#why be a psychologist when you can just be treated like royalty by mingyu

[gyuscoquetteribbon]

screaming into my arm rn!!!!! actually, fuck that, im eating my own arm bye i can't do this anymore

thinking about how mingyu would go out of his way to help you deal with a particularly intense migraine.

his main goal is to remain as quiet as he possibly can, making sure that the drawers don’t close too loud or that no sound is leaking from his headphones. he only allows himself to make a little noise to bring you a steaming cup of ginger tea, which he lovingly prepared after asking minghao what kind of herbs were best for migraines.

he reads dozens of online articles on how to relieve the pain, and you’re benefitting from everything all at once: lights off, cold compresses on your neck, temples massages… even acupressure points on your hands, which he gets very serious about, following tutorials to the letter.

you end up falling asleep after almost an hour, soothed by the calming environment he’s created for you. and although he’s kept massaging you for a few minutes, he eventually shifts his weight to the edge of the bed, ready to get up and leave you alone to rest. but he’s held back by your arm sluggishly wrapping around his waist as you pull him back to bed.

“can you stay a bit longer?” you ask, “you’re comfy”

and although you can barely make out his features in the dark, you just know that a fond smile is lighting up his face.

“of course i can” he tells you, leaving a kiss on top of your head before lying down to let you cuddle him the way that feels right for you. his hand finds its way back to your head, and you let yourself be lulled back to sleep by his fingertips tracing curvy patterns on your scalp.