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(A/n: Guess who's back! Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know this has been the year I've taken the most breaks, but school, my health, and family issues have popped up a lot this year, so I really do appreciate you all waiting for my return! Anyways, thank you so much for 126k reads! I hope you all have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈✨💕)

Requested by: @DammyDamian

Song: "What Do Normal People Do When They Get Sad" by Monty Datta

• The comeback was amazing! I loved every song so much!! •
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M/N's P.O.V.

"Honey, I'm here for you." The words slipped off my lips almost as familiar as the burgundy walls that surrounded us. "Everything will be alright." I gently rubbed his back as his head rested on my shoulder, his body sitting on my lap.
"You sure?" He asked, his deep voice coming out in a hushed tone. I nodded, moving some of his blueberry-looking hair out of his eyes.
"Just try and relax, everything will go according to plan. The comeback will be amazing!" I smiled, leaning back a bit to let my slightly aching back touch the charcoal couch. "Plus, you all worked extremely hard on the album... People always love things when they're filled with pure passion." He moves his head slightly, angling it, so he would be able to look at me more clearly.
"Thank you." He whispered, his long, bony fingers fiddling with the material of my darkish orange sweater. "I don't know what I would do without you." I softly laughed, running my fingers through his soft hair.
"You would be just fine without me," I assured him, his frown deepening at my words. "You'd still be the amazing man you are today even if I had never appeared in your life." He abruptly lifted his head off my shoulder and sat up on my lap, turning himself towards me.
"Don't say that." He began, cupping my face. "Don't you dare even think that for one millisecond. It's not true one bit." I stared at him, still surprised by his sudden actions and words. My mind went blank and I couldn't seem to fathom the words that he had spoken.

We seemed to stare at each other for hours, but in reality, it had only been a few minutes.
"Why?" The words finally slipped off my tongue and into the air, killing the silence.
"I'm so glad to have you in my life." He stated, his brown eyes still staring into my (e/c) eyes. He let go of my face and rested his head, once again, on my shoulder. "I'm sorry if I scared you earlier when I raised my voice... I didn't mean to." I nodded, remembering how his deep voice seemed to shake the room. I hadn't heard him yell during our year of dating, so I was surprised when he yelled at me for asking if wanted something to eat. I knew he was stressed, so I didn't take it to heart, but deep down, it still hurt. I hated being yelled at.
"It's alright," I mumbled, placing my lips against his forehead as his eyes fluttered shut. "Just know that if you're stressed, I'm always down for cuddles and some old musicals or movies." I could feel him smile and lightly laugh.
"Thank you so much, (M/n)." He whispered, his breathing slowing down as exhausted consumed him. He and the boys worked on the album, they deserve all the rest they can get. "I... really appreciate it." I softly smiled, rubbing my finger through his hair, again.

I laid there, the silence now deafening. I never thought I would hear the apartment ever so quiet. Usually, laughter and playfully bantering filled the apartment, but today, it was quiet. Too quiet. The TV had long been switched off and the remote lay on the grey recliner. I tried to reach for it, but my hand was more than a foot away from it. Sighing, I moved around a bit, trying my best not to disturb the sleeping, blue-haired man laying on my lap. Once I was comfy enough, I laid my head back onto the arm of the couch and readjusted Taehyung, so his head as resting on my chest and that his body was at a more comfortable angle.
"You're too cute," I muttered, seeing that he was lightly smiling in his sleep. "Wonder what he's dreaming of." I pushed his hair out of his face, allowing myself to get a better look at the gorgeous man I happily called my boyfriend. "How the hell did I get so lucky?"