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    your body lay snuggled up, the warmth of the weighted duvet entrapping your curled up figure beneath it. the scent of your boyfriend's cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you dig your face deeper into the plush of his pillow.

    you sigh, feeling your body twist for what felt like the millionth time tonight. you were spending another night at taesan's house. usually, falling asleep in the silent comfort of his king sized bed was nothing short of blissful and easy, but tonight, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort off.

    it's wednesday-the middle of the week. you usually aren't over at his house on wednesdays, mainly because of how jam-packed and conflicting your schedules are-college life isn't easy. but tonight, he had insisted you come over. especially after hearing about the discouraging events that plagued your day today.

    first, you had accidentally spilled your morning matcha on a stranger on the way out of your favorite coffee shop. the look of disdain the stranger's expression tainted you with, had done a number on you. but of course, the embarrassment didn't stop there. you spent so much time trying to fix the mess and clean off the stain on the stranger's clothing, that you had lost track of time and gotten to class late. your professor wasn't particularly lenient when it came to tardies, and you found yourself cowering under his scrutinizing glare. you ended receiving a horrifying mark on your paper in his class. in short, your day couldn't get worse than it already had been.

    adjusting to the dim lighting that adorned his bedroom. you glance to the side of you, trying to make out his larger figure beside you, before realizing his side of the bed was barren-empty.

    alarmed, you sit up, the weight of his weighted duvet struggling against you for a moment before you finally break free, slipping out of his bed. your bare feet hit the warmth of the rug that lies directly beside his bed, as you stalk toward his bedroom door.

    β€” "backup, backup! i need backup!" you hear him whisper shout, his headset fit snug against his fluffy yet unruly souffle of hair. you softly smile to yourself, eyes still adjusting to the abrupt change in lighting as you approach him.

    β€”"taesan?" you drawl, your fingers finding their way to your eyes as you gently rub them. he notices you, his eyes immediately ripping away from the tumultuous graphic scene that paints the computer scene in front of him.

    β€” "baby? what's wrong?" his voice is low yet inquiring, his body twisting as he swivels the chair to face you. you feel the warmth of his palm as it intertwines with yours, squeezing gently as he shakes your connected hands tenderly.

    β€” "i couldn't sleep," you mumble, your eyes downcast in embarrassment. you felt like a child confessing to an accident.

    β€” "something's on your mind." he makes a statement rather than a question, his eyes searching yours for the thoughts that captivated your mind. you bite your lip looking away from him. once again, you were letting your stupid overthinking cloud your judgement, and you were dragging him down with you. "it's okay, i'll just go to bed. i'm sorry i ruined your gaming-"

    β€” "c'mere." he interrupts your rambling without a second thought. his arms are stretched wide open, and you find your body involuntarily moving into his. the warmth of his chest overwhelms you as his strong arms envelop you in a powerful embrace-a testament to his desire to stand by you-to be your rock. your body grows limp in his arms as his palm crawls to the back of your hair, stroking it lovingly.

    β€” "let me get rid of whatever's in that pretty little head of yours." he coos, his fingers skillfully sliding throug your hair. your lips quirk into a smile-a blissful one-already knowing exactly what he was going to play. you scoot your body closer to his as he starts off humming, the familiar tune of your favorite song flowing through your eardrums like a melody perfectly crafted by sirens themselves. you find your eyes begin to succumb to the drowsiness his enchanting voice induced.