You hadn’t meant to snap. Not at them. Never at them. 

But…

It had been five straight days of deadlines, three nights of broken sleep and pain, and a uterus determined to ruin your life, your patience had thinned to the breaking point. 

Everything was too much, overwhelming. You felt so close to just killing the next person that touched you

So when Seungmin asked, “Hey brat, wanna watch something with us later?” with that teasing lilt to his voice, it just... tipped.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood, Seungmin. Jesus, can’t you give me five minutes of peace?”

It wasn’t yelling. But it quite wasn’t fair either. His face fell, just for a second. He blinked, startled, and you immediately regretted everything.

Hyunjin had walked in just in time to catch the tail end of your outburst. He didn’t speak, but the way his gaze softened like he knew exactly what kind of pain you were in made your chest twist worse than the cramps.

The realization just crushed you and you disappeared into your room before you could cry.

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Ten minutes later, the knock came.

Gentle. As if it didn't want to disturb you.

“Y/N?” It was Hyunjin. “Can we come in?”

You wiped at your eyes, even though you weren’t fooling anyone. You cracked the door open just a bit, and found them both standing there. Seungmin with a heating pad and a mug of hot chocolate, Hyunjin with cozy towels folded in his arms and a soft expression on his face.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out before they could speak. “I’m just so… everything hurts, and I’m overwhelmed, and I didn’t mean to be a bitch, I just-”

“Hey,” Seungmin cut in, already stepping forward. “No. None of that. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed. It doesn’t make you mean. It just makes you human.”

He pulled you into a hug, careful, warm, steady, and you melted into it like it was the only thing holding you up.

Hyunjin came up behind you, arms wrapping around both of you, his lips brushing the top of your head. “We just want to help, baby. Let us, okay?”

You nodded, small and tired.

They lead you back to your shared bathroom, fussing quietly like it was second nature. Seungmin helped you undress, while Hyunjin warmed the shower. They moved around you with practiced ease, helping you wash away the grime of the day. Hyunjin lathered your hair and slowly you dozed off. When you blinked back awake, Seungmin was helping you into pjs and into bed. 

Hyunjin grabbed extra pillows. Hyunjin stroked your hair back from your face while Seungmin sat behind you and started rubbing small, slow circles into your lower back with his knuckles.

It felt like heaven.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” Seungmin murmured, voice low and close to your ear. “I like you better silent anyways,” he teased.

“You’re not mad?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“Never,” Hyunjin said, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “We love you. Bad days and all.”

They stayed. Just like that, no pressure, no expectations. Seungmin eventually pulled you onto his chest, a hand splayed protectively across your back, while Hyunjin curled up in front of you, draping a blanket over the three of you. He pressed a kiss to your wrist, then your jaw.

“I’m gonna braid your hair,” he whispered softly, like a secret. “It’s good therapy for me.”

You chuckled weakly, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re weird.”

“You love it,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Unfortunately,” Seungmin deadpanned from beneath you, and you giggled, properly this time, the tight knot in your chest beginning to loosen.

“You’re safe, my love,” Hyunjin said softly, threading his fingers gently through your hair. “You don’t have to be okay right away. We’ve got you.”

And they did.

With steady hands, and unconditional love. 

They had you.