#yes!!! i notice the most comfortable range for me to write a day is 700-1000

[tvx6000]

inevitable contentment

genre : fluff, slight angst, comfort

pairing : seungmin x fem!reader

warnings : anxiety, overstimulation

wc : 700

t-note: i honestly hate this fic, i feel like it makes no sense and is kinda corny, but it's still worth posting ig. again, my writing has gotten better i swear!!! this is probably over a year old, and completely self indulgent. anywho, i'd appreciate any feedback you have, enjoy cuties! (btw, a rotring is a cool pencil!!! just 4 context, i just love them lol)

1:22 pm

honestly…. you had never known u could be so aware of so many things before. the way that butterfly shaped group number swung gently as it hung above the desks. the discarded rotring 600. 0.5- i mean who would just throw away a perfectly good black and red rotring??  

and although you could spend hours pondering on how someone could be so careless and stupid to throw away SUCH… a good pencil. though deep down, you knew that this wasn’t real. i mean yeah you were definitely in your 4th period mythology class and there was DEFINITELY a perfectly good S tier pencil laying on the ground diagonal from you but, this wasn’t the real reason your brain was going 1000 miles per minute. i mean that doesn’t even qualify as a real reason to be so hyper aware and anxious but really, the itch you had to get up and grab that pencil was this close to sending you into an aneurysm. 

but before you could begin to work up the courage, that bittersweet sound of the school bell rang. signaling it was time for lunch. 

you swiftly grabbed all your things and left, sending a sweet smile toward your teacher on the way out.

as you made your way through the halls, you contemplated bailing. you knew the minute you saw him everything in you, whatever it was, would come crashing down and you’d end up crying into his chest for the entirety of lunch. again.

but you knew better than that. you knew that the minute you didn’t show he’d start blowing up your phone and searching all over for you and someway, somehow, he’d find you. so with a deep sigh, you continued your trek toward the empty orchestra room.

upon your arrival, you could already feel the lump in your stomach. slowly climbing its way up your esophagus, soon to find its home in your throat. but it's already long forgotten as you see that gorgeous head of black hair. almost instantaneously you feel a comforting warmth fill your chest. 

you shuffle foot to foot, waiting for him to notice you’re there. although the manga he’s reading seems to have quite the interesting plot.

then, as if he could sense you waiting, his head whipped around. jesus, is he okay? looks like he almost got whi-

“oh my goodness”

he shot up giddily and started walking toward you

oh boy here comes the waterworks

your face contorts into an awkward look as you try to keep the last of your dignity to yourself just this once, but that no longer matters anymore as he wraps his arms around your waist and beams you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hi sweetness”

he says in the most gentle voice you could’ve ever imagined

but now, your brain begins to focus a little less on the pretty boy in front of you and a little more on the ache in your throat as you let out a watery,

“hi”

seungmin immediately leaned back to see if he could catch a glance of your face but you could feel the tears about to drop, and you couldn’t handle anymore embarrassment right now

“what’s wrong baby? what happened”

you simply shook your head in response, knowing you’d let out an ugly sob if you tried talking. 

“cmon sweet girl look at me, tell me what’s wrong”

you sniffled sharply, desperate for the tears to stop,

“nothing minnie, just a bad day..”

he then wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, moving one up to your head,

“i know that’s not it babe but i won’t push you, you wanna eat and read with me?”

you sniffled one last time before nodding,

“yes please.”

he pulled away but kept a hand on your head and moved it down to the back of your neck, bringing his thumb around to stroke your cheek

squeezing with only a bit of pressure, he quietly grunted

“ugh i just love you so much”, he mumbled with feigned irritation

you let out a small laugh and grabbed his wrist to pull him toward the chairs he had previously made himself comfortable in,

“come on im starving”

he looked at you with raw adoration in his eyes, 

“alright baby let’s go.”