#eunsang fluff

! - mild swearing

you never fully understood how quickly a headline could change someone’s life.

when eunsang scrolled through his phone as per his morning routine, he had never expected his world to crumble. he expected new stories from his friends, or someone asking him for the answers to the homework. but not that headline. not the few words that would wreck everything he had put his heart and soul into.

he sat frozen on the edge of his bed as his phone fell out of his hands. his eyes were blanketed with a layer of tears threatening to fall, but he did not have the energy to see them through. he sat there, truly and utterly frozen.

you walked into the room with a smile on your face, hoping to ask him about where you guys should go for breakfast. but when you saw him stilled and his breathing getting heavier, your smile dropped. you rushed to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder on instinct.

“what's wrong? are you okay?”

he didn’t respond. his eyes fixated on the patch of flooring just in front of his feet. eunsang didn’t know what he was feeling, and yet, he was feeling too much at once. anger, confusion, sadness, loss, and hopelessness, all mixing in an ugly mess in the pit of his stomach, shutting down all senses in his body. eunsang felt numb.

after receiving no response from him, you picked up his phone on the bed beside him. on the screen was the soompi article, shouting out that eunsang’s dreams had been shattered. even worse, countless people had liked the article and shown support for it, making your blood boil hot in your veins.

“did they tell you about this first?” 

an anxious heartbeat passed before eunsang responded. it was a slight movement, barely the ghost of a shake, his head nudging itself towards the side before returning, but it was enough to break the both of you.

you pulled him into a hug, gently holding his nape. he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder before moving his hands to your waist to pull you closer. it was only in this position did his eyes release his tears. you felt them, warm and bitter, against your skin. 

they first came in silence, with nothing but eunsang’s heavy breathing to accompany them. but when you placed a hand on his back to reassure him, he broke. a desperate cry emitted from his lips. you felt it vibrate against your collarbone as you pulled him even closer. he cried his soul out for god knows how long, emptying his sadness into your shoulder.

“what the hell,” he whispered desperately after a long time of crying. “what the hell. what’s going on?”

you stroked his shoulder. “i have no idea. have you called them? maybe it’s a mistake.”

eunsang gently shook his head. you felt his hair shift under your chin. “seungwoo-hyung messaged us. said it was real. didn’t wanna read the full message,” he said in between breaths.

your hand came up to stroke his hair, holding the back of his head ever so gently, as if he might break under any pressure. tears began to well up in your own eyes. “i'm so, so, so sorry, eunsang.”

he sniffled, before pulling himself up to look you in the eyes. that’s when you saw his eyes. they were red and puffy, but within those tears, you saw him. he was close to breaking. the pieces of his soul were stitched precariously together, and this piece of news threatened to rip the threads wide open. he was shaky when he spoke, the words weighing down on his tongue.

“y/n, what did i do wrong?”

you broke at his words. the tears came streaking down your face. he thought this was on him. innocent eunsang, who worked harder for this than you had ever seen before, thought that this mess was somehow done by him. it was so screwed up it made your heart ache.

your hand came to caress his cheek. “eunsang, you did nothing wrong. this- this bullshit, it’s all because of some stupid adults who thought all this shit was okay. i hate them so much for it. and all your fans hate them too. but this is not on you, eunsang. not in the slightest bit.”

eunsang sniffled again. “really?”

you smiled at him and nodded your head, brushing a tear away from his cheek. “you deserve better. and you’re going to get it one day.”

eunsang’s shaky face revealed the ghost of a smile, and you had never been more relived. it hurt you so much to see him cry. “really?” he asked, still in disbelief.

you laughed and nodded again, taking his hand in yours. this entire situation was screwed up, and eunsang didn’t deserve any of it. you would burn down that entire building if you good, scream bloody murder as you fought all of them one by one. but you couldn’t. so you hoped that you being here for him would be enough. 

you hoped he knew that we would never be alone. he would still have his fans, and his members. and he would have you, for as long as he walked the earth, and as long as your lungs breathed in air.

“we’ll get through this, eunsang,” you assured him, squeezing his hand, “together.”

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"You're bothering my sleep schedule. Why don't you pay attention to the class instead?" You huffed, stretching your neck.

"I could ask you the same thing." He grinned, holding a pen in between in fingers. Watching him attentively write in a well organized note book, you suddenly realized you hadn't taken any notes.

"Shit!" You half whispered, unzipping your backpack. As you were rummaging through its content, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, I got you." Eunsang said motioning towards his notebook. Analyzing it more carefully, you saw how he had doubled every piece of information, essentially writing a second copy of his notes.

"Oh my gosh Eunsang, thank you so much." You said, relief washing over your body. "You need to tell me how to make it up to you."

"How about a date?" You stared at him, eyes wide. He chuckled at how the color of your cheeks darkened and scribbled down an address on a piece of paper before handing it out to you.

Eunsang: Everyday Boyfriend Things

"hmph.....sweetie I want attention" Eunsang was working on a project that wasn't due until a few days from now, but you know how he gets with school.

"my babygirl wants me to pay attention to her, hm?" He turned around and saw you sitting on his bed with your legs crossed over each other.

"Yes, please?"

"hm, you look cute in my sweater, princess" Eunsang said with a small smirk across his face.

He then leaned down and gave you a small peck on the lips. He tasted like watermelon flavored jolly ranchers.

".....that's it?" You wanted cuddles and kisses not just a small kiss.

"what do you mean that's it? I gave you attention" Eunsang tried to walk away but you grabbed onto his foreawrm to stop him.

"I wants cuddles too~" You whined out.

Eunsang gently tackled you to the bed so you two can cuddle until you fell asleep in his warm embrace.

here it is! I hope you don’t regret it, lol and I hope you enjoy the read instead!

10. he comes to you for... help on tying his tie.

[6:35 p.m.] you’re frantically running around your apartment because you have a handful of chores left but you also need to start getting ready. a friend of yours, hangyul, is throwing a party to celebrate his 20th birthday and he’s doing it at a really fancy restaurant so, you only deemed it appropriate to dress formally, also. he invited you there by 7:30 which meant you needed to leave by 7, which also meant eunsang, your best friend (who you’ve secretly also been harbouring feelings for) should be at your house by 7. “fuck it, I’ll just do everything else when I get home.” you tell yourself and rush to your bedroom to go get ready. you’re surprised because what usually takes you an hour took you 15 minutes today. you cleaned up well for the time that you had. you had just finished applying your lipstick when your doorbell rang. “must be eunsang,” you say, approaching the door. you open it to reveal eunsang, standing there and you scan his appearance. he’s dressed in a long sleeved red dress shirt, and black slacks. his hair is pushed back, and he looks divine. he gives you a smile and waves, “hi. can I come in?” you scold yourself in your head for staring at him for that long and you open the door wider for him to step in.

“you look beautiful, y/n.” he hugs you, arms securing themselves around your waist as you reciprocate the hug by draping your arms around his shoulders. “thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” this brought out nothing but a smirk on eunsang’s face and a cocky, “when am I not?” this earned him a small smack on his forearm and you went to grab your purse, and hangyul’s present. “are you ready to leave?” you hear eunsang’s voice call. “yeah, let me just grab my shoes.” once you are absolutely sure you have everything, you head towards the door, and slip on your heels. and just as you turned the doorknob, eunsang’s hand grabbed your wrist. “wait, can you help me with this?” you turn and see a tie, neatly folded in his hand. “where did you have it?” he smiles sheepishly and says, “it was in my back pocket? and I didn’t put it on because I don’t know how, so I figured I would ask you for help.” aw, how cute, you thought in your head and asked him to give you the tie. he steps in front of you and you realize your drastic height difference doesn’t help in the situation you’re in. as you try to reach up, you fail because you can’t even get the tie around eunsang’s neck. with the both of you laughing at your struggle, you have him bend down a little.

“Do you think we’ll end up like them someday?” The sky looked like strawberry lemonade, a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and pink. You sigh as you snuggle closer to Eunsang’s side, trying to shield your bare legs from the icy wind as you guys venture to this fancy Italian restaurant for Wooseok’s birthday dinner.

“Peaceful, happy, and still deeply in love?” You watch as the old couple, adorably bundled up, crosses the street, hand in hand, and smiling without a care in the world. They looked like a painting against the somewhat empty streets.