★Yooseven Stories★

I Know What You Can Do. Stay With Me. (angst & fluff)

A/N: This happened after the first story, but these writings aren't necessarily supposed to be in chronological order, but an exception to this one!

After a few months later of what happened recently, Yoosung and Seven have been bonding more in their relationship, it was full of laughs, and tears, but especially this night; after Seven was told by Yoosung that his dorm neighbors were being loud and obnoxious, blasting music and getting drunk, and after a little bit they tried making advances on him, one of the drunken guys actually kissing Yoosung. Seven asked if he didn't mind him coming over, and Yoosung didn't mind so Seven came over, not only to see his lover, but because he was also a bit jealous after what happened. After a few hours of his arrival, they were playing games and chasing each other around Yoosung's dorm for fun before Yoosung locked himself in the bathroom to try to get away from Seven, who was trying to boop him some more.

"Yoooooooosung~ You can't stay in there all niiiiight!" Seven said in a somewhat singsong voice after Yoosung locked himself in the bathroom to escape him while being chased.
"You wanna bet?" Yoosung grit out sounding slightly strained, "I can and will" Yoosung replied.
"You sure?~" Seven said in a playful tone, then sounding more serious saying this, "Seriously, don't hurt or strain yourself though, come out when you need to, if not I will hack in and rescue you." Sounding a bit more back to his playful self as he finished speaking.
"You can't hack through a wooden door, Seven." He let out a breathless laugh, "I'm sure you can try though, you are a man of many talents." There was the sounds of something scraping across the floor.
Seven chuckled back, but it sounded a bit forced and on the worried side. "Are...you ok in there or something..? I can hear something scraping the floor."
Yoosung coughs a bit, "Y-yea I'm fine, just moving something." The scraping suddenly stops and there is a small thud as he sits on whatever he moved, "Ya know, I'm not all that great, I'm not cool or pretty or smart or anything like that, so why?" His voice was strained and his throat was tight.
"...Yoosung..?..Yoosung?!" Seven knocked on the door. "Ok buddy, you win can you come out?" What was going on in there..?
Yoosung's laugh he let out was sad and empty. "Why Luciel? Why? Why me? What's so great about me? I'm nothing but the butt of everyone's jokes, I try too hard and it all ends up crashing down around me, so what is so great about that huh???" He stands up, fisting his hands in his hair as the pins keeping his bangs pinned up fall to the ground with a clink. He takes a few steps forward then stops at stares at the door.
Seven's eyes widened and mouth gaped a bit and he started shaking. He had to stay strong. He took a deep breath. "Yoosung. There aren't enough words I can use to describe you. You're cute, you're funny, you're unique, you're fantastic, you're talented and most importantly, you are you. The list goes on and on and on but there is not enough time to name off everything because it'll take all of eternity." He presses his shaky hand against the door. "Yoosung, calm down. Take some deep breaths please. Please come out and talk." He begged.
Yoosung flinched back from the door like it bit him, moving away and keeping a careful distance like a spooked pup. "I-" He tried to say something, anything, but no words came out, wrapping his arms around himself, he manages to get out, " I don't see it, I-" He bites his lip and looks to the door. "I don't see whatever you see, I don't. I'm nothing, I never have been and never will be. All people seem to notice about me is that I play video games, whoop-de-fricken-do. I'm so tired, Luciel, and you-" He broke off again, taking in a shuddering breath. "-You are so much more than I deserve." He fell to his knees, arms still wrapped around himself as he cried.
Seven tried opening the door, turning the knob lightly not to frighten Yoosung, who seemed shaken up, but damn, he was right. It was locked. Listening to his crying lover almost made him weep. He had to be strong for Yoosung's sake. As he tried to blink away some tears from his eyes, his voice cracked as he spoke. "Y-Yoosung, when I first met you I noticed your beauty right away, not that you played video games. I support you playing them because it's a hobby and an interest, it would've been wrong if I would have told you to stop because you seemed 'addicted' to LOLOL, I didn't mind it anyways. I always used to joke around and tease you because I loved you...I didn't know how to express it. How do I instantly come out and say 'hey I hope this isn't weird but I-....I'm in love with you..?' Everyday it was the same..I was locked in the same room for days at a time, hacking and coding, hacking and coding, hacking and coding. It got a little bland but do you know what kept me going? You. You made me feel..appreciated. Not like I was a machine. And you are my haven, whenever I am around you, I feel safe. I feel special to have you...I feel loved. I'm not better than you, trust me when I say this. I don't deserve you. With all you have been through, with all I have put you through...I.." He slid down, back to the door, until he sat on the floor. "You may not see it in yourself, but..." He sniffed. And in a whispery voice he said. "I do.." His face scrunched up as he kept himself from weeping.
Yoosung looked to the door with wide, desperate eyes, choking out, "I'm- I'm not-" Before cutting himself off. He let out a shaky breath and stood again, moving to stand in front of the door, carefully he reached out a hand, placing it on the door and feeling the smooth wood beneath his palm. "I-" He took another shaky breath. It was quiet in the building, the noisy neighbors having long since fallen asleep and the only noise to be heard was the chirping of crickets and the building itself, the sound of the city nothing more than far off background noise. "I love you too..." It was quiet, barely heard over the night time noises, and Yoosung steeled himself again "Seven, Luciel, when I first met you, face to face, I thought you were an enigma, something I would never be able to get close enough to unravel, and now that I am, I feel strange." He took another breath, this one less shaky than the last and moved away from the door, beginning to pace around the room. "When I first realized I had feelings for you I- I hid them from everyone, even myself, I just didn't want to be an outcast anymore, I wanted, I wanted to just be with you, even if we weren't in a relationship. I was happy just being friends and now that we are its just-" He stops in front of the door again, this time he carefully unlocks it, but leaves it closed. "I just don't know what to do with myself. You are amazing and smart and handsome. You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery and I-" He is crying again, "-God I'm so weak and stupid and God damn it, Luciel I love you!" His voice raises as he sits back down with a thud.
"I..." Seven sniffed, feeling his tear ducts fill up. "..I.." He paused again. "Never knew you felt this way about me.." He lost it and started sobbing, the force wracking his body as he cupped his hands over his face. "I..L-Love you too Yoos-sung.." He said between sobs. It took him a minute to take some deep breaths and to turn his weep into a cry. "Yoosung, you are not weak or stupid. If you were weak, would you be here? You pushed through all your feelings and hard times especially when..When.." He didn't say it because it was a sensitive topic, and probably not the best to say right now. "What did I do..? I just ran away from all my life's problems I left my brother and family behind. I locked myself in a room for days without eating or sleeping, I'm the weak one. Every day you are able to smile, even if it's forced. You are able to keep up with your health most of the time when I can barely fucking convince myself to eat..Everyday I work harder and harder, faster and faster, because I know when I'm done, I can talk to you and I can see you. I can see your wonderful smile, I can see your porcelain skin, feel your silky hair, and taste those sweet lips of yours..You are the re- ason...You are the re-ason th-at I..I.." He broke out into another sob, but was able to calm himself down once again, for some reason he was extremely emotional at this point. He drew in a shaky breath and turned himself to the door, sitting on his knees. "You don't know what to do with yourself...Well it's easy. Yoosung...Stay here, and stay with me. You are my one and only, my burning passion. I love you." His eyes were bright red by now, his hair messy and his cheeks stained with tears.
Yoosung was speechless, hands clenching an unclenching in his lap, he needed to say something, anything, but he just couldn't. He has run out of words at the worst possible moment and he needed something, anything to help him. He opened his mouth a few times, but to no avail he had no words left, he just cried and cried and cried some more, he tried to speak but instead of eloquent words and things that would leave men weak at the knees, but he just babbled "I'msorryimsorryimsorry." Over and over and over again, he didn't know what else to say, "I'm sorry I'm so so sorry Seven." His words becoming quieter and quieter until he was just mumbling undirected apologies under his breath, said breath was coming out in short pants. He was panicking, but he didn't do anything, he just sat there saying sorry over and over again.
"Y-Yoosung..!" Seven reached for the door handle, turned it, and it was unlocked so he quickly slid it open. He saw Yoosung sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and repeating 'I'm sorry' under his breath. He quickly made his over to him and embraced him in a protective hug. "Shhhhh..shshhhhh...shhh.." He quietly hushed Yoosung as he had one hand wrapped around his back and the other under his shoulder, where his hand met the back of Yoosung's head. He rubbed little circles into his head and back. "It's ok Yoosung. I'm ok Yoosung. Just let it all out and calm down a little." He knew it was the early stage of a panic attack, and he was prepared for what he had to do in case it got worse. It has been a long night, indeed. Yoosung might have been tired, but he wasn't too sure. In his calmest, sweetest, most steadiest voice he sang a lullaby to him, in hopes it might calm him down a little.
"Close your eyes,
go to sleep.
Drift into dreams,
the sun will soon rise.
I'll be right here,
'til you close your eyes.
Listen my dear,
to my lullaby..."
Yoosung barely jolted when Seven came and wrapped him in a hug, his breathing barely slowed but he stopped talking, and as he began singing he calmed down more, his breathing evened out and he leaned into Seven, falling into that state between being asleep and not. He drowsily turned his head, nosing at the underside of Seven's jaw and humming along with the lullaby. Eventually words formed and came out of his mouth, "My mother sang me this when I was a kid.." It was quiet like a breath and Yoosung continued "I haven't heard it in a while.." His voice faded as the song continued, and he joined back in, going from humming to actually singing along with Seven. As the song came to an end, Yoosung leaned back and looked Seven in the eyes, both of them had eyes red rimmed from crying and Sung cracked a small smile. "We'll get through this together, yea?" His voice was still soft and a bit crackly from crying. He leaned forward and gave Seven a small peck, "You're a star, please never stop shining."
Seven loved Yoosung's voice whenever he hummed, or sang, or anything. He was smiling when he heard Yoosung hum and sing along with him. When the lullaby ended and Yoosung looked him in the eyes, he too had noticed they both had red eyes from crying. When Yoosung said 'We'll get through this together, yea?' Seven let out a barely audible whisper in response. "Yes..we will." When Yoosung gave him a peck, he kissed him back, now in heavenly bliss and blushing. His face started to match his eyes, both competing with his hair. "You are also a star Yoosung." He cupped his hands around Yoosung's cheeks. "Never let yourself or anyone else tell you otherwise, you got it? Stay strong, because you are strong." He said to him before kissing down the tear stains on his face. "I love you." "I love you." He said it again. "I love you.." He always loved saying this to Yoosung because it was true and made him feel good, he honestly loved saying those 3 special words in general. "I love you." He whispered one and last final time.
Yoosung giggled, "I love you too." he told Seven fondly, repeating over and over as he wiped the tears from Seven's eyes, they sat there a moment longer, just in each others arms. "We should get off this floor, go to bed and actually sleep." He stretched as best he could with Seven wrapped around him. "If we go to bed, we can cuddle properly," He winked at Seven and carefully extracted himself from the secure hug, helping Seven to his feet. Yoosung began pulling him out of the bathroom beginning to hum 'I Can't Help Falling In Love With You' finally reaching his bedroom he pushed Seven toward the bed and gratefully sank into the plush of his bed, "Please join me, I want to sleep forever."
He chuckled as he climbed into the bed with Yoosung. "I'll be the big spoon, yea?" He cocooned Yoosung's back with himself, his stomach flush to Yoosung's back, and wrapped his arms around Yoosung's waist. He hummed happily and kissed the back of his neck, yawning a bit afterwards. It has truly been an exhausting night.
Yoosung snuggled in, wiggling backwards to be sure he is in the most comfortable position possible. He yawned as well and laced the fingers of one of his hands with Seven's, he loved how perfect he seemed to fit under Seven, it was lovely. He gently closed his eyes muttering out, "Night, I love you." Before snuggling in to fall asleep.
"I love you too.." Seven whispered before he drifted into a slumber, never once slackening his grip on Yoosung.

A/N: I love this song so much, and Elvis Presley in general, so here it is in case you have never heard it~