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

MC has left the chatroom

It had happened so quickly. That was what everyone said. The police. The survivors. The RFA.

For Yoosung, he had died along with you. Or he wished he had.

In seven days he had completely fallen for you. The kindness and support you showed him every single day; the comfort you gave him every morning with a cheerful "Good morning, Yoosung! Did you sleep well?" or in the evening when you asked him how his day was. With you, he felt safe. He felt valid. You didn't treat him like a little boy but as a young man. You had faith in him when he felt lost. It wasn't anyone else but you who made him want to give life another shot. You were his personal angel, his player two... his first love.

1:29am.

For some reason, people kept reassuring him that it had happened very quickly; that you wouldn't have felt any pain when it happened as though just by that fact alone he should be grateful. When the fire crew recovered your body one of them mentioned that you'd been on the charred remains of your bed. Had you been asleep when your life was stolen?

The thought of it wouldn't leave him. You'd been so happy the previous evening when he'd asked you to be his pre-girlfriend. So much so that you'd kept calling him every half hour to check up on him - cute little phone calls filled with excited giggles from both you.

"I really want to see you," you'd murmured on the phone, sleepy from the excitement of that day. Neither of you had mentioned the bomb, too absorbed in the bliss of your blossoming relationship. His heart had skipped a beat and suddenly his whole body was enveloped in warmth. He knew in that moment how much he loved you.

But like he'd said in a previous phone call that evening, it was important to hold back in relationships at first or else you might get sick of each other.

I'll tell her at the party, he had vowed, It's so close now.

And then an hour after he'd said what would be his last words to you, he received a call from Seven who was so quiet and scared, his stomach sank. He knew it was bad news, but nothing could have prepared him for the worst phone call of his life.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Seven? What is it? What's happened?"

"It was a remote detonation... I didn't know... and now... and now..."

Yoosung couldn't keep the phone at his ear steady, "D-detonation? What do you mean? What's happened!? Is it MC? Is she okay? Seven answer me!"

The most painful silence of his life and then, "S-she's gone. Yoosung, she's gone. M-MC is gone... the whole building went up... she was the only casualty. It's all my fault Yoosung, I'm so sorry. So sorry–" His cellphone had fallen from his hand, clattering on the floor. His knees caved in, hitting the kitchen tiles and making him whimper in pain.

It isn't real. It isn't real. It isn't real. MC is alive. MC is alive. She must be. She wouldn't die. Not when she promised to be with me. Not when we had plans. There's the party still... she wouldn't leave when we have the party.

The day of the party turned into the day of your funeral.

Out of respect for the party-coordinator who had tried so hard to encourage them to attend; the recommended guests had attended with condolences to the RFA for their loss: words about her potential were often used, but Yoosung didn't listen to half of them. It wasn't real. Not to him.

When they showed a projection of a young woman to the guests, he lost it. Whimpering, the tears sliding down his face wouldn't stop. No matter how much his head throbbed or his eyes screamed, he couldn't. Because you were so beautiful to him. You looked nothing like Rika as he had said in the chatroom with Seven. You looked like you, and you were beautiful. The brightness in your eyes, the cute way your lips formed a shy smile.

His entire body trembled; the funeral director kept talking but all he could hear was buzzing. Within his hand was a crumpled piece of paper. He'd deliberated so much on what to write, how to write it. So many regrets. For days he'd been wishing he could see you.

Just not like this.

Why hadn't he told you he loved you during that final phone call?

Why? Why? WHY?! That rule was stupid, just like you'd said. He loved you! He really, really loved you! He loved you so much that his heart felt like it would burst whenever you called him cute or reminded him that you'd always be there to support him. He loved you so much that he'd spent most of his class lecture with one eye on his phone waiting to see if you logged in to the chatroom. He had already planned out the first date he wanted to take you on: the movies, holding hands in the dark; going to a cafe for a milkshake afterwards just talking and laughing about nothing, both of you too nervous to do anything but giggle and blush over anything and everything. He'd walk you home, and then wrap his arms around you, never wanting to let go.

Why were you gone? Why had you left him?

Why hadn't he told you?

It was his turn to speak in front of everyone. So many faces. He shoved the paper into his pocket. You deserved so much better than to go like this. Had you gone to sleep that night looking forward to talking more in the morning? He knew you set an alarm early just so you could catch him before he went to university. He'd heard the yawns on the phone because you tried so hard to spend as much time as possible talking to him.

So many faces, but none of them were the one he wanted to see.

"MC," he fought to keep his voice steady but before he knew it he was sobbing, body wracked with tears.

"We didn't know each other long," he sobbed, "But... But... I really loved you MC! I cherished you from the bottom of my heart. And it kills me... it kills me that I didn't tell you that when I had the chance. I love you MC... I love... I lo–" and then his throat became so choked that he had to be guided away by Seven and Zen.

"I'm... I"m looking at the night sky. I hope we're both looking at the same direction."

"The stars look so pretty."

"I'm sure your eyes shine just as bright. Just like your beautiful heart... I won't be able to escape your eyes... They're like a black hole... I can't wait to meet you. I want to look up at the sky with you... and make good memories."