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

(TW) MC tells Yoosung she lost a family member to suicide

When you told him, the first thing he did was hug you tightly without a word. His arms around you were firm and he drew you closer to him, protectively. Suddenly it made so much sense why you could understand his grief over Rika; why you never lost your patience with him even when he'd become confused over the two of you.

You had lost someone too.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear, "I didn't even know... I'm sorry... "

"I didn't tell you," you whispered into his chest, "Everyone seems uncomfortable whenever I bring it up, because it was suicide... So I just got used to not telling anyone."

"You can tell me now," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning in to kiss your forehead, leaving his lips lingering over your skin for a moment longer, "You helped me so much by listening to me share memories about Rika so... I'll always be here to listen to you, whenever you need me."

Your chest ached, and you felt as tears slid down your face – the emotions you had kept bottled up now coming forth all at once as you became vulnerable in front of the one person who would understand your pain; your tears; the tired ache that you felt in your chest whenever you thought about the person you had lost; the what if set of mind that you had indulged yourself in at night when life was rough. Yoosung understood, and just the idea that you were no longer alone in your grief had your shoulders shaking as your entire body trembled.

"I miss them," your voice cracked, "I miss them so much."

He rubbed you back soothingly, "I know, Jagiya." A few moments in silence passed, and he took the opportunity to guide you to the sofa, his arms around you still firm as you curled into him – face buried in his chest once again. His fingers stroked through your hair, "It's okay to cry, MC," he whispered to you kindly, his own voice wavering from seeing you in so much pain, "I'll always be here so... you can let it all out... I'll be right here, my love."

There was already a wet patch on his hoodie from how much you'd already cried, but you couldn't stop. The way he refused to leave, the way he murmured reassurances and understanding words in your ear while your heart bled for him to see.. it was too much to handle.

You were sobbing into his chest uncontrollably, not caring that you were now sniffing with a blocked nose, or that your eyes were bloodshot and sore as you wiped the never-ending flow of tears away.

"I'm here," he kept whispering, his voice cracked and emotional, and you knew that he was crying with you and doing his best to hold it together, "I'll always be here... "

When your tears finally dry up, he kisses the top of your head and makes you a hot cup of tea to soothe your dehydrated body, his arm still wrapped firmly around your waist while you take tentative sips of the hot, sweet liquid. He'd added honey to help with your throat, which was scratchy from crying.

After finishing up, he led you into bed, tucking you in on one side before sliding under the covers from the other and holding you close, a comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of your breathing between you.

"Do you think they're happy up there?" You asked as sleep began to take you. His body was warm and that warmth enveloped you in a cocoon, leaving you to feel safe and drowsy.

You felt weak from crying, but lighter than you had in years.

"I'm sure they are," he replied kindly, once again kissing your forehead, "And maybe they met Rika and became friends... Maybe they're happy that we managed to find each other and heal each other's hurt."

"I... hope... so..." you yawned one last time before you slipped away in dreamland.

Yoosung cupped your cheek tenderly, his chest filled with a sadness he hadn't felt since the night he'd cried on the phone to you about Rika so long ago.

You had felt the same hurt he had... and now he knew that he wasn't imagining the sound of you crying on the other end of the phone with him that night.

"I love you, MC," he murmured, "I'll do everything I can to make sure you never feel alone so... please be happy."

He quickly switched off the bedside lamp, casting one last glance at you before extinguishing the light and cuddling close to you again.

"Good night, MC."