[new chatroom] Yoosungs Sadness
~Y/N entered the chatroom~
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You:
Yoosung Are you Okay? You haven't been answering lately.
Yoosung:
Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it.
Yoosung:
Don't worry please.
Yoosung:
I need space.
You:
I'm at the door. Answer me.
Yoosung:
Why do you always find a way into the house?
You:
Because my lock pick skills are the shit my friend.
*(Y/N) Left the chatroom*
Yoosung: Ugh.
*Yoosung left the chatroom*
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You but the inside of your cheek as you stated at the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. It made you wonder what was going on in there. Maybe he was just upset still about Rika. Not that you knew how he felt since you never knew Rika. You hadn't even heard about her until you were brought in as a 'distraction' as you'd call it.
It had been a while since Yoosung had locked himself in his room to sulk. You couldn't blame him. After all they were cousins. Close cousins to be exact. All you were in his eyes was just another gaming buddy to deal with his emotions while he beat you countless times in LOLOL. There were video game noises coming from the other side of the door. From his phone? You couldn't tell from the way the door was closed. There was a shadow pressed up against the door causing you to frown.
"Yoosung.." You whisper, getting out your lock pick stuff and bending the paper clip and sticking it in the hole. "Get away from the door.. let me in.. I can help you..." You whisper, leaning your forehead against the door only to hear the click on the other side of the door, you falling into the room with the paper clip in the key hole. "Oh hi.. bad timing?"
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*First Person P.O.V.*
Me and Yoosung were curled up together in front of the drawer. At least he was opening up as he was telling me about how much Rika meant to him. "I know it's bad to compare you to her but I confess that... it's because you mean so much to me like she meant so much to me." Yoosung said, wrapping his arm around me in a protective manor. "What could I do without you?"
That's when I felt my heart practically pound out of my chest. "Yoosung.." I mutter, clear to the fact now that Rika was his family. There couldn't be any way to get over it when she meant THAT much to him. That's when I held my arms open. "Give mama some sugar." I joke, now sitting around from him but making sure not to crinkle any of the pictures. The boy that I loved was in pain and I need to help him. Somehow.
Yoosung shyly looking to the side only to scoot crawl forward, him wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on my chest. In the mean time, the weather outside was beginning to chill. "I'm glad I met you." He whispered, nuzzling his head closer to my shoulder. My first reaction was to place my hand on his head, streaming my hands through his hair. That's when his body fell limp. The poor kid fell asleep.
As I picked him up bridal style, all the memories of him comforting me filled my mind. He had been there for the longest time. To when my mother died to the time I had fell into a deep trench known to as depression. He comforted me, took care of me, and even came To my rescue whenever I contemplated suicide. I don't know where I'd be without him, as cliché as this sounds, I'm proud to say that I fell in love with him.
When I sat him on the bed I noticed a strand of his hair had parted in an unkept matter so I reached my hand over and placed it back where I belonged but not before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you. I'm sure you can't hear this but I do..." I whispered, getting ready to leave the room until I felt my heart leap when I heard him.
"I......... love... you too." And then his sleepy breathing filled the room making me smile as I left the apartment.
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Shit I really wanna get into old habits and make a super depressing one. ~ Aquatic out.
