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Writing Prompts: "I don't care, I'm not letting you get up until I know you're one hundred percent better again." "Let me kiss it better." "You're so important to me."

Member: Zeyu

Genre: Fluff/Slight angst

Requester: @JigsawPuzzl3t

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"I just don't understand!" 

"It's not that hard to grasp Dad!" 

"But why? Why would you do this to your family? Why would you ruin our reputation like this?"

"Me liking boys is ruining our family's reputation?"

"Yes! Do you know how embarrassing it'll be if my coworkers find out I have a gay son? I'll be the laughing stock of this god damn town." 

"Why can't you just except me? How is this hurting you in any way?"

"Because your a fucking disgrace to this family. How do you think Grandma would react huh?" My father shook his head and pointed to the door.

"Get out."

"Wh-"

"I said, get out of my house."

"But, Dad, I'm your son, how can you just-"

"Don't call yourself that, just leave, I need to think without you here." I didn't know what to say, I was utterly shocked and couldn't completely comprehend what my Dad was saying. He was kicking me out, because I'm gay. I've heard stories about things like this happening to people before, that was one of the reasons I didn't want to say anything, but I never thought it could happen to be. I was sure my Dad loved me enough to at least try to understand me and my feelings, but, after fighting for what seemed like hours, I came to the understanding that, he wouldn't even try. It's a weird feeling when the person who's supposed to love and protect you the most is practically tossing you out of the place you grew up. I wanted to cry, but, I couldn't for one reason or another. I just felt so numb it was hard to believe. I didn't pack anything, in hopes that he'd let me back in at some point. I just put on my shoes and walked out the door. How could he? How fucking could he? How immature and close minded do you have to be to kick your fifteen year old out of the house? I didn't know what to do, but I did know I had to find somewhere to stay for the night, away from family. I wandered the streets for a few hours until it started to get cold. I unknowingly found myself at the front doorstep of probably the only person I could come to. Yu Zeyu. He was my best friend of nine years and crush of three. He was the first and only person I had ever had any real feelings for and he was the person who made me realize I was about as straight as a crinkled sheet of paper. I had come out to him not to long ago and he was the most supportive, he even told me he himself had been questioning for awhile. I felt safe with him and right now, I needed to feel safe. With my heart pounding in my chest, I knocked on the door a few times and waited. Soon after, a woman, probably in her late thirties, answered the door. Zeyu's mother.

"Oh, Y/N, what are you doing here so late?" I don't know why but when I tried to speak, the words got caught in my throat and I tried not to start sobbing on this poor woman's doorstep.

"I, I got k-kicked out." I hung my head low in shame. I didn't know if Zeyu had told her about me, but I was hoping if he did, she would be as understanding as he was.

"Oh my, sweetheart, do you need a place to stay?" I nodded my head, still not making eye contact. "Well than, come in, come in." She opened the door wider and let me in.

"Thank you, so much, I can't say how much I appreciate this." She gave me a soft smile and a sympathetic look.

"It's no problem, really. Now I'm not going to ask what happened, since it's none of my business, but, Zeyu is upstairs, I assume you'd prefer to talk to him anyway." I nodded my head and she took me up the small flight of stairs, then into Zeyu's room. He was sat on his bed, off to the left of his surprisingly clean room, in a little pile of a few stuffed animals. If I wasn't so nervous, I might have laughed at how cute the how image was. He looked up from his phone and make a slight shock expression when he saw me.

"Y/N? What are you doing here." He looked at his Mom.

"Your friends going though a tough time. He got kicked out." Zeyu's jaw dropped.

"Wait really?!" I nodded

"He's going to stay here for awhile." Ms. Yu gestured to me.

"Oh yeah of course!" Zeyu pushed a few of the plushies to the corner of his bed and patted the area. "Come sit." I did as he asked and his Mother wished us well, shutting the door. There was a brief moment of silence until Zeyu broke it. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water?" I shook my head.

"I'm okay."

"What happened?"

"I told my Dad, I told him about my feelings, obviously he didn't aprove." I let out a bitter chuckle. Without any hesitation, Zeyu tackled me into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you did anything."

"I know, but," He let go and kept his hands on my shoulders. "I'm just sorry you had to go though that. I couldn't imagine. But don't worry! My parents don't care about stuff like that, I've told my Mom about all the weird feelings I've had towards boys and she couldn't care less. So, you're welcome here, regardless." He smiled at me and I really thought I was going to cry, but, I tried my best to keep strong.

"T-Thank you."

"Anytime."

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Time went by fast. Zeyu and I talk about a tone of different things. He was great at helping me keep my mind off of things. Than, as we were trying to fall asleep,  my mind started to wander and the reality of everything hit me like a fucking bus. And of course, I started crying. I tried to keep quiet as to not disturb Zeyu. He had already done so much, I didn't want to bother him anymore. I cried quietly, back facing him, and face covered. 

Without any warning, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist, and Zeyu's body move closer to mine.

"You're not okay are you?" He said, slightly groggy sounding.

"N-No." I managed to get out though sobs. Zeyu tighten his grip on me and rested his head in the crook of my neck, sighing lightly.

"You're so important to me."  He messed around with some of my hair with one of his free hands, relaxing me a little. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise. Because I'm going to do everything I can to make things better." I took his comforting words to heart, since they were just what I need to hear at this moment in time. We stayed like that for awhile until my cries had calmed down.

"How are you so nice?" I sniffled, letting the last few tears fall from  eyes.

"Because I love you, you dork." He chuckled and I felt a warmness spread throughout my body.

"I...Love you too." I tried wiggling my way out of his grasp, body hot due to embarrassment.

"Where are you going?" He whined, only holding me tighter.

"I'm embarrassed."

"I don't care, I'm not letting you get up until I know you're one hundred percent better again."  

"But-"

"No buts about it, now face me." Yet again, doing as he asked, I hesitantly turned around to face him. His expression was slightly tired, but utterly adorable nonetheless. "Let me kiss it better."  He placed a hand on my cheek and pecked my face a few times. "I can help you forget about your jackass of a Father." He kissed my face a few more times.

"This is a little gay."

"We are a little gay Y/N."

"I guess you're right, in that case, maybe you should kiss me again."