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— comfort with changbin ❤️🩹
🏷️ anti-burnout hurt/comfort; dashes of angst and fluff.
changbin always watches you work even if he doesn’t know what you’re doing. it’s his hobby. whatever you do, he’s silently cheering you on.
so when something occurs and throws you off-course, he notices it before you do.
he can’t multitask, so the moment he sees your eyebrows furrow more than it ever did, he keeps his eyes trained on nothing but you.
he analyzes your body language well. changbin sees the same pattern he saw before: you stretch, pat your hand on your head, sigh, and squint at the laptop screen before diving back into the stressor.
changbin hums your favorite song and hopes that it subconsciously calms you down. it doesn’t. you’re as laser-focused as he is, except you’re only making it worse by refusing to step away.
you repeat the routine of stretching and sighing until you sniff. with your back turned towards him and your face away from his view, he can’t see the tear that runs down your cheek, but he senses it faster than you.
it’s his cue to run to your side.
you could protest against his offers for a hug and kiss, you could say that you need to focus just this once, and you could promise that you’ll get back to him, but you clearly can’t do all of that when you can’t even finish the task due to the overwhelming stress.
changbin’s a little stressed too, considering he has no clue on what to do and he doesn’t even understand the logistics of the problem you ran into, but he’s there.
he sits there, by your side, with an arm always ready to pat your back. he sits there until you hiccup and lean into his warmth. that’s when he hugs you, shushes you, kisses your tears while telling you that it’s okay. you got this.
you tell him that the software keeps freezing, your task is stupid, and you simply lost the passion to keep working on something you thought you liked. he nods, listens, and shares bits of advice when you finally ask him for it. he rubs your back while humming your favorite song again, rocking you back and forth ever so gently in his hold. his hand pats your head.
you stop crying when he meets eyes with your frozen laptop and curses at it in baby talk. even if you think you feel disgusting for crying and laughing, your giggles alone are all he needs to feel lighter. he cracks a joke, then another, and offers to be your late-night barista for feel-good drinks.
he’s your cheerleader, and he’s here.