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beomgyu was sitting on the carpet, leaning his back against the couch. his fingers were lightly drumming against his guitar’s strings in an impromtu tune, keeping his humming on the low. the december night was still and quiet, sneaking in its coldness through a window’s slight opening.

a hint of smoke was hanging in the air, and you could hear the wind moving in a gentle breeze, accompanied by the slight rustling of nearby leaves. the candles scattered around the room were the only source of light, besides the bright screen of your laptop, which was constantly shifting colors as you browsed again and again through the infinite tabs you had managed to gather in the past hour.

every now and then, beomgyu would peek through his bangs to steal a few quiet glances at you; he could only see your back from where you were sitting at his desk, but it seemed like you were becoming more and more frantic by the minute- sighing with your head dipping forward, pressing your forehead against your now trembling hands. his eyebrows furrowed with concern at the heavy sigh you let out, followed shortly after by a faint, yet unmistakable sniff- the sound making his humming come to a still. he had been unsure whether to intervene up until that point, knowing just how important this assignment was for you- but he couldn’t bear seeing the stress taking its toll on you any longer.

“come here” the words made a soft escape from beomgyu’s mouth.

hesitantly, your fingers froze in mid-air, hovering over the keyboard. you tried to take in a deep breath to gather yourself slightly before speaking, but the knot in your throat only tightened further. the tears welling up in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by beomgyu- a faint, rather forced smile tugging at your lips as you turned around to him.

“i should finish this first- i don’t know if i can make the deadline” you responded, voice trailing off in doubt as you gave a short look back at your screen.

“you can take a break, it’s okay” he whispered slowly, honeyed voice still using that same soothing tone as before. he placed his guitar on the couch, then softly patted his thighs twice, motioning you to come lie down.

you fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve, twisting it nervously between your fingers as you struggled to decide what to do next- it felt like you had completely emptied out your lungs before you finally let out a defeated sigh. he was right, despite the anxiety-ridden thoughts trying to convince you otherwise- so you chose to join him, carefully sliding down onto the carpet next to beomgyu, letting your head rest on his thigh.

with one hand, beomgyu’s fingers were slowly playing with your hair, brushing away stray strands from your forehead. then, with the other, he was cupping your face, wiping away the tears that quietly started streaming down- you hadn’t even realised you were crying before you felt his thumb caressing your cheek.

“you don’t have to be so strong all the time, you know?” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. the stress in your shoulders was beginning to slowly dissipate as you relaxed into the rhythm of his voice, sinking yourself deeper into his touch.

“others are doing the same thing- yet holding up better than me” you choked out “it makes me feel weak- i hate it” you pressed a hand down your chest, attempting to stop the anxiety from completely spilling out of your body.

beomgyu’s hand left your hair to give yours a tight, reassuring squeeze. then, his face inched closer, rubbing your noses together before placing a tender kiss right on top of your forehead, and two more on both of your cheeks. the warmth of his touch seemed to linger on your face even when he pulled away- he must have felt your temperature rising up through his lips.

“i’m weak when it comes to you, do you hate that too?”

unable to look him in the eyes, you turned to bury your face in his palm, a chuckle escaping past your lips.

“that’s not the same thing” you teased back, pressing a kiss against his skin.

“i know” beomgyu whispered, rosy cheeks visible from the soft candlelight “just wanted to make you smile”

beomgyu was sitting on the carpet, leaning his back against the couch. his fingers were lightly drumming against his guitar’s strings in an impromtu tune, keeping his humming on the low. the december night was still and quiet, sneaking in its coldness through a window’s slight opening.

a hint of smoke was hanging in the air, and you could hear the wind moving in a gentle breeze, accompanied by the slight rustling of nearby leaves. the candles scattered around the room were the only source of light, besides the bright screen of your laptop, which was constantly shifting colors as you browsed again and again through the infinite tabs you had managed to gather in the past hour.

every now and then, beomgyu would peek through his bangs to steal a few quiet glances at you; he could only see your back from where you were sitting at his desk, but it seemed like you were becoming more and more frantic by the minute- sighing with your head dipping forward, pressing your forehead against your now trembling hands. his eyebrows furrowed with concern at the heavy sigh you let out, followed shortly after by a faint, yet unmistakable sniff- the sound making his humming come to a still. he had been unsure whether to intervene up until that point, knowing just how important this assignment was for you- but he couldn’t bear seeing the stress taking its toll on you any longer.

“come here” the words made a soft escape from beomgyu’s mouth.

hesitantly, your fingers froze in mid-air, hovering over the keyboard. you tried to take in a deep breath to gather yourself slightly before speaking, but the knot in your throat only tightened further. the tears welling up in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by beomgyu- a faint, rather forced smile tugging at your lips as you turned around to him.

“i should finish this first- i don’t know if i can make the deadline” you responded, voice trailing off in doubt as you gave a short look back at your screen.

“you can take a break, it’s okay” he whispered slowly, honeyed voice still using that same soothing tone as before. he placed his guitar on the couch, then softly patted his thighs twice, motioning you to come lie down.

you fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve, twisting it nervously between your fingers as you struggled to decide what to do next- it felt like you had completely emptied out your lungs before you finally let out a defeated sigh. he was right, despite the anxiety-ridden thoughts trying to convince you otherwise- so you chose to join him, carefully sliding down onto the carpet next to beomgyu, letting your head rest on his thigh.

with one hand, beomgyu’s fingers were slowly playing with your hair, brushing away stray strands from your forehead. then, with the other, he was cupping your face, wiping away the tears that quietly started streaming down- you hadn’t even realised you were crying before you felt his thumb caressing your cheek.

“you don’t have to be so strong all the time, you know?” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. the stress in your shoulders was beginning to slowly dissipate as you relaxed into the rhythm of his voice, sinking yourself deeper into his touch.

“others are doing the same thing- yet holding up better than me” you choked out “it makes me feel weak- i hate it” you pressed a hand down your chest, attempting to stop the anxiety from completely spilling out of your body.

beomgyu’s hand left your hair to give yours a tight, reassuring squeeze. then, his face inched closer, rubbing your noses together before placing a tender kiss right on top of your forehead, and two more on both of your cheeks. the warmth of his touch seemed to linger on your face even when he pulled away- he must have felt your temperature rising up through his lips.

“i’m weak when it comes to you, do you hate that too?”

unable to look him in the eyes, you turned to bury your face in his palm, a chuckle escaping past your lips.

“that’s not the same thing” you teased back, pressing a kiss against his skin.

“i know” beomgyu whispered, rosy cheeks visible from the soft candlelight “just wanted to make you smile”