#sighhhhh rattles the bar of my enclosure

[bombuni]

contains: jongho x reader, comfort, implied depressed!chronically ill!reader

Jongho’s pace quickens as he reaches your familiar hallway. His feet seem to know the way by now, as his mind is completely locked onto you and not where he’s walking. Still he finds himself in front of your sweet, perfectly ‘you’ welcome mat. His muscle memory follows what he’s done a hundred times, taking the keys you’d given him months ago and unlocking your front door.

It’s oddly silent inside your apartment. Usually it’s filled with your energy, which seems to infiltrate everything you come into contact with. Including Jongho. He walks further in, knocking on the door of your bedroom. He sees a bundle of blankets sat in the middle of your bed and he figures it’s you sulking. Imagining your body smothered by all the fabric makes him smile.

Jongho slides onto your sheets next to you, trying to bring his arm around the pounds of fabric surrounding you, “Hey,”

He feels you shift and finally your head pops out of the makeshift cocoon. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re still in your pajamas. There’s a pang in Jongho’s heart that always seems to hit when he’s with you. It’s familiar, and he knows it’s that same urge he has to make sure you never have to lift another pretty finger again. It’s not possible to bend the laws of everything, but he thinks if he tries hard enough, he can cater the world to your every need. He’ll try.

You plop your head onto his shoulder, “Hey,”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo, “Bad day?”

You look up at him with the saddest eyes and he can’t help but coo at you, “Jjong, I haven’t even gotten out of bed today,”

He hums, “Mmm, s’okay, I only got dressed to see you,”

He turns to look at you when he hears you laugh, hoping to catch a glance of the smile he sees in even in his dreams. You raise your arm to let him into your cocoon and he scoots in, moving you so you’re comfortably in his lap. He wraps the blankets back around the two of you, letting you curl in and forget about everything else.

“But I’m like this all the time,” you mutter after a beat of silence, “Doesn’t it suck we have to live for like 80 more years?”

He knows that it does and will continue to ‘suck’ for you. What with needing constant medications just to function, and he’s seen how ‘low’ your ‘lows’ can get. But, he likes to remind you that he’s always been the one to bring you back up. He’s handed you every brick you’ve used to build yourself.

“No,” Jongho thinks for a moment, “‘Cause I get more time to take care of you.”

You turn to look at him with a cheeky smile, ready to tease him but he shuts you up with a roll of his eyes, “Be quiet.”

You lean into him, giggling as he pretends to smother you in his arms, “I wasn’t going to say anything!”

Jongho grumbles something about ‘ruining his reputation’ but you can’t really hear over the sound of your laughter. His hoodie smells like cinnamon and his perfect brown hair falls into your eyes. It’s a nice day, but you’ll spend it inside with your boyfriend.

bom note: i love how i JUST said i wasn’t going to post .. im not sorry bc there is a criminal lack of jongho fics in this world and he’s literally my tiny squishy bear