𐙚⋆.˚ loving you is exhausting
𐙚 in which you get in an argument with the teamies and they say some not so nice things
𐙚 masterlist | taglist | requested? yes!
𐙚 warnings - established relationships, idol teamies, mean words, arguments, hurt/comfort bcs writing heart aching angst hurts my soul, 5/9 teamies bcs i was too lazy to write the rest of em
𐙚 a/n: this took me a minute to write but this helped my fear of writing angst... i hope its everything you wanted and more anon !!
𐙚 koga yudai
you knew kei was exhausted from preparing for the upcoming comeback. it was going to be their biggest one, and yudai always wanted to work his hardest to make sure not just himself was perfect but everyone else was as well. he told you and reassured you that even if he was upset, or tired, when he got back home that it wasnt your fault, and that just being around you made him feel better. and today was no different. he'd come home a little later then usual from practice but it wasnt unexpected. he just wanted to take a shower and sleep. and thats what he had started doing, until after he stepped out of the shower. "yudai, you have to eat something." your voice, quiet, but stern, called out. he just sighed, not having the energy to even speak. your hands found the sides of kei's figure, wrapping around his waist as his head hung low and his hands gripped the sides of the sink. "can you not." it wasnt loud, not snappy or cold. just sad. "i'm just trying to take c-" "just right now, loving you is exhausting. i just need to be alone." he said, still in the original position he was standing in. except now your arms werent holding him. they were holding yourself. you knew he wasnt saying this out of spite, or to hurt you. he was just tired. but it hurt. hearing the person you loved the most telling you that you were too much to be loved at this moment. lip trembling as you held back tears. "okay." is all you could muster out. stepping away, leaving the bathroom as you headed to your shared bedroom. collecting your things. you knew it was probably a little overdramatic, but he wanted to be alone. who were you to not give him what he wanted?yudai realized what he'd done. that what he'd said hurt. even if he didnt mean the words that came out of his mouth, he still felt horrible. "baby.. i'm so sorry, please dont leave me." yudai's eyes glazed over, his lip now trembling as he knelt down on the ground in front of you. palming your calves as his forehead rested against your knees. "i dont want,,,, i dont need to be alone.. i just need to be with you, you always make me feel better. i'm so sorry i didnt mean anything i said." you could feel his wet tears against your legs, he was shaking as he gripped your legs tight, scared you'd walk away, scared you'd leave him. meeting yudai on the floor, you pulled him into a deep hug. leaving kisses all over his cheek, ear, and neck. "i'm not gonna leave you, yudai. i'm here... i'm here." small sobs still coming from kei as you pet his hair, calming him down. "i love you so much." he whispered before drifting off in your arms.
𐙚 murata fuma
"fuma you need to talk to me!" "i am! we're talking right now!" communication with your boyfriend recently has been choppy. he's been at the dorms more than home and in the practice room even more. you barely have time to even say hello to eachother, and you know its not either of your faults. but it feels like you've just hit a brick wall. "this isn't talking, this is arguing." "well i feel like every conversation we've had for the past two months has been just an argument." "you're right." it was exhausting, for the both of you. the upcoming comeback was weighing on not just him but you as well. knowing he wasnt going to even be in the same country as you for who knows how long, you hadnt been apart for that long before and you didnt know what was going to happen. sleepless nights without fuma in your bed, thinking about your relationship and how it was going to survive this. you've gone through so many other hardships and have come out strong but this felt different. like something bad was going to happen, it was your gut feeling but you didnt want to trust it. you wanted to just have the love of your life back. all the thoughts running through your head at once. it was overwhelming, too much for you to handle. you could feel the tears start to well up. you didnt want to cry, not now, not in the middle of whatever this was. "whats going to happen fuma." voice cracking, holding back tears. "whats gonna happen when you're overseas? you've already been so distant, i just.. i just dont want to loose you." tears finally shedding, falling down your face as your lip quivered. he just shook his head. "i dont know." is all he said, barely a whisper, but you still heard. did he not want to fight for the relationship? did he not want this as badly as you did? legs giving out, feeling weak as you slumped on the couch. hunched over, face in your palms as you cried. losing fuma would break you. more then you'd already been. then you felt it. his warmth enveloping you. strong arms wrapping around your body that'd been shaking. "i cant lose you either. you're everything to me." your arms finally wrapping around his body as you cried into his shoulder. his hands rubbing up and down your back, soothing you. murmuring how much he loves you while kissing your temple. maybe it would be okay.
𐙚 wang yixiang
you honestly had no clue what was going on. nico had come home in a bad mood. you assumed it was something to do with being at the studio all day so you tried to make him feel better. ask him what'd been bothering him and if there was anything you could do to help and he just brushed you off. not even responding to your questions. not even a look at you. you'd decided to give him space because that's obviously what he wanted. but it'd been almost two hours he'd been home and he hadnt spoken a single word to you. "nico, seriously, please tell me what's bothering you. maybe talking about it will make you feel better?" "right now you're the one bothering me, just leave me be." yeah, that stung right to your core. just wanting to be there and help your boyfriend made you annoying? your lips tightened into a thin line before just walking away without a word. not wanting to 'bother' him anymore. sure it was petty, maybe he didnt mean it, maybe he just had a bad day. but there was no reason to take it out on you. you sat on the couch after leaving your shared bedroom —where nico had been camping out— and just turned on the tv and started watching your show. paying no mind to how nico had just treated you. if he was going to act like a baby he can be treated like one. then your head started racing. what if you'd actually done something to upset him? what if you were bothering him? picking at your nails and staring blankly as your mind spun. before you even realized you felt arms wrap around you. looking over and seeing nico's head burried in your neck as he breathed you in. "i didnt mean it, you dont bother me ever, thank you for worrying about me baby." he hummed into your collarbone. a giant sigh of relief came out of you before your arms wrapped around nico, fingers running through his hair. "its okay, i know,,,, never speak to me like that ever again though or else you'll be sleeping on the sidewalk." "yes ma'am."
𐙚 asakura jo
you and jo never got into arguments. i mean never. not even over a food place. you were just always in sync and just knew what each other always wanted. jo'd gotten home particularly late one night. you always would stay up late —even if you'd had work that day— to greet him and so you could go to bed together. you were waiting and waiting.... and waiting. and nothing. you'd even texted him asking if he was going to get home late, and no answer. just left on delivered. you sighed, giving up for the night as the clock read 2:00 am, you'd just see him in the morning, or at whatever ungodly time he climbed into bed with you because you werent a particularly heavy sleeper. while gathering your things to move into your bedroom you heard the lock on the door click and the door creak open. you watched as your boyfriend's tall frame slide through the door, closing it behind him. after looking at him for a moment, you continued grabbing your things. "not even a hello?" "not even a text you wouldnt be home until 2 am? i'm not playing that game jo. goodnight." is all you said before going to your shared bedroom. you didnt expect him to follow you. "whats your problem?" "are you actually serious right now? i texted you like ten times and you just left me on delivered. you could've been dead on the side of the road for all i knew." you continued getting ready for bed as you ranted to him, about himself. he just scoffed and shook his head. "do you seriously think you're not in the wrong here? a text would've been nice. i have work in the morning you know." "i never asked you to stay up for me." "you dont have to jo.. i always do. i do it because i love you and i want to see you before my day ends." "well loving you is exhausting sometimes." that stopped your whole world. your heart dropping to your stomach,, or maybe it jumped out of your throat? you couldnt tell at this point. you just stared at him. blank. emotionless. while all of the emotions that werent showing on your face, went crazy on the inside. the man you loved just told you that being with you was exhausting. "just go. you shouldn't have even come back home." you sighed out, eyes finally breaking, all the emotions that you were trying to hold back, spilling out as you pushed him out of your shared bedroom. closing the door, and locking it. choked sobs leaving you as you slid your back down the door. jo on the other hand. didnt even realize what he'd said. he was just talking out of his ass. he wanted to be in the right so bad —even if he knew he wasnt— that he wouldve said anything in that moment. he could hear your cries from the other side of the door. all he wanted to do was kick it down and hug you. tell you that he didnt mean it and that he was wrong and he should've texted. but he couldnt. he just sat there. on the other side of the door, listening as you cried. eventually the cries stopped. but he could still see the shadow under the door. he knew you were still there. "please, open the door." he whispered, just loud enough to if you were awake, you'd hear him. and you did. the lock clicked, and you shuffled away from the door. staying on the ground, not having enough energy to get up. jo on the other hand, rushed in, not giving it a second thought before seeing your hunched over figure on the ground. immediately enveloping you in his arms. "i'm wrong, i was wrong. i should've texted you, i shoulda told you i was going to be home late, im so sorry. and you're not exhausting, you're everything to me." jo word vomited out, trying to say everything he was thinking for the past —what felt like— eternity. sniffles and more tears came from you, jo's warmth felt so good, even if you didnt fully forgive him. "please dont cry, i hate knowing that i made you cry. i love you so much."
𐙚 maus riki
the week of your period was always the hardest. on the worst days, the pain would physically debilitate you, not being able to stand without your uterus feeling like it was ripping out of you. maki was always there to help. always bringing your favorite snacks and herbal teas. always there with a heating pad and a smile to tell you everything was going to be alright. well,, almost always. it was different. today was just,, off. is what it felt like. maybe he was just having a rough day. or maybe it was the upcoming comeback that was stressing him out more than usual. but he was distant, still there, but distant. not even a hand on yours or a sweet smile. not that you expected it, he always helped out of the care in his heart for you, not because you asked. but without his help, for some reason, you felt empty. it wasnt his job to help you but you still appreciated it so much and it felt like a loss when he didnt. "maki,, can you pass me-" "i'm not your arrand boy you know." he snapped, it was quick, a short quip that stung you in your core. leaving your jaw dropped. you always felt bad when maki went out of his way to help you, always telling him how he didnt need to and that he was too sweet to you. that just made you feel 10 times worse.. did he always feel like that whenever he helped you? like you were taking advantage of him? "i.. i'm sorry." is all you could muster out, bringing your knees into your chest on the couch that had been laid out on maki's thighs. now on complete opposite sides of the couch, you sat divided. "yn.. i didnt-" "no its okay, you did." you just got up walking away to your bedroom, not wanting to be around him. maki on the other hand was racking his brain to find out why he'd even said that. he loved helping you. it made him feel like the best boyfriend ever when he saw the smile on your face when he handed you your favorite snack. he was just stressed out and he took it out on you when he didnt mean to. he ended up following shortly after you to your room. the door was closed and he didnt want to intrude. a gentle palm against the door before he called out your name. "please let me in." he sighed out. he was willing to stand there and wait all night if necessary. but the door cracked open, creaking as it slowly opened. maki met with your sad face as you looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. his hands instantly cupping your cheeks bringing your face up so his eyes could meet yours. "i didnt mean it, i love being your arrand boy." "like that makes me feel any better." maki smiled at the cute pout that enveloped your face. his arms wrapped around you in a comforting hug. "i'm sorry, just been really stressed recently, i didnt mean to take it out on you. please keep asking me to do stuff for you, it makes me feel like the best boyfriend ever."
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