#monstax reader insert

You reached the end of the hall, stumbling through the dark from abandoning pressing a lightswitch, physically and mentally exhausted from a week at the office.

You loved being a journalist, lived the words in your articles, researched intently until the dawn clock broke and your head gave into sleep for you. But genuinely, you’d been spending one too many nights hanging outside a corrupt business’ doors, and though you had managed to record a somewhat-confession from an executive, you’d worked yourself to the bone. Limbs felt as if they were being personally dragged by gravity to the ground, dark circles had physically indented into your skin beneath your eyes, which glazed over even at the most inopportune times - but you couldn’t help it.

You swung the door open with a trip, entering your bedroom to the sight of an empty carpet. Blinking, you write the missing socks and shirts off as your imagination being sleep-deprived. You threw off your jacket and discarded it over the desk chair before coming to the edge of your bed.

Suddenly you caught a giggle. Then, the covers briefly flew back to reveal a small face dominated by a huge grin. Even in your mentally shattered state, your own smile - tainted with surprise -drifted onto your lips. “Minnie?”

“Hi!” he greeted cheerfully, staring up at you with eyes bright. “Good day?”

You nodded, but it came out as more of a slight bow of the head, as you powered around. “Did you tidy up?”  He nestled the side of his head into the pillow with a little hum of confirmation. “You didn’t have to,” you insisted with a tired sigh, but you couldn’t help but let your heart warm at his assistance.

“No! Don’t worry! I chose to do it, and now you have one less thing to worry about! Everything can be found now,” he paused, “at least, I hope I did a good job and that you can still find everything.”

After attempting to laugh, only to find yourself struggling to work up the energy to even use your vocal chords, you attempted to drag the covers away so you could get in bed. Only then did you find yourself struggling to lift the weighted blanket too. Luckily Minhyuk seemed to be prepared and immediately pulled it back, allowing you space to slump onto the mattress. 

As soon as your head was cushioned by the pillow, your eyes snapped closed while you exhaled - long, and shaky, but satisfied.

“You always do a good job, Min,” you mumble as reassuringly as you could manage.

Whilst you settled into bed, he shuffled himself closer to you. As your noses brushed, he hushed an apology, lilted with a tiny chuckle.

His eyes softened at your face, watching it relax from a stern focused frown to an expression of peace. You were just too beautiful for him to cope sometimes, and he always ended up giggling like a nervous schoolboy when he thought for too long about how you were his, and he was yours. He squeezed the edge of the blanket too try and still himself, pressing his own face further into the pillows. His smile gleamed as he caressed a thumb over your cheek, only to brighten further when you inclined your head into his palm.

”Sleep well, angel,” he whispered, planting a chaste kiss onto your temple.

And letting that hand fall to your waist, he embraced you lightly, leaving you to ebb into the tranquil embrace of sleep.

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AN: I feel like I usually do better than this but oh well. Thanks for reading!