« yoosung x reader »
IT'S BEEN THREE days since your boyfriend, Yoosung Kim, sat in front of his computer screen. The only times he'd stand up is when he had to go to the bathroom.
His addiction to LOLOL was at the point when he couldn't even look at you anymore for more than a second.
You were annoyed and hurt at the same time, cursing the game developer of LOLOL for even creating that in the first place. It was the reason you and Yoosung were drifting apart.
You sighed, turning your gaze back to your wardrobe, you wore your black Metallica (/favorite band) hoodie and plopped down the mattress, not caring about the junk food wrappers that trashed the whole place.
You didn't bother on wearing any pants. It was only you and your boyfriend after all, living in a small dorm.
A couple of minutes passed, your hopes of him dropping his controller and plopping down next to you was slowly vanishing. Feeling the need to do something, you stood up, sitting next to him closely.
You rested your head against his shoulders, hugging your knees to your chest as you stared at his face from the corner of your eye.
Like the last two nights, the lack of sleep was obvious just by looking at his eyes. The bags below his eyelids darkened even more. His hair, unkept for days, were sticking up at every direction.
"Yoosung..." you mumble, catching the male's attention.
"Oh, (Y/N)! When... how long have you been here?" He asked, switching gazes between you and the screen.
"I thought you already went to bed," he added, focusing himself onto the screen. He kept a firm gaze onto what he was playing, completely ignoring you in a matter of seconds.
You sighed, a dull ache forming in your chest. Tears started to fall from your cheeks, your eyes still glued to the screen of his computer. You let them fall onto your knees, knowing that he won't even notice in the first place.
"I was... waiting for you," you replied, trailing off at the end. Yoosung didn't even bother to look at you anymore, or even notice your faint whimpers.
"You what?" He asked.
A shot through the heart. You looked away, biting your lip in hurt.
"Nothing. Continue playing," you replied, not wanting to repeat yourself anymore.
Yoosung made a quick glance towards you, catching a glimpse of your wet cheeks. His eyes widened at the sight, immediately losing focus towards the level he was playing.
Yoosung had lots of weaknesses to begin with, and one was seeing you cry.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, his brows arched with worry.
Your hands balled into fists in anger. You grit your teeth, glaring at him with intense hatred and longing.
"How can you even ask that? You can't even look me in the face!" You snapped, irritation surfacing at a fast pace. You stood up, your heart thumping inside your chest. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, you could feel the pulse of your body up to the thinnest vessels in your ear.
"All you ever did is face that fucking computer screen! For three whole days, of ignoring me, all you can ask is why I'm crying?" You hissed. Yoosung had stopped moving his fingers as his screen turned black.
GAME OVER
"(Y/N), I-"
"No!" You held out a finger in front of his face. "Don't say anything to me, just keep playing. I'm going to sleep," you say, bitterness seeping into your words.
With that, you plopped down the bed, not daring to look at Yoosung for the last time before closing your eyes. You were angry and lonely, and it seemed like he doesn't really care about anything or anyone anymore except his game.
You sigh, forcing yourself to sleep, despite the burning rage in your heart.
•••
You were woken up by the sound of sniffing and crying. You intended to ignore it and go on with your sleep, but then again, your curiosity kept on bugging you - leaving you sitting down on your bed, eyes darting across the room warily.
You tiptoed your way outside of the room to see Yoosung curled up on the floor. He hugged his knees to his chest, facing the wall that separated you from him for the last few hours of your sleep.
His breath was shaky, tears were pooling at the side of his face that was pressed against the floor. You felt a pang on your chest just by looking at him in that state. He looked like a mess.
"Yoosung..?" You called out in a soft tone. The blonde's gaze landed on you, his eyes widening in surprise. He slowly sat down, facing you with a glum expression.
He scratched the back of his head. "(Y/N)... what are you doing up so late?" He asked.
You sat down in front of him, looking down to your feet with guilt. "I couldn't really get some sleep," you replied, scratching your cheek a little.
Silence lingered between the two of you for a long time. Yoosung kept on making nervous glances towards you, looking to see if you were angry.
You decided that it would be a nice time to apologize for lashing out on him. You couldn't really stand getting angry at him for a long time.
"I'm sorry for lashing out on you," you mumbled. Yoosung's eyes widened, another teardrop running down his face.
"It's just that it's been really lonely. You were always playing, and I got pretty jealous that--"
You felt a hand ontop of you. You looked up and saw Yoosung leaning over to your face, his lips grazing against yours softly.
You could feel his warm breath on your lips. You felt your heart skip a beat - stunning you for a few seconds. You smiled after, closing the space between your lips.
Yoosung pushed you onto the floor, holding onto your shoulders. He kissed you hungrily with strong passion, as if he was saying sorry for not showing you his affection for a long time.
He pulled away, trying to catch his breath. He loomed over you, his cheeks slightly tinted with pink as he looks down at your face.
He leans over to your ear and pressed his lips against it. "I'm sorry. Would you let me make up for those three days?"
His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine. You smiled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
He looked back at you with a flustered face. He scratched his cheek gently, his gaze darting from one place to another.
"I-I'll take that as a yes then," he mumbled, he lifted you up from the floor, his hands supporting your weight on your back and calves.
He placed you onto the soft mattress, placing his hand ontop of your breast gently. You let out a soft moan of his name, turning him and his not-so-innocent thoughts on.
Let's just say... you had a rather wild night.
HONHONHONHONHON
