ruel imagines

too much

"It's too much." You interrupt his rambling.

He furrows his eyebrows. "What is?"

"Me. You." Your words only confuse him more. "I-I just, I know how hard it is for you to be with me when you have a whole career to focus on. I can't be the reason you're distracted all the time, Ruel. I can't. A-And I know you've been having trouble writing recently. And I also know it's my fault." This time you can't stop the tears from slipping down your cheeks.

It might sound ridiculous, but it's how you feel.

You don't wanna be the cause of Ruel's whole career going down the drain, just because you want attention.

You've always felt insecure. Which has led to you becoming needy. Spending time with Ruel is what makes you feel better. He makes you feel like you're home. Safe.

"You heard my call with Nate." He suddenly realizes.

Yeah. Not to mention the call you overheard the other day.

Ruel had gotten up early and was on the phone with Nate. Since he was in the middle of changing, he put the phone on speaker. That's when Nate told him how he thought you were too much of a distraction. He even said Ruel should take a break from you.

Ruel must've thought you were asleep, and that they were being quiet enough not to wake you.

Even though he told Nate he refused to do it, the phone call still stuck with you.

"Y/N..." Ruel trails off, pulling you closer. "What Nate said wasn't true. If anything, you are what makes me a better songwriter. You inspire me so fucking much, and I honestly don't think I would be where I am today without you." He brings your hands up to his lips and leaves a kiss on the back of both of them. "Do you understand? I need you here, with me."

"But-"

"No, baby. None of that. I meant everything I just told you, okay? I love you. So, so much, that it's driving me crazy."

You're still hesitant. After all you had thought about this moment for the past few days, trying to decide if it was the right thing to do. He'd be so much better off...

Like Nate said.

"Y/N, please." He sees the look on your face and somehow knows exactly what you're thinking. "Believe me when I say that i'd be lost without you. My writers block has absolutely nothing to do with you."

You stare up at him unsurely. "Are you sure..."

He raises his eyebrows as if that question was ridiculous, before suddenly turning and picking up the suitcase placed on the ground next to you. He brings it back over to the bed and unzips it.

"What are you doing?" You frown and move to stand next to him, fiddling with your own hands nervously.

"Putting your things back where they belong. In your home." Ruel begins taking out your folded clothes, while also putting your shirts back on the empty hangers.

You grab his arm to stop him. "Ruel, stop. I-"

"No Y/N, I won't." He turns to face you again. "You will always belong here, with me. No matter what other people have to say. So yes, i'm completely sure."

His words bring you relief.

Though you should've known Ruel wouldn't have just let you leave.

Your whole body seems to relax and you rub your eyes tiredly. Just as you open them again, Ruel's arms snake around your waist, and he pulls you in against his chest. You're so exhausted from overthinking, and feeling anxious, that you can't help but practically fall limp in his hold. You allow him to comfort you, all while you grip his t-shirt tightly in your small fists.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, okay?" He mumbles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

You nod and close your eyes. "Okay."

"Thank you, bub. Thank you for staying." His hand running through your hair only continues to calm you down.

A small smile appears on your face as you whisper, "I love you."

A quiet, content sigh escapes him. "I love you so much more than you'll ever know."