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᯽ genre: fluff, established relationship, slice of life
᯽ word count: 2.1k
᯽ summary: when your boyfriend won’t admit he’s scared after playing a new horror video game, yet you can tell from the way he needs to feel you close.
᯽ a/n: um, hello?? it’s been a while everyone omg. i haven’t written in agessss and can confidently say i was (am?) going through my worst writer’s block yet, but streamer guk made an appearance and so did my inspiration lol. if anyone is still here, i hope you enjoy this small piece~
Jeongguk wasn’t someone easily frightened. In fact, he took pride in being one of the most nonchalant among his group of friends when it came to horror media; and he most particularly took pride in the fact that he was the one to bring you comfort whenever you felt uneasy—watching horror films being secretly one of his favourite things to do with you, just because it gave him an excuse to pull you closer to him and reassure you that none of it was real and that, even if it was, he would be there to protect you.
So, when you went out with your friends that evening and Taehyung called him up to play a new horror video game that had just been released earlier that week, he didn’t think much of it. Granted, horror video games weren’t really at the top of his list, since so far not a single one had managed to actually give him chills, but he was willing to give it a try as long as it meant having some quality gaming time with his friend.
Three hours into the game, however, he had jumped on his seat and cursed at the screen more times that he could count—the hostile graphics and the overall dark vibes the game had been built around, managing to scare him like no other had been able to before.
It was interesting, though. Addictive, even. Just enough for him not to be able to turn it off and call it a night no matter how many times he had threatened with doing so after being mercilessly jumpscared over and over.
Entertaining enough for him not to notice his phone lightning up with the text you had just sent him, letting him know you would be home within the next ten minutes.
With the lights of his gaming room being off, the black headphones covering his ears keeping him from hearing anything other than the sinister soundtrack of the game and Taehyung’s uncensored cursing, and a new jumpscare threatening with showing up at any given second, he didn’t feel you come home by the time you had let him know.
So, when he felt two arms wrapping around his neck and someone’s nose lightly nudging his cheek, he did the only acceptable thing anyone could do in that situation.
“Ahhh!” He screamed, taking his headphones off as he pulled away like your touch had just burned him in the most painful of ways. “Fuck!”
You stood there dumbfounded, unable to choose whether you wanted to laugh or to worry about him when his gaming chair hit the wall next to him, as he had violently rolled away in his instinctive attempt to run away from the—apparent—danger.
Clutching his chest, he breathed out in relief when the adrenaline wore off and he realised it was you who had placed their arms around him, and not some sort of evil entity who wanted to vanish him from this world.
“Ah, baby” he whined, throwing his head back and letting out a breathy, shaky laugh, as he was having trouble catching his breath. “Don’t do this to me”.
“Sorry,” you apologised amidst a small giggle, offering him your hand to help him roll his chair back in front of his PC. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I tried talking to you but you wouldn’t hear me”.
He shook his head to let you know it was okay; turning his mic off and placing his headphones on his desk, ignoring Taehyung’s nosy questions before he paused the game and rested his head on his chair—just like that letting you know he was still trying to compose himself.
You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him from behind again—gentler this time. When your chin rested on his shoulder and his hands held onto your wrists, drawing small circles on them, you smiled.
“New scary game?” You asked.
Jeongguk nodded. “It’s not that scary, actually…” he pointed out, having you biting down on your lip not to laugh at him right then. “You just caught me off guard”.
“Sorry, baby” you said again, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Won’t happen again”.
“It’s okay” he smiled sweetly, giggling under his breath when you pressed another one on the same spot, and then tilting his head just enough for your lips to press on his own when you leaned in for the third time. “I’m glad you’re home. What time is it?”
“Just a little past midnight” you let him know, looking down to the time displayed at the bottom of his PC.
“Did you have fun with the girls?”
“Mhm…” you nodded. “We’re all heading to Minie’s now, actually. Turns out we have too much to catch up on”.
“Oh, you’re heading out again?” He felt his heart sink.
“Yeah, I just came here to get that raspberry liquor my sister gifted me. The girls really wanted to try it out” you chuckled.
“Oh, okay” he gave you a small smile. “Have fun”.
“Will do” you pressed one last kiss to his mouth. “I won’t be back too late, you’ll probably still be glued to your PC when I do”.
Although he laughed lightly at your playful remark, he knew he fucked up the moment you closed the door behind you, leaving him all alone in the dark room, where the only light allowing him to tell a few things apart came from the game showing a blood stained room on the screen.
He felt way too uneasy to stay another second alone in there. So, letting Taehyung know he was calling it a night, he turned it off for once and for all—dying to run out of the room the moment the screen went pitch black and so did the room, yet walking out of there with a steady, non-urgent pace. He could still hear you in the apartment and he most definitely didn’t need you to know he was about to shit his pants because of a stupid video game he had been playing for three hours straight.
Relieved over the fact that the living room’s light was turned on, he walked over to the kitchen, where he could hear you rummaging through one of the top cabinets in search of the sweet liquor you had mentioned.
“Here, let me” he mumbled next to you—hand faintly resting on your lower back out of pure habit while he reached up to grab the pink bottle you were having trouble getting to.
“Thank you, baby” you cooed when he handed it to you.
Turning around to place it in your bag, you intended to head out right away, but were stopped by two arms snaking around your waist. Not ever dreaming of complaining, you let your boyfriend pull you to his chest before he could nuzzle your neck and place a few soothing pecks on your sensitive skin.
It was kind of crazy, how just holding you in his arms made him feel so safe.
“What’s wrong?” You asked after a minute, when you realised he had no intention of letting go of you just yet.
“Nothing” he was fast to reply—maybe too fast. “Can’t I love you for a little before you go?”
You chuckled, securely placing your hands on his. “You sure I’m gonna be allowed to go?”
“Yah,” he called you out, yet still wouldn’t lose his hold on you. “I’m not holding you hostage or anything”.
This time, you laughed wholeheartedly, resting your head on his chest and looking up at him lovingly. Watching the small pout on his pretty lips was all you needed to make up your mind. “I can stay, if you want me to”.
He perked up at that. Of course he wanted you to.
“But your girls night…” he reminded you, however.
He might’ve been scared, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to ditch your plans just like that in order to comply with his wishes.
You shook your head, with a soft smile letting him know he didn’t need to worry about that. “We can reschedule”.
When he didn’t look too sure about it, you undid his hold on you and turned around to look at him—feeling him give in to your touch when you tenderly cupped his cheeks.
“I’ll just tell them my boyfriend needs me here, they’ll understand”.
He scrunched his nose, leaning in to rest his forehead on your shoulder as a whine came out of his mouth. “They’re gonna think I was just horny”.
You cackled at his shameful remark, digging your fingers in his hair. “Wouldn’t be the first time” your words got him playfully pinching your hip—another small whine reaching your ears right as he did. “I can always just tell them you were playing a scary game and don’t feel like being alone at home now”
“I guess being horny isn’t that bad…” he gave up, earning another laugh from you as he straightened up to look at you. “I’m not scared though”.
“Didn’t say you were” you smiled cynically, getting a glare from him.
And he truly wasn’t. He just felt like following you into the living room the next second and staying glued to you while you called your friends to let them know you wouldn’t be coming that night anymore. He also just felt like following you into the bathroom later and keeping you company while you got ready for bed. He, too, just felt like brushing his teeth in your shared bedroom while you changed into your pajamas, and then leaving the bathroom’s door open when he headed back in to finish getting ready for bed as well.
He just felt like doing all those things all of a sudden. No ulterior motives were needed for it.
However, when you were lying in bed and he turned the lamp on his nightstand off, and instead of scooting closer to spoon you like he always did, he reached for your arms and pulled you closer to him as he turned his back to you, you could no longer play along with him.
“What’s so funny?” He wondered when he felt your chest slightly tremble against his back.
You shook your head no, scooting even closer to him as you pressed a lingering kiss to the back of his shoulder and embraced being the big spoon for once. “You’re so cute”.
“Just… you know, for a change” he incoherently mumbled.
“Oh, definitely” you did your best to play along once again. “So what was the game actually about?”
“It was just a generic horror game…”
“Yeah but, like, was it too graphic, or did it have to do with ghosts, or…”
“There wasn’t that much blood or anything,” he recalled. “But yeah, it did have to do with demons and just… jumpscares and stuff”.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “The supernatural and jumpscares don’t usually work on you, though”.
“Exactly,” he agreed, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what happened tonight”.
This time, you couldn’t help but chuckle playfully. “Must’ve been since I wasn’t home to protect you”.
He chuckled as well, looking for your hand and intertwining your fingers before he brought it up to his chest. “Yeah, must’ve been it”.
“I’ll make sure to kick any demons that try to get you tonight,” you reassured him. “You can sleep soundly”.
“Oh, no, if any demons get inside I’m protecting you for sure” he pointed out, and you knew he meant it. “But just… don’t let go tonight”.
You felt your heart melt at his soft spoken plea.
“I’m not letting go any other night either, Guk” you promised, tightening your hold on him and nuzzling his nape—feeling him relax under your touch. “Next time you play a scary game, just let me know and I will hold you through the night”.
“Oh, I’m not playing any more horror games from now on”.
You laughed under your breath—knowing him too damn well to believe a single word from that sentence, yet still pressing one last kiss to his skin and drawing small circles on the back of his hand. You didn’t stop until you felt his breathing slow down and soft snores come out of his mouth. Even then, you didn’t let go of his hand through the entire night.
And one week later, when you heard Taehyung call him up to play the very same horror game that got him feeling so uneasy that night, you were true to your word—waiting for him wide awake in bed and opening your arms for him when he quietly crossed the door later that night, craving your presence as a whole and to feel safe in your arms one more time.
September 21, 2020 - Ron Cobb, best known for being the production designer for several major films, has died at 83 years of age. Cobb brought to life several cantina creatures for Star Wars (1977) and came up with weaponry and sets for Conan the Barbarian (1982), the exterior and interior of the Nostromo ship in Alien (1978) and the earth colony complex in Aliens (1986), and the DeLorean time machine in Back to the Future (1985).
More interestingly, to me at least, is that in the 1960s and 70s he was a great radical political cartoonist, and sadly, many cartoons of those days are still just as relevant today. A small selection:
Rest in Peace, Ron Cobb. Find more of his cartoons here: http://roncobb.net/cartoons.html
Sweet fat babes (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) You’re allowed to be held, kissed, cuddled, touched, spoiled with pleasure. You can keep the lights on, take up space, enjoy every position, and walk proudly hand-in-hand with someone who adores you. You deserve love & affection in every way, at any size
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