, you slept like a baby while namjoon protected you in his embrace.

fin.

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:0 Minghao fluff is accepted too? Can I request him taking care of you because you have a fever?

lmao this is super cheesy but you can’t escape it on this blog so I hope you like it! ♥

“I’m so sorry you had to come all the way here,” you sighed as you cuddled your blanket better and looked at Minghao, who just smiled back at you while getting seated on the edge of your bed. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, placing his hand on top of you, somewhere around your waist, he assumed. “You need someone to take care of you, and I’m more than glad to be the one to do that.”

“Are you sure you’re not an angel or anything?” you asked quietly, pouting a little due to how sweet Minghao was, and got brave enough to get your hand out of the warmth of the blanket to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder blade. “Nope, no wings.”

Minghao snickered and shook his head, helping you get your hand back under the blanket - your fever was on the rise so you were freezing, and he could see it. “Not an angel, but I am your boyfriend.”

“Same thing,” you grinned widely, but winced when a set of shivers ran through you, reminding you of your condition. Sighing, you could also feel how sore you felt everywhere. “Gosh, I hate this.”

He nodded and gave you a sympathetic look before looking around curiously. “Do you need anything done? Like… cleaning or things like that.”

You looked out of yo-ur bed and noticed some clothes lying around, which made you blush a little since you hadn’t had the energy to clean for a few days, but ended up shaking your head bravely. “It’s fine, I’ll take care of it when I’m better.”

Minghao didn’t seem too convinced, but nodded either way. Just as he was about to suggest cooking, he heard your stomach grumble, at which you pursed your lips. He laughed heartily and moved his hand to your shoulder in order to squeeze it comfortingly. “I’ll make us some food, and there’s no way you can convince me otherwise after that.”

Blushing slightly, both from his teasing yet sickly sweet tone and the loudness of your stomach, you nodded. “I wasn’t going to stop you.”

“Good,” he grinned and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before starting to get up. “I’ll bring you some cold water soon, too.”

Laughing weakly, you looked at Minghao as he left your room. “Is that your way of saying that I’m hot?”

Amidst of your kitchen cupboards opening and closing one after another, you could hear his amused voice. “Yes, babe, and not in a good way!”

You snickered to yourself, but curled into a ball when some more shivers ran through you - even with a thick blanket hugging you so tightly, you felt oh, so cold.

Minghao worked his magic in the kitchen, and judging by how soon he returned with two bowls, he had found the instant noodles from your cupboard.

“Thank you,” you smiled as you somehow managed to sit up on your bed, your blanket still hugging you tightly. Minghao placed the bowls on your nightstand and sat next to you again, looking at you with a lopsided grin and shaking his head to say it was no problem. You pursed your lips a little. “…Could you feed me? I’m too cold.”

He gawked for a second before shaking his head in amusement and taking one of the bowls. “I somehow saw this coming.”

Minghao didn’t object, however, and rather noted how cute you were when you kept aiming puppy eyes at him while also eyeing the food hungrily. He got some noodles on the chopsticks, blew on them a little and slowly brought both the bowl and noodles closer to you. “Alright, open up.”

Obeying readily, you soon had your mouth full of noodles, which you ate gratefully. 

Minghao continued feeding you little by little, although in the middle of it all he remembered the cold water that he had forgotten, which he then went to get you and let you drink some. While he got some noodles on the chopsticks, he looked at you thoughtfully. “Have you had any of those really weird fever dreams?”

You thought about it for a moment before grinning widely. “I did, actually. You were like, 5 times taller than you are now and I think you destroyed a few cities, but you took good care of me.”

He looked at you with the most incredulous, wide smile on his face as he nodded slowly, snorting. “I see. Were you the size you are now?”

After eating some more noodles, you hummed in thought. “I actually think I might’ve been a bit shorter. It was really weird.”

“It definitely sounds weird,” Minghao laughed and continued feeding you with a warm expression on his face, trying to think about how the dream must’ve been with him destroying cities. “That’s why they’re weird fever dreams. They never make sense.”

“What’s the weirdest one you’ve had?” you asked with a giggle, and waited excitedly when Minghao shook his head with raised eyebrows, the dream clearly being something he wanted to forget.

“Let’s just say people had very different roles in it than they do in real life,” he managed to say at last, and you huffed with a small pout.

“That’s no fun.”

“I’ll tell you some other time,” Minghao assured you and fed you the last bit of noodles before grabbing the other bowl and eating some himself. You nodded with a smile and watched him eat. 

Unfortunately the medicine you had taken a bit before he had come was starting to have an effect, and suddenly you felt as though you were on fire, and quickly got the blanket off yourself.

“I’ll get you something nice and cold soon,” Minghao smiled, knowing full well what you were going through, and continued eating while you tried to fan yourself with your hands. A few moments later he was bringing you a damp towel, wet with the coldest water he had been able to get from your tap, and assisted you to lie down before placing it on your forehead.

“Do you think you could stay over?” you asked quietly, somewhat able to look at Minghao with the towel covering some of your vision. He smiled and squeezed your hand in his free one.

“I think so. Do you want me to?” he asked softly, and you hummed in a positive answer.

“But only if it’s not too much trouble,” you hurried to add and nearly yelped when Minghao got the towel away for a moment, just to hover his face above yours and grin, his nose brushing against yours.

"It’s not,” he whispered and gave you a quick kiss that left you pouting, and he laughed, cupping your cheek once he had put the towel back down on your forehead. “I don’t want to get sick, dummy.”

“You owe me so many kisses,” you mumbled under your breath, and Minghao snickered.

You talked for some time, and eventually he got rid of everything that wasn’t his underwear and got an extra blanket from your closet before getting next to you on the bed. He pouted a little while snaking his arm around you. “I hope you get better soon.”

“Give it a few days,” you said weakly, feeling incredibly drowsy, and placed your hand on top of his. He nodded and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

“Wake me up if something comes up during the night, okay?”

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six ways to love park jimin

summary: a guide written by jeon jeongguk on how to love park jimin 

crossposted to ao3 || warnings: mentions of eating disorder 

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i. give him the last piece of kimbap and make sure he’s eating well

All seven of them eat a lot. Too much, Bang PD might even say. They spend over $900 at the black bean noodle restaurant, one boy with a large bowl to himself and more. They scarf down cold noodles, pizza and beef slices, particularly on the nights practice is extra gruelling. Jeongguk has noticed how Jimin’s appetite has grown from pre-debut days till now and he’s happy to know the older one has finally stopped going through ruthless diets.

Then, there are nights he notices Jimin hasn’t eaten much, asides from a rice cake or two. He’s playing with the food on his plate, cutting it up and shifting it around and thinking that no one’s noticed. But Jeongguk is observant and he sees Jimin laugh without really laughing, the way his eyes are a little emptier tonight.

He looks through social media, scrolls through comments on naver and is filled with boiling rage.

looks like he’s put on a bit more weight!

the abs are long gone?? are they coming back, oppa, i miss ur abs

hes not really that skinny anymore isn’t he

For the next few days, Jeongguk won’t stop pestering Jimin to eat. Not in front of everyone, of course, Jeongguk’s not that untactful. Instead, he corners Jimin, who’s dancing nights away tirelessly in their practice studio, and brings him fruits. They’re Jimin’s favourite and he figures he should start small. He can’t believe this is happening again, he can’t believe his happy little hyung isn’t happy anymore. He makes Jimin eat the fruits, and then kimchi jjigae the next day, and japchae the next and so on.

“You need to be healthy!” he encourages. “This is how you’ll be stronger!” Jimin stays quiet for the first few nights and one day, he asks, “You don’t think I’m fat, do you?”

To which Jeongguk replies, “You’re not. And even if you were, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re healthy. What matters is that you eat well.”

Weeks later and Jimin’s finally eating like normal again. There’s one last piece of kimbap left and everyone’s staring at it. Namjoon knocks over a can of soda trying to grab it and Seokjin flails for it like its’ his lifeline. Taehyung is nearest but Jeongguk is the fastest, snatching it triumphantly.

“Ah, since you’re the maknae,” they let off.

But Jeongguk is not the triumphant one. He slips Jimin the last piece of kimbap, and his hyung smiles so warmly he feels it in his very bones.

ii. call him hyung and let him feel like he’s the tallest

181, 179,179, 178, 177, 176, 175.

Jimin’s been the butt of too many short jokes and even when he tries to drag Yoongi-hyung in, it’s impossible. That darn one-cm difference made a world’s difference to the rest of them. He’s faced torments, particularly from a certain golden maknae, but while it was once infuriating, he finds that he doesn’t care that much anymore. 

After all, Jeongguk’s stopped teasing him for his height and calls him “hyung” every once in a while.

But on the nights he feels small, after too many radio interviews and variety shows constantly ridiculing his height and his tiny fingers, Jeongguk makes him feel tall. So tall, like he’s standing on top of the world.

He drags Jimin up to the rooftop of their dorm and if their manager knew, he would have their heads. But it’s okay because he doesn’t. They suck in the cold night air and Jeongguk lifts Jimin up with such ease, runs around and asks him “how’s the air up there, you giant!” 

Jimin’s laughing so much, he doesn’t care that the tips of his ears are freezing or that he can’t quite feel his nose anymore. He sits securely atop Jeongguk’s shoulders and they stare at the city that unfolds beneath them.

“You’ve got the world in your palm, hyung,” Jeongguk tells him. “You can do anything with the world in your hand."

iii. tell him his singing is getting better

Jimin’s always prided himself on being a great dancer but over the years, he’s been given the title of best high notes. It’s not easy, of course, it is so so hard. He struggles for so long but he manages to hit the notes over many performances.

Then there’s too many performances, too many stages and too many concerts. Too many flights and not enough rest. He forgets to drink sufficient water and with jet lag chasing his every step, he finds his voice cracking one too many times.

He’s filled with embarrassment and sadness, he can’t believe he’s been brought this far, only to fail. He is so disappointed in himself and he can’t bring himself to watch the review of their performance. He doesn’t want to know what their vocal trainer will say.

Jeongguk finds him crying in the bathroom that night- “Hey, hey, hyung, what’s wrong? Come on, breathe, let it out, easy there, easy, hyung.” But Jimin shoves him away.

“You don’t know what it’s like!” he snaps, voice nasal, his nose running. “Your singing is perfect, all the time, you never crack, I’m not good enough.”

Jeongguk doesn’t take his words to heart. Instead, he hugs Jimin till he stops crying.

“You’re only human. We all make mistakes. And we can only get better.”

When they return back to Korea, Jeongguk sits in on his vocal practices, encouraging him each time his voice wavers. It’s funny how a thumbs-up from the golden maknae can bring so much confidence. Because it builds up over sessions and soon, Jimin’s voice is stronger.

The rest of them cheer him on and pat his back, giving him thumbs-ups and grins. But it’s Jeongguk who hugs him tightly and whispers in his ear “You’re improving so much, you’re so strong now, hyung. So damn strong."

iv. crawl into his bed at night and hug him tighter when he misses home

Jimin loves travelling to other countries. They see Santiago's sky this morning but tonight they’ll be seeing Sao Paulo’s night sky and clouds. Tomorrow, they’ll see Newark’s sun rise. Three weeks from now, they’ll see the sunset on Bangkok’s waters and then next, Hong Kong’s twinkling skyline.

It is so thrilling, so exciting, to be in a different environment and surrounded by foreign cultures. But with each step further away from home, he can’t help but miss it more. Busan feels so far away. Jimin misses his mother so much, misses his warm blankets and his brother, misses everything about their quaint hometown. He forgets that actually, Busan is not that far after all.

Jeongguk slips into his bed one night and hugs him, mumbling about how he can’t sleep. When Jimin wraps his arms around the younger, he realises how much he smells like home. And he whispers that to Jeongguk, “you smell like home. I miss home so much.”

Jeongguk shifts around and pulls back, looks up at Jimin with sincere brown eyes. Jimin sees so much warmth in the dark brown, feels so at home with Jeongguk wrapped around him. “I’m home,” he says simply.

Jimin may not be back in Busan, waking up in his bed to freshly-cooked pajeon from his mother, but Jimin feels at home when he’s with Jeongguk. 

v. make him feel beautiful on the nights he doesn’t

Insecurity has always been an enemy of Park Jimin. It lies deep in his heart, buried under the confidence he’s built and thought dormant. But there’s too many cracks and his walls are not as strong as they used to be. Insecurity feeds on the first sign of weakness and is brought back to life after too much teasing, after too many jokes that were meant to be funny and not meant to hurt. But the intention is lost and it does hurt. He starts to sees the flaws he thought were long gone, starts to feel ugly in his own skin yet again.

He takes the makeup off at the very last minute, doesn’t look at himself in the mirror. He scrubs at himself in the hot shower, scrubs so hard till his skin turns red and raw and it hurts. He wants to get out, wants to leave this body but how?

“Jimin-ah, you’re taking real long!” Jeongguk hollers, knocking on the bathroom door. Jimin swings the door open, wrapped in a fluffy big towel, and tries to rush past but Jeongguk is not blind, Jeongguk sees how red his skin is.

“Hyung!” he says, shocked.

Jeongguk forgets his shower and brings Jimin back to his room. He pats Jimin’s favourite aloe vera cream onto his shoulders, gently- he is so gentle because he is terrified that Jimin will fall apart under hands too uncaring. But Jeongguk cares.

He kisses Jimin’s tears away and strokes his hair gently, tells him he is so beautiful and tells him that he is made out of stars and flowers, that he is sun beams and cotton candy. “You’re a joy, you’re such a joy,” Jeongguk whispers. “You’re the most beautiful.”

Jimin shakes with tears and his body is so frail, so small in Jeongguk’s arms. It is not easy at first, and Jimin doesn’t believe him at all. Slowly, though, slowly, he learns to love himself yet again. Slowly, he starts to see the sun in his smile and happiness so bright in his crescent-shaped eyes. Slowly, he feels beautiful again.

vi. give him piggyback rides to share the weight of the world on his shoulders

Piggybacks are their thing. They love to surprise one another, love to jump on each other’s backs with no warning. When the comfortable weight of Jimin settles over his back, he doesn’t feel heavy at all. Far from it.

But Jimin feels heavy, he feels like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Sometimes he doesn’t jump onto Jeongguk’s back for fun, sometimes he does it because he is too tired to walk and he just doesn’t have the energy anymore. Jeongguk willingly carries him, even if he starts snoring in his ears and drooling over the shoulders of his shirts.

As long as he gets to ease Jimin’s burdens, he doesn’t mind.

Jimin feels a little lighter when he’s on Jeongguk’s back. Especially when Jeongguk charges forward and the wind whips through his hair, and he feels like a piece of dust floating through the air. He forgets the stress of their comebacks and busy schedules.

He feels more lightweight, more featherlike. He feels like the weight of the world has lessened, he feels like the burden has lightened somewhat. And he owes it all to Jeongguk, who loves him and takes care of him and makes this world a much better place.