Hwasun One shots

At your weakest

I rushed this for a bit. I hope you don't mind.

Yongsun wasn't sure how to deal with her members when they were crying, she doesn't know if they needed some alone time or if they need someone right beside them when they do. That's why when she hears a sobbing sound in the practice room in the middle of the night, she doesn't know whether to go in or stay outside for their privacy.

She, herself, rarely cried in front of her members, not wanting to show some kind of weakness and how fragile she was. The same goes for her members, they rarely cried when it was the four of them. Hyejin and Wheein tend to always lean on each other, so comfortable with each other after all the years spent together. Byul cries on her shoulder and she lets her be already used to how the younger always overthinks the smallest problem but when it comes to herself, she cries alone. 

It's not that she doesn't trust her members, it's just that she doesn't want to show it. There was only one time that Byul saw her crying on her own and her sister tends to barge in her room when hears her crying through the walls. Yonghee would hug her so tight, squeezing all the grief out of her before putting her to sleep.

She stops in front of the practice room, about to enter when she hears the sound. The broken wail and sob inside, making her stop in her tracks. She doesn't know if Hyejin would like her to see her in her most fragile state. Aside from the times during interviews, the only time they saw each other cry was when Hyejin was promoting Twit, it was the first and the last.

Through the glass door, she can see that the room was dark, all the lights turned off and Yongsun stays still in front of the door. She bites her lip, feeling a weight of frustration in her chest, angry that she doesn't know what to do. But when another long sound of sobbing resonated out the door, she couldn't help herself from opening the door and marching inside, she can't see the maknae but she feels where she is.

She strides towards the left corner of the room and there she sees an outline of long hair and a hunched figure. The wailing stopped for a moment. Yongsun quickly kneeled to the floor and in pure instinct, she takes her in her hands. She hugs her tight, just like how her sister would when she tries to hide the tears.

She hears a deep sniffle before a full-on sob resonates in Hyejin's body. Yongsun says nothing when the weeping becomes louder, she adjusts to hold her properly. She holds the younger's head beside hers and when thin arms come up to embrace her on the shoulder, Yongsun presses on Hyejin's temple, and in response, she cries louder.

"U-unnie.." Hyejin tries to talk but miserably fails when a hiccup rolls in her throat and her tears don't stop. "Hm?" She coos, Yongsun comforts her, shaking the woman side to side to calm the person in her hands.

"Ah...I'm...sorry." Hyejin apologizes right beside her ear, the rasp of her voice was so fragmented. "There's nothing to be sorry for Hyejin-ah," she says gently, still not letting go. She feels a heaviness on her chest as she listens to the sniffles and hiccups from the younger. These were the time that she just wishes that Hyejin wasn't so talented, not so brilliant, and less splendid, it wasn't because she was jealous. She wishes it because if that were the case, she wouldn't get so much that would force her in these kinds of situations.

It was because those talents were also the reason why the youngest was crying in a dark room in the middle of the night. But that was selfish of her to say so she doesn't say anything. 

"But..I..." 

"I keep...hic...ruining things...for us"

Yongsun feels her buries her face on her shoulder and she doesn't have the time to worry whether Hyejin is wearing make-up or not because she was wearing a white top. "You are wrong" Yongsun starts "In fact, you keep making everything better for us. I'm sorry, as a leader I should be doing so much more but I just keep making things hard on you when you already burdened" she chuckles, trying to hide the tremble of her voice.