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

MC survives the bomb (Alternate Ending)

You were alive. You were badly burned and had yet to wake up, but you were alive; doctors kept saying that they'd been lucky - that you had been lucky. It was a miracle that you had survived when you had basically been sitting on top of the bomb when it went off.

The minute Yoosung's phone had rung he had dashed out of the door, rushing to the hospital Seven had told him you had been admitted to. It had been agonising waiting for the all clear from the doctors, just for you to be thrown into a surgery for skin grafting on a lot of the right side of your body, including your face and neck.

Finally at around noon, almost 12 hours after the initial explosion, the doctor gave in to Yoosung's desperate puppy eyes and agreed he could see you, if only for a few minutes.

Half your face was covered in bandages and you were still unconscious; your chest rose and fell heavily. Parts of your hair were badly singed.

"It might be a long time before she wakes up," the attending nurse told him quietly, "Her body underwent quite the ordeal. It's a miracle that she's here with only burns to worry about." Yoosung nodded, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched you sleep. This was his angel, the person he had longed to see for days; pining to you every day over the phone how much he wanted to get lost in your eyes.

"Is... is it okay if I hold her hand?" He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his hoodie sleeve roughly.

The nurse sighed but nodded, "Just a little bit. If you need me, just call." And then she left him alone with you.

He was hesitant to approach you, scared that even the lightest touch would somehow shatter you into a million pieces. He shuffled over to your left side, and after staring at your hand for what seemed like years, finally slid his fingers in between yours. Your skin was hot, almost feverish compared to his and he rubbed his thumb gently over your knuckles, touch feather-light.

"It's... nice to meet you in person, MC," he swallowed, voice threatening to crack, "I don't know if you remember the dork with the star in his name from the chatroom, but here I am."

He could have sworn he saw your eye flutter, the other still covered with bandages. He kept talking.

"I wanted to meet you so badly. Maybe it was because I wanted it so much that you ended up getting hurt." His other hand curled into a fist, nails digging into his flesh until his hand was trembling under the pressure.

"This is my fault. I- I should've tried harder to get Seven to tell me the address. Or something! If I wasn't so useless I'm sure I could have protected you! If I wasn't so weak you wouldn't have gotten hurt! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry MC."

You stirred and his eyes widened, "MC?"

"...oo..s..ng..."

"I'm here! I'm here now! Should I get the nurse?"

"Sss...tay..."

He stroked your hand tenderly, your voice no matter how weak, calmed him down immediately: "Always."