#SORRY its my nightly frog show coping time

[kiwibirb1]

Hey Anne? Maybe you're better off without me.

[wonhoetryme]

Long-Distance, Long Plane Ride

Optional Bias

Length: 2k (It’s long, I’m sorry)

Genre: small amount of angst, fluffy end

A/N: I had gotten two similar requests, so I combined them! Btw, I have limited experience with long distance, but I hear it takes a lot of effort so I hope this is what you're looking for!! ;)

Requests: “FRIEEEENNNNDDDD!! A scenario perhaps when you’re in a long distance relationship with bias and he’s thinking about ending it but reader reminds him how much they love each other etc etc fluffy ending? ❤️❤️” // “Can you do a long-distance scenario, where you go to France and surprise him at work?? Angsty first, but then fluffy? Thanks so much!!”

Summary: Long-distance relationships. It’s like when you have two magnets a foot away from each other; they don’t really function well without the other around. But, if you just tap them a bit closer and a bit closer, they’ll eventually find each other. Then, anybody will have a tough time keeping them apart.

You’re never quite as comfy when he isn’t home.

The bed is a little colder, the blankets are too big, the coffee in the morning is always wasted. It’s like, because of his absence, the apartment is missing its fullness. You felt that tenfold. Days off are filled with moping around, stressing over homework, and tending to the bags under your eyes.

It isn’t hard to understand that his job is demanding, sending him to different countries, capitals, and cities all over the world. It’s just hard to cope. He gets to travel the globe doing what he loves. You’d be a horrible person to deny him that happiness. If you didn’t have obligations of your own, hell… you’d be right out there with him. You can talk about how much you truthfully support him endlessly, but that doesn’t mean his absence has no effect on you.

For a little over two years now, you’ve been happily keeping up with it all. You’re relatively independent, and you get to see him for a week or two every month, at least. He’ll be gone for up to three weeks at a time, part of a travel maximum in his contract. You’re glad for that, but not getting to see him every night beside you leave a sense of loneliness hovering above you.

He always comes back long enough to get the sheets and pillows to smell like him so that when he leaves you can dream on his pillow like he’s still there. You curse him for that.

It hasn’t always been like this, though. He had a full two month break years ago; that’s how you first met him. But he left soon after, (reluctantly) asking you to only be his, and confessing to you his career obligations.

Sometimes you swear it’s like dating a time traveler.

When he’s gone, he always messages you throughout the day like he does when he’s working locally. He calls you every night, never forgetting to tell you how much he loves and misses you. On really long trips, he even sends you hand-written letters, shipping with it the souvenirs he’s collected for you over the weeks.

But sometimes it isn’t enough for you. Sometimes it isn’t even enough for him. But in the end, everything is always okay.

Even when you get into tired arguments built purely on bad time differences and jet lag.

But everything ends up okay.

Everything always ends up okay, because he’s gone to work and you don’t push him. Because he’s got such an exquisite career that you knew will take him places. Because you promise that you understand and want him to be happy. Because you have school and work and chose not to quit and travel with him. 

Honestly, it’s hard to be on the same page with him about the long-distance toll, let alone be on the same map as him.

So when he called you ten minutes ago for his nightly chat, you expected to hear about his exciting day in the romantic city of Paris, to make sure he was doing okay and having a good time.

It’s barely 8am where you are, but it’s 11pm where he is.

You were not, however, expecting to hear about how much he hated being there. You also didn’t ever expect to hear the words that came from the receiver just now.

“You… what?” You ask, your voice withered small. Your brain is electric, making your heart beat heavy against your ribs.  His growing silence is only tearing down the shreds of hope you hold within you, telling you that you’d heard wrong.

“I…” he coughs on the other line, a habit you know he only gets when he’s unsure. “I think we should just break up, Y/N”.

You heard clearly, but it didn’t do anything to clear your mind or strengthen your hopes.

You thought everything was alright, that you were doing good. Were your calls too distracting? Were you being clingy? Did he find someone new abroad, that would follow him wherever he goes?

Such ridiculous thoughts you never knew you kept, seep out. The intensity is causing your hands to shake with the fear of losing him. Conversations like this occur all the time when he’s having a hard time coping with the distance. But he never says that.

To you, he’s a vision of awe; an adventure you always have fun learning about when he’s home. Every time he’s with you, you’d go on fun dates to make up for lost time. Cliche picnic dates, bowling, mini golf, laser tag, the aquarium, all that stuff. He’s comforted you the way you comforted him when the number of miles stretches further between you.

“Today’s been so horrible Y/N, and I can’t help but think about you.”

“Can you just,” you took a deep breath, letting his tone of voice confuse you. “Tell me why?’

He coughs again. “Because you deserve so much better. You need someone that can be there for you at all times. Someone that’s there to take you out every night and show you off. Someone who can take care of you when you’re sick, or cuddle you when you’re stressed and tired.”

You sigh now because he’s slurring a little and you know that he’s drinking. Glasses clink, and a slight murmur of voices that flow through your phone speaker tell you so. His own fears and insecurities show just as much as yours.

“I just wanna be the one to do that for you, so bad. I saw so many couples around town, and it sucks because I can’t be that for you. This distance has been killing me and I feel so guilty for stringing you along.”

“B/N, if I need to, I can take care of myself. I don’t need you to take me out and be stuck to my hip 24/7 to prove that you love me. You telling me all this right now says enough.” You laugh a little, yet tears run down your face.

“But I want to! I miss you, Y/N. So much, right now.”

Your tears are cold, chilling your blood as your resolve weens toward its end. His voice is cracking, and you feel your own frog sit at the bottom of your throat.

“I miss you too, B/N. Maybe it’s you that deserves someone better than me. Someone who can follow you and be there so that you can never feel this way.”

“Don’t even say that, there’s no one I’d rather have”.

“And I can say the same.”

The conversation doesn’t last long after that. You tell him to never even think about leaving you, and he agrees as long as you do the same. You save your tears, knowing that it all ended okay.

But the feeling of worry doesn’t leave you when you end his call with “remember, I love you.”

You only start to calm down when you call in sick at work, telling them to cut you for the next two weeks. Only once you’ve scheduled your flight across the country do you actually feel relief soothing your heart.

One sore neck, a 15-hour time change, and a 13-hour flight later, you were breathing in the air of France. It was just after 10am, yet the jet lag had you a bit frazzled.

Looking around, B/N wasn’t exaggerating when he told you how there were couples everywhere. The city of love was really justly named so, with happy relationships surrounding you.

It’s a sweet sight, but it made your current lack of B/N feel more present.

Once your packed bag is hand, you hail a taxi to speed you over to the convention center. He had a job to work today, as he always told you his schedule. He figured it was a way for you to ‘be there’ and live the moment with him. Except, now, you are actually here.

The building buzzes with patrons. You know it’ll be hard to get to him, but you’d find your way.

Just then, your phone vibrated in your jacket pocket.

From B/N:

Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday. I guess I just got really emotional. I know it’s sprobably late where you’re at, I hope you’re getting enough sleep! I love you.

You smile while looking at it because you’re gonna surprise the heck out of him in a second.

He’s easy to spot in a crowd. His shoulders always fit so nice in his clothes. His hair is perfect as well, cut short just as you remember it. Just a few feet away, you can hear his voice as he speaks to some of his peers.

He sounds different to you.

Turning to the side, you catch sight of his face. He’s dressed so nice, working in such a beautiful city, in a fancy building. However, his eyes are downcast. There are bags under his eyes, and his shoulders are slightly slumped. He looks so bored. With such an adventurous job, you always assumed he was having fun. At least, that’s how he made it sound whenever he called you.

You realize that maybe the strain of miles had affected him just as much as it did you. Stress, loneliness, boredom, and fatigue. He felt it all too.

Holding back your smile proves difficult as you walk the last few feet to him. You stand directly behind him now, and you hold a finger to your lips when his friend notices you.

“Hey,” you say to B/N. “I didn’t travel all the way here just so you can mope around.”

It’s so endearing watching his reaction. It’s a memory you’ll keep forever.

He turns his head first, eyebrows confused because he recognizes your voice. Then you watch as his eyes go super wide when he sees you, his mouth dropping open with an expression you didn’t know he was capable of.

“Hi” you say simply.

He has no words when he scoops you up. He put his hands around you immediately, hugging you tight and spinning you around.

His friend chuckles, seeing B/N light up for the first time in days. B/N’s smile was brighter than the spotlights lining the auditorium, his skin gaining back the color he was drained of just minutes before.

“You! You’re– You! You’re actually here!” His words move just as fast as his hands on your body. It’s like he isn’t sure if you’re actually here with him. He keeps pushing you away to look at your face, just to pull you back into his chest. “H-How? Why? No, forget it, I missed you.” His hugs are so warm and tight.

You’re laughing the whole time this interaction is happening because you share his joy.

“I flew across the country because you were sad. I wanted to visit you and remind you that this is hard work, but we can make it . World travel and all.”

It’s cute because he doesn’t even try to argue, he’s so elated to see you. He just looks at you again, taking hold of your jaw with his hand.

“God, I’m glad you refused to find someone better.”

You laugh; his humor is ridiculous. “Honey, it’s just the distance that sucks. I’ll only ever love you.”

He smiles so wide that it reaches his eyes. He can’t help it, you’re so perfect. He brings your chin closer, greeting you with a kiss. His lips match perfectly with yours, just as they always do. It’s a kiss long awaited, and well-deserved. The sweetness may have gone unnoticed by all the other couples, but to you it was monumental.

Long-distance relationships. It’s like when you have two magnets a foot away from each other; they don’t really function well without the other around. But, if you just tap them a bit closer and a bit closer, they’ll eventually find each other. Then, anybody will have a tough time keeping them apart.

You can’t deny that it’s been a while. Long distance has always been such a pain. But you wanted him to know how much you’ve missed him, so you hold on tighter. It’s been so long since you’ve been in his arms, and you don’t plan to leave them for a while.