Open Up (Jinhwan)
length: 440 words
8. You’re breaking my heart babe + 58. Don’t shut me out
“Can you just open the door?” Jinhwan pleaded for the third or fourth time now, you’d lost count, as he sat on the other side of the bathroom door. You’d locked yourself in here for the last half hour or so.
“I know it hurts babe, but. Don’t shut me out, please?” He was referring to the countless comments fans had left on a recent picture you posted of the two of you. They were brutal, not holding back as they did their best to break you down, which they did. You thought you were over the comments, Jinhwan had told you so many times that anyone who left them weren’t really fans of his. Sure there were nice comments, but they were always overshadowed by the bad ones.
Reluctantly you opened the door, emerging as you wiped your tears. Jinhwan just pulling you into his arms. “You’re breaking my heart babe. I hate seeing you like this.” He rubbed your back as he kissed your head, doing his best to calm you down. You weren’t crying anymore though, tears no longer able to form you’d already cried them all. You were just, hurt.
“I just don’t get why they say those things, I mean, I don’t think I really ever did anything to deserve them. But yet they just constantly feel the need to say them.” Jinhwan laughed a bit as he released you from his embrace. “Well, you are dating me, some of them don’t like that. But, I’ve told you so many times, the people who say those things. They aren’t any fans of mine. Because true fans of mine, they love you. They ask about at fansigns, they worry about you. Trust me y/n, there are good comments, and people who don’t want to make you cry. It’s just, they are harder to find sometimes.”
You shook your head as he walked to grab a wipe from the bathroom to fix your makeup. “Next time you look at the comments, look for the good ones. And only the good ones. I know it’ll be hard, even I slip up sometimes and look at negative ones. But it takes time, and eventually you won’t even spend to seconds on a hurtful comment.”
You smiled at him, loving how understanding and comforting he always was. Knowing that dealing with the hate was something harder for you than it was for him. He returned the smile, pressing a soft kiss to you lips. “I promise, if you try it, it will make you feel a lot better. And I won’t have to find you locked in the bathroom again.”