Could u please do an enha fic (Drabble/one shot) with any of hyung line. Featuring a reader struggling with money problems, and always working- and what u think they would do pls xx
I hope you like it and sry for taking so long, it's Jay but my mind keeps drifting to jw I can't help it π he's giving "depend on me" vibes lately it's killing me, this is just fluff and conversational and comforting.
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You were his typical strong independent girly, everyone is nowadays but you went too far building your walls and polishing them, the first year in the company you were depressed, you didn't try and know anyone, the second year he noticed that you look like you had some evil fog brushed away from you, you smiled more, you were mute less, by the end of the year you grew comfortable with him and his trustworthy trio group, Emily, Silver and him.
You let them hang out in your apartment and that was the night you decided they're your good people in that place.
You showed personality with them more than you ever thought you could.
Jay was always taking care of you, even when you don't ask, even when you promise you don't need help, he moved more like a gentleman and made your heart flutter many times.
It's a monday and you get inside the lockers room to "get a spoon to have lunch". You thought no one was there so you opened the door for the tears you've been holding on to come out.
You had a shity day that reminded you of how hard it was to coexist with society, dealing with people is so hard, existing with people is so hard.
Except he's there, smiling at you because the tears haven't come out yet but the door is already opened and there's no going back.
You smile and immediately look away.
But he sees it, he tries to be busy with whatever's on his hand but he keeps checking on you facing him with your back thinking how to walk out of the door without showing your face.
He catches your sniffle.
"Hey, you okay?"
Shit.
You can't talk back because you'll sound like a dying seadog.
You poke the inside of your hand with your thumb so hard it almost bleeds in attempt of holding everything in but it all comes out like a wave.
Your shoulders are trembling.
He walks towards you, a tissue in his hand giving it to you.
His hand sits hanging in the air before you finally decide to take it.
You're facing your locker and he's facing your sad side profile.
"Ugh it's just... It's hard"
"I never knew it was this hard.." he's looking eyes wide at you "... you rarely complain"
"it's just.. sometimes I feel like this job will break me if i don't just stop it right there and then but I still can't do that so I just feel like I'm suffocating every single minute, and when I think that it would've been way easier if I was more chill and good with people I feel like it's my fault and I don't get to quit or complain.." you say taking so much courage to word it out loud.
"it's not your fault come on, give yourself a little grace"
"I don't know anymore..."
"did anyone say anything"
"it's a long story, it's no one's fault either that's why it's complicated"
You orient your body through the door thinking it's time to go back to lunch but he holds you still then pushes you to his chest.
"where are you going, cry a little more"
Your arms are around the space of his waist not quite catching it.
"I can do this right?"
You nod.
He hugs you properly in response.
"I know you're used to being in pain and brushing it off but I wanna help you change that, would you let me?"
"I don't even know if that's the right thing to do"
You murmur.
"Trust me, it is"
"how do you know"
"you can't see yourself from the outside, but I can, and it's so painful, why do insist on such a painful way of living, try something else, it might work"
"who's gonna pay rent if I quit"
"come live with me"
The words really did leave his mind, because you doubted that it did when he responded instantly, unhesitatingly, like he was waiting for this exact question.
You don't know how to respond so you scoff, as if it was a joke.
"I'm being serious"
So now we're hugging, and right after that we're planning to live together, what kind of platonic relationship is this?
That's what goes through your mind primarily.
Second, you are NOT changing for another man.
You pull away shaking the mood off.
"Jay... I was not trying to get help when I said that"
"I know" he says very precisely "I really do... But I needed to let you know you do have an option"
You look at him and for the first time it doesn't look like abuse and you find yourself wanting to believe him, wanting to lean somewhere.
"Thank you really, I'm not trying to be rude to your offer, it's just, too much..."
"you have forever to think about it"
"Ok" you whisper back, still making eye contact from under your lashes, he reaches your eye and squeeze the trapped tear out of it.
"it doesn't suit you..."
"what"
"sadness"
Your eyes wonder around awkwardly.
He takes a step closer trying to get rid of all evidence of your tears.
He bends his knees for a second.
"look at me" he scans your face, you forget how to breath" you're good".
Everything seemed to work in favor of making you fall for him, you're in a danger zone but it somehow feels safe enough under the warmth of his thumbs and hugs.
