★Please... cherish me★ | Yoosung x Reader

Cuddles: when you're upset

Yoosung found you hiding underneath your bed covers, trying to muffle your tears as the anxiety in your chest made your breathing rapid and uneven. You'd seemed quiet when you'd come home, and he could tell right away that you were feeling down; he'd followed you into your bedroom only to find you'd jumped into bed, sniffling into your pillow.

It had just been a bad day for you.

"MC?" He asked gently, coming to sit on the bed next to your covered form, "What happened?"

When you didn't reply, he carefully tried to peel back the duvet, only for you to cling to it tightly.

So he opted to slide into bed next to you instead, slowly bringing his arms to protectively draw you to him as you continued to sniffle and weep into his chest, soaking his shirt with salty tears.

"I r-really m-messed up today," you sobbed, "I'm so useless."

He let his hand stroke your head, fingers running through soft strands of your hair. He whispered to you soothingly:

"Don't be so hard on yourself, MC. Everyone messes up sometimes, and you always try your best." His touch drifted from your hair to your back where he began to rub circles in a way he hoped was reassuring.

Minutes passed, and you grew quiet. A small sigh escaped your mouth and he realised you had fallen asleep in his arms, the warmth of your body against his.

Blushing from the intimacy, he brushed a stray hair from your face and kissed the top of your head as he held you closer to him.

You'd always felt vulnerable letting others see you upset, he knew that the way you had embraced him instead of shying away was a huge sign of trust in him. He hated seeing you in pain when he believed you deserved every happiness in the world. But he knew that sometimes bad days would happen, and he wanted to always be there for you to lean on.

Like now, with you in his arms.

Suddenly he froze when you muttered something in your sleep - before lightly pecking his chest, something he barely felt through his shirt, but still had his blush spread like wildfire.

He brought his lips to your forehead, kissing you again, watching your sleeping form with tender eyes.

"I love you MC." He wanted to say more, about sharing your pain to ease the burden, how he wanted to love you more and more so you never felt lonely again.

But for now, he was content to bury his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent, and succumbed to sleep himself, the two of you tangled in each other's embrace.