Scenario: Sometimes, you just can't fall asleep.

Rated: Fluff

P: Seokjin x Reader

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The night was quiet. 

You both usually spent nights like these cuddled into each other's arms, but tonight was different. 

His back was to you and his touch felt cold.

You wondered what had happened to him. He had been fine the night before, but something felt off.

Sitting upright, you turn to look at him.

"I love you," you mumble under soft sobs.

You wondered if maybe you had said something during the day to upset him, and knowing your overthinking mind, you probably didn't, but it was all too quick to comprehend.

"So do I," he responded, shocking you enough to grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at him.

"You were awake?"

"Well I wasn't sure if you had realized but it's been three weeks since I last was able to sleep peacefully," he sighed.

"Ah. I-"

Your tears, which had fallen to your nightgown, had stopped. His voice felt tired, each word that came out of him sounding heavy and dragged out.

"I see. I hadn't realized. My apologies baby. Do you need anything?"

"A talk?" He mumbled, turning to face you.

You quickly wiped away your tears, laying down to look into his eyes. He could tell you had cried but said nothing, knowing well that if he brought it up he would be blamed for something he hadn't done. He knew you had been on edge for a while, but he had always found it difficult to tell you when he felt uneasy about something. You had been dating for a while but it was still new.

Affection.

Affection never came easy and neither did trust.

Trust comes at the cost of vulnerability, and being vulnerable around you was still new to him.

He had met so many people who he thought he trusted, and with his career as an idol, he realized just how easy and fragile friendships can become. The young become all knowledge of his business and would chain him down or bully him out of saying anything, and the old felt entitled to his accomplishments even if they had known him for but a second.

You were his small escape, but he knew even you had your flaws, ones he wanted you to change at your own pace.

"Honey, do you think I am overbearing?"

"Why the question?"

"Recently, Taehyung and I got into a fight about it. Some new trainees started over a month ago at the agency and Namjoon asked me to help supervise them. I don't do much but enforce some rules emplaced by the contract they signed yet, they have been extremely disrespectful. I've told them to hold their tongue, I've told them I'm not trying to be demanding but they never listen. They have tried talking to Yoongi and Hoseok about girls and so on, and while Hoseok holds back from saying anything, Yoongi has told them he doesn't feel too comfortable discussing the topic with them. They've argued about it for a bit to the point where even the maknae have been fighting with one another about it," he sighed.

"I mean, kids are kids no?"

Snuggling into your chest he gave a heavier sigh.

"I guess. But, they always argue with me that to treat them as adults, have fights with the managers on going out at late hours, refuse to eat what they are given because they prefer something else, or refuse to listen to me because I'm " no expert" nor their parent, and Taehyung sides with them saying I use to treat him that way, that it's simply curiosity, and that I never took him seriously and, honestly I don't know anymore. Taehyung often forgets he's an adult too so he'll do some childish things and to be fair I think this is just to get back at me for forgetting his luggage at the airport two months ago," he sighed once again.

His voice sounded exhausted.

It surprised you that something so trivial appeared to worry him. It was something that seemed to be consuming him from inside, making those weeks so hard for him to sleep.

Usually, Jin and his group member Taehyung got along fine, but they'd often end up in arguments when it came to Jin's values and Taehyung's more innovated look on things. Jin had been often seen as too serious or even too set in his ways with his friends, but you loved that about him. He was predictable, and you could usually read his expressions. It was when he was being serious that it became harder to tell. When he was troubled by something he usually shied away from telling you things. This was a nice change, a change that made your prior worries look childish.

"Well, the question then lies on, do you treat them as children?"

"I am 28 and they are 16, how else am I supposed to treat them? Taehyung should be acting his age too, isn't that just how life works? As you get older you can't act however you want. Adults have responsibilities and one of them is to not be so overly friendly with kids because it's weird," He argued into your chest, his arms wrapping around you into a deep hug.

"Well, you're not wrong, they are kids, and from the looks of it, are just throwing a tantrum. I'm guessing letting this go isn't an option, so here's what I'd do, I'd talk to them, seriously, as an adult to someone who wants to act like one. If they are, as they say, not children, then they will understand, and if you find it unable to reason with them, then that answers the question. They are children throwing a tantrum and should be dealt with accordingly," you suggested, rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

"I guess. I just don't want to continue being the wrongdoer in their eyes," he groaned.

"Welcome to adjusting Seokjin," you laughed.

"I've been an adult for over 7 years so-"

"So then you should know it's not easy," you chuckled, kissing his head gently.

His hair was soft from the conditioner he had used, his gentle sent filling your lungs.

"Tell me Y/N, if we end up getting married someday, and have kids, do you think they'll hate me too?"

"I don't think Taehyung hates you, but yes, you will have to struggle with them too," you replied, Jin pouting at your response.

"Well, I guess we ain't having kids then," he laughed.

You softly punched his back, Jin taking pulling away to embrace you between his arms.

"I'm quite tired now honey. Should we sleep?" He said while kissing your forehead.

It was safe between his arms, and the warmth he brought to you made you feel like you wanted to stay between them forever.

"Yes Jin, let us sleep."

Kissing you, Jin rested his head down.

He felt comfort.

For once in a long time, he felt like he was understood and loved with no anterior motive.

It was nice by your side, letting him be himself and express his worries for once without having members pitted against each other, not anyone needing to choose aside. You were holding him gently, you were on his side, in his corner cheering him on but also calling him out if he did something wrong.

It was nice, a life where you could talk to someone who could understand you.

Waking up, he didn't want to wake up, and when you woke up before him, what awaited was a well-rested Kim Seokjin, his face so delicate against the white sheets of your shared bed.

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🐨 Anonymous requests are always a gift and a curse. You get this liberty of choice when it comes to what direction you can take the Imagine in, but with liberty, I also end up projecting and venting. I mean, many of my Imagines are either me venting or me getting closure or a safe space to feel at ease with my worries. Dumping this imagine here is quite helpful during these stressful times. I hope those of us who have dealt with situations like this can feel some sort of connection with Y/N from this imagine.

Nobody knows what you're going through, and those who act like they know what you're thinking are usually the same people who want to be understood but assume too much to the point where you're driven away from them.

Having siblings who are younger has taught me a lot honestly, and one of those things is that they have their own problems that you cant resolve and that as an adult, I have my own problems that they can't resolve.

The time where we shared our struggles are long gone but if they one day come to me for guidance, I will use the time I have had as an adult to hopefully guide them to make the right choice for their own life. I am but a mediator for them to find their own way.

Sincerely,

Marili Cruz.
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