BTS Members Reacting To Reader Crying
Hello hi hey, I woke up in the middle of the night to write this... thing? That nobody asked me for? Kay? Cool.
Minor warning: I wrote this with a recent panic attack in mind, so if this triggers anything in you, then please steer clear. It’s all fluff and comfort, but if even gentle, brief description of a panic attack will trigger you, I’d really rather you avoid this and take care of yourself.
OT7 Reactions | It’s all fluff, all of it. | Totally SFW | Drabbles nobody asked for let’s get it.
Kim Seokjin
Jin’s a little panicked when your first tears spring and the shaking starts. He’s never seen you like this, and swallows hard when you reject his touch. You’ve never done that before. He sits close, but not too close, his posture open, turned towards you in invitation and he listens. He listens to your sobs, and keeps his voice gentle when he speaks. You can feel the tension fall out of him when you first reach for his hand. It’s like a dam breaks; he scoops you into him, pressing soft kisses over your tear-stained cheeks. When you start to smile, he laughs. “Ah, no smiling, Y/N, no you’re not allowed to smile right now, don’t you start laughing, this is sad time,” he teases, as, despite the weight on your chest, you begin to laugh. He smooths your hair back from your face, “let’s go make dinner, okay? You’ll feel better when you’ve eaten something.” He watches you cautiously from the corner of his eye as you help him prepare dinner. Once the mist has finally lifted, you tell him you’re doing better, chuckling as his broad shoulders slump with relief. He folds you into him and holds you tight, and the pressure inside of you melts away.
Min Yoongi
Yoongi says nothing but your name, a gentle whisper as he pulls you into him, holding you tight through your sobs. He rocks you slowly side to side, tracing little patterns against your shoulder blade with his fingers and breathes very deliberately, slowly and deeply, his cheek resting atop your head. He waits patiently until your breath begins to sync with his, before asking you if everything’s okay with a kiss to your forehead. He holds your hands tightly while you talk, his gaze soft and filled with love. In this space, you feel completely safe. He waits until you’re calm before leaving briefly to get you some water, pausing at his computer. With a couple of clicks, he has a mellow playlist playing softly over the speakers. He shuts the door, flips the light off and wraps you in his arms, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. You lie there with him, his heartbeat steady and sure beneath your cheek. You allow the music to wash over you, feeling safe, loved and lighter.
Kim Namjoon
You’re in the supermarket when it happens. Namjoon’s smile drops from his face and he’s with you in two paces. He knows the steps, and holds your hands, dipping his head to keep eye contact with you. He gently guides you out the back, thanking an employee with a nod of his head as they let you out the back door. Once you’re outside, Namjoon refocuses your attention on him, and asks you to list five things you can see, four that you can feel, three things you can smell, two things you can hear and one thing you can taste. The inner frenzy eases as you count down, the familiar routine working wonders on your overstimulated mind. Namjoon’s thumbs run a steady course across the backs of your hands until the mist has completely subsided. He gathers you in his arms, refusing to let you go even when you ask him, squeezing all the tighter just so he can hear you laugh.
Jung Hoseok
When the tears begin, Hobi’s quick to wipe them away with gentle hands and a furrowed brow. He wants so badly to understand your pain and to take it away. But he knows that he can’t. When the sobs have lessened, and your breathing is no longer jagged and painful, Hobi’s fingers move to the goofy bracelet he made you for your anniversary. you never take it off. He tells you about every single bead, and laughs when you tell him that the people at work all think a kid made it for you. When you feel strong enough, he leads you to the kitchen, setting your favourite mug on the counter and making up some peppermint tea. He sits on the countertop, pulling you between his legs while he shows you endless pictures of your adventures together. Reliving your best memories fills your heart with light, and when you finally collapse into him, Hobi holds you tight, pressing countless kisses to the crown of your head.
Park Jimin
Jimin, never one to let someone suffer alone, tears up right alongside you, eyes welling up at seeing your pain. He squeezes your hands tightly, whispering “What do you need me to do?” over and over as he smooths your hair back from your face. When you tell him you just need him to be there, he settles right across from you, knees touching. He listens attentively, his hands drawing slow patterns on the insides of your forearms. The touch is so gentle it almost tickles, but it grounds you, and slowly brings you back down to earth. Just feeling him there, the sureness of his knees pressing into yours, his hands, his eyes, wide and watery boring into yours; you feel seen and loved and heard. When your breathing finally slows, he pulls you into his lap, whispering all the things he loves so much about you into the soft skin of your neck.
Kim Taehyung
When you start to spiral, covering your face with your hands because the world is just too overwhelming, you feel two warm hands on yours. You let your hands be gathered in your lap, and open your eyes to Taehyung’s face. He’s the only thing you can see. He raises a hand to your cheek and holds your gaze steadily, and tells you to breathe with him. It’s hard at first, your breath hiccuping in short bursts, but he is endlessly patient, encouraging you to keep trying with a gentle squeeze to your hands in your lap, the thumb of his other hand tracing your cheekbone, wiping at the steady flow of tears. When your breathing finally slows, he chases those tears with his lips, gentle kisses back up to your weeping eyes, huffing chuckles against your skin when you begin to laugh. He nuzzles at your nose and curls you into him, your back against his chest. “I’m always here,” he whispers.
Jeon Jungkook
He melts instantly, falling to his knees on the living room floor, pressing himself between your legs as you sit on the couch with your head in your hands. He pulls your hands away gently, placing them on his own cheeks as he implores you to tell him what’s wrong. He presses kisses to your palms as he listens carefully, swallowing past the lump in his own throat. When your tears have slowed, he stands, pulling you with him. He gathers you in his arms, and begins to dance with you, just a simple sway back and forth. He holds you so tightly, it’s hard to know where you end and he begins. You can hear his steady heartbeat where your head is pressed to his chest, feel the warmth of his hands on the small of your back. You copy his slow inhales and exhales, which tickle at the top of your head, where he’s busy pressing endless kisses.
