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“Baby…”
I feel somebody shaking me. I grumble, turning away.
“Baby, come on, wake up please.”
My eyes flutter open, and to my own surprise they are wet. My vision is blurry, objects around me appear as blunt shapes rather than clear objects.
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I turn, it’s Gi-hun.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks gently.
“Am I?…” I murmur. “Goodness, I didn’t even realise…”
“Is everything okay?” He asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“Everything’s fine…” I murmur, reminiscing in the feeling of his fingers carding through my hair. “Just stressed lately, I suppose.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know…” I manage to get out through a choked sob. “Sometimes- sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough for you. You’re so- I don’t know, you’re so handsome, so kind, charming… and I’m just, well I’m just me.”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Gi-hun pauses and his eyes widen. It’s clear he’s taken aback. “[Y/N]…”
The tears are really starting to flow now. “Fuck— sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to unload all of that on—”
He says my name again, but this time it’s firmer, commanding. “[Y/N].”
I pause, a sob caught in my throat. It escapes like a weak hiccup.
“Why would you ever think of yourself that way?”
“In what way?” I croak.
“In a way where you believe you are unworthy of something.” He leans in, tilting my chin up with his finger. “You deserve the world and more. And I cannot physically describe how lucky I am to be able to call you mine.”
“Gi-hun…”
“Please, next time you feel like this… talk to me. It’s no good just letting it fester. Because trust me, it will. It’ll just keep getting worse and worse unless you talk it out. And hey, maybe I’m not the best at comforting, but I’m a pretty damn good cuddler… so, why don’t we get cozy, cuddle for the night and talk a little more in the morning?”
I let a sound. Half sob, half laugh. “Is that even a word?”
“Who knows, and who cares?” Gi-hun mumbles, pulling me closer. He rests his head in the crook of my neck, every exhale is warm and tickles my skin.
“Can you stroke my hair?” I mumble.
“Yes, baby.” He says quietly. His fingers dance up the nape of neck and settle at my scalp. The sensation is delightful, sending pleasurable tingles down my spine.
I let out a delighted hum, my face pressed into his dark, wispy strands of wild hair.
“I’m also amazing at stroking hair.” He mumbles against my neck, the vibrations soothing.
I chuckle softly, letting myself relax. Letting myself feel him. His love, his warm breath, his soothing caress. Him as a whole. Because I love him as a whole.
“You are…”
He presses a gentle kiss to my neck. “Good night, I love you.”
“I love you too.”