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

Nightmare

I originally wrote this as something I could read after I started to get nightmares frequently. It might be more emotional than something I would usually write because I wrote it in the moment, back before I even started this blog. I decided to emit some of the more personalised touches from this that I included from my own life situation so that others could be comforted too. I hope it helps.

It was a nightmare. A nightmare where they blamed all of their misfortune on you. Deafening screams. You was misfortune. You made people miserable. You were worthless. You should be dead.

"MC! MC!"

A voice called out to you in your despair, dragging your subconscious away from the land of sleep.

When you woke you felt something warm entwined with your fingers. It was his hand.

Yoosung was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, obviously worried.

"It was a bad dream again, wasn't it?" He said. Gently, he wiped your face, and that was the first time you noticed the tears running down your cheeks.

Embarrassed, you turned onto your side so your back was to Yoosung. It seemed that recently all he saw you do was cry, and it's pathetic. Not to mention that you're only crying because you feel sorry for yourself. I don't deserve a pity party.

An arm curled around your waist, and you felt his chin rest on your shoulder, breath against your ear.

"You dreamt about them again, didn't you?" It's a question, but you knew that he knew.

"You can tell me about it if that will help," he suggested, but you shook your head. Your dream was stupid. You shouldn't burden him with it too.

He sensed your hesitation and gently leant over to kiss your cheek, "Please?"

You stayed silent for a few extra moments, but the temptation to be selfish wins out.. as usual.

You told him everything, still refusing to face him. In your mind you could still hear the screams. Everything is my fault. It's always my fault. My existence is an ongoing problem...

"That's not true," Yoosung told you, "You are a truly wonderful person and you deserve so much better than people who treat you like that."

You slowly rolled back around to face him; his eyes were determined on you. Do I really matter that much to him?

He inched closer, wriggling into your embrace and softly sighing when he managed to get high enough to rest his chin on the top of your head. Hidden in his chest, you rubbed circles into his bare forearms, heart racing when he kissed and stroked your hair.

I... love this person.

"I want to hug all of your bad dreams away," he whispered into your hair, "So let's stay like this until you drop off again, 'kay?"

You nodded slowly, his scent made your eyes succumb to sleepiness. He smelt like home.

His arms wrapped around your form perfectly and you tried to snuggle further into his chest. This closeness makes me feel loved and supported... More... I want... More.

"I hope you have sweet dreams this time," he whispered as you drifted off with your arm across his waist, while you used his chest as your pillow, "Remember, I love you. And I'll always be here when you wake up."