A/N: gosh its been years but i still love yooran so much!!!!here's a short little fanfic i wrote <3 takes place pre relationship and post secret endings aaahhh post secret ending yooran is my favorite yooran
Yoosung has a giant crush on Saeran.
His imagination lately has been clouded with red hair and mint eyes. A sad smile and vanilla ice cream. Sweaters and sweatshirts to hide a thin frame and scars, messy eyeliner drawn on in seconds, eyes that shine if you showed genuine kindness, Yoosung almost held his hand once and he heard a small gasp, he gets flustered so easily but he hides it, he hides it with the teasing nicknames he gives when feeling bold and better, calling Yoosung cute and leaving him to blush, making fun of his blush as well which just leaves him to blush more and oh has he mentioned how cute Saeran looks when he blushes and his cheeks get all red and he hides it and pushes you away but he's so very cute and he can't hide it too well and-
Damn, Saeran was stuck in his mind. And there was no getting him out. Was it weird to have such a crush on Saeyoung's brother? Not just his brother, but the hacker too. 'Unknown'.
Though, Yoosung doesn't view him as the hacker anymore. Sure, he's mentally unstable and he has his breakdowns, he pushed people away and, he's insulted Yoosung many times before. But Yoosung's spent so much time with him lately, ever since he started recovering. He's seen so many sides of him, he knows he is much more than all of the negative. Much more than just the hacker he used to be.
And when he sees Saeran spitting cruel words or sinking into his shadow, Yoosung isn't scared, he just wants to help, just hold Saeran in his arms and tell him it'll be okay. Oh, he wants that so badly, to hug him and protect him but he can't do that! He can't accidentally expose his feelings for him!
"Yoosung. Stop staring at me." Saeran said, flatly.
"S-sorry! Didn't mean it!" Yoosung blurted out, being suddenly brought back to reality. Right, he was in Saeran's room right now. He really shouldn't get caught up in his feelings like this when he's with him.
But...he can't help it. It's been happening so much more lately. Sigh, he's falling deeper and deeper...
Especially since Saeran looked so pretty today. And that pink sweater, pink was an amazing color on him. Pink always looked great on him, especially pastel pink though he only wore a sweater like that once. Must have ruined his 'edgy' persona because Yoosung never saw it again. He's thought of asking what happened to it...
No, no, Yoosung shouldn't get trapped in his own head again! He can't risk letting Saeran know his feelings, not yet. Or not ever. He wouldn't want to make Saeran uncomfortable. They might stop being friends because of it. And he couldn't handle that
"Aaahh, I was, zoning out." he explained, hoping Saeran wouldn't think anything of it. There's no way he could read minds and know how he feels, right? ,,,right?
A sly smile appeared on Saeran's lips, "It's fine, you're cute when you're like that" he remarked, amusement in his voice.
Cute.
Though he was called it a lot, when Saeran said it, it was his word of weakness.
Yoosung slapped his hands to his face to hide his impending blush, "Saeran! Stop calling me that!"
The smile kept in Saeran's voice, "Why? It's the truth."
" No! Im not that cute" Yoosung whined, " You're cute!"
He was too flustered to notice the meaning of the words that fell out of his mouth. But he realized it when Saeran's smile stopped.
Oh.
Complete silence fell between them.
He's thought it so many times but he's never called Saeran cute out loud before.
Stupid. Stupid Yoosung.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid and dumb.
WHY would he say that?!?!?! Oh no, he really needed to keep his feelings to himself. What if this one compliment slipped everything up?
And now Saeran wasn't saying anything. This is why Yoosung has been single for so long! He always messes things up and now Saeran might be uncomfortable or mad or-
"Do you really think so?" Saeran whispered. His teasing tone was gone. It was replaced with a sort of wonder, disbelief.
Yoosung stared for a moment.
..Oh. Saeran wasn't mad. He was... confused. He wasn't complimented often, that's right. It must have been a long time since someone called him cute.
The realization stung Yoosung's heart a bit. To know that Saeran would respond in such a shocked way to being complimented...It made Yoosung want to compliment him all over again. Wrap him in compliments and never let go.
But no! He was getting ahead of himself. As much as he wanted to do that, he couldn't let his sappy feelings be known. He'd die of embarrassment.
"You're, you're very cute." Yoosung confirmed, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. 'And your hands started shaking' he thought, 'i want to hold them so bad but I can't, I can't I can't-'
"After everything I did... you would still, call me cute?" Saeran questioned, his voice almost in a quiver.
His hands just kept getting shakier.
The urge to hold them got stronger.
Yoosung needed to control himself, but oh how he wanted to hug Saeran so bad. Tell him, yes, he's so cute Yoosung has to restrain himself from mentioning it sometimes. How the words only slipped out because he's thought it so much.
"I, I'm not scary?" Saeran continued, "You're so weird Yoosung"
He was getting noticeably more agitated, nervous, his eyes were zoning out. It was potentially the start of a breakdown and Yoosung knew it. He's seen too many of them before, how simple things could trigger something awful if it wasn't helped.
Damn it, he couldn't take the space between them anymore.
He took his hand in his.
"No, no, Saeran, you're not scary. You're..." he started.
Choose your words carefully, Yoosung. Let him know how much he means to you without scaring him away.
"You're beautiful , Saeran" he decided.
The words were heavy. Gosh, they've never been this close before. Saeran was staring at him now. Their eyes were meeting and sides were almost touching and-
Yoosung felt a light pressure on his shoulder. A head resting on him.
A whisper of "Thank you, Yoosung."
There was so many things Yoosung wanted to say. Or do. Like, he wanted to squeal of happiness. Ramble about how beautiful Saeran truly is. Squeeze his hand a little tighter.
But he stopped himself. This, this moment was perfect enough. And maybe, just maybe, he'd speak his true feelings eventually.
A/N: i love this ship so much
