Until the End of the World🌹 (Saeran Choi fanfiction/drabbles)

Forgiveness (Saeran × MC)

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Curled up in a ball under the silken, pastel coloured sheets with the down pillow under your head damp from tears, you were just about ready to admit defeat. You were exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and yet sleep remained elusive -hunger gnawed at your insides, preventing you from getting some much needed rest. Worse still were the cruel words that played repeatedly in your mind, keeping you awake as they tore at your heart and ripped it to shreds. But despite the fact that common sense was screeching at you to flee, despite how close to the verge of giving up you were, the promise you made to Ray -or Saeran, as you learnt was his real name- kept you rooted in this room.

You froze when the door to your room creaked open, signaling to you that your captor had returned. You cowered under the sheets as you felt the mattress indent under the additional weight, bracing yourself for the next scathing remark, the next harsh comment, the next blow aimed too close at your head...that never came. Instead, you could feel fingers gently combing through the hair that spilled across your pillow; the touch so soft that it instantly brought memories of Ray's gentle caress to the forefront of your mind. You slowly peeled the blanket away from your face and snuck a peak at your companion. The room was too dark to get a proper glimpse at his facial expression, but the moonlight filtering in through the lace curtains was enough to allow you to see that the brashness and irrational anger that you had learnt to associate with him was missing from his mint coloured eyes. Catiously, you risked whispering his name. "Sae...ran?"

He turned to glance at you, and you instinctively tensed up. You got the sense though, that you no longer had to fear the young man seated beside you. When he spoke, his voice was void of any aggression.

"You're trembling...I'm not here to hurt you." He whispered, answering the unspoken question that echoed at the back of your mind. You could hear undercurrents of sorrow and guilt in his voice. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to be my mother."

You blinked at him, uncomprehending. For a moment, you were certain you were dreaming; playing out an illusion that your mind had conjured up to keep you sane. Movements clumsy with exhaustion, you struggled to push yourself into an upright position. "Saeran?"

"I'm here. I'm sorry....I'm so sorry."

He abruptly reached out to pull you closer to him, resting his chin on the top of your head. Enveloped in his tight embrace, tears misted over your eyes as your mind fought to understand that no, you weren't hallucinating. This was all 100% real. Flinging your arms around his waist, you repeated his name over and over again, each repitition becoming more and more garbled as sobs forced their way up your throat. You could feel his arms tightening around you in response as he whispered something softly into your hair, his voice so quiet that you almost didn't catch it. "I love you."

"But why?" Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper. You looked up at him, fresh tears filling your already swollen eyes. "You said...you..."

"Because you bug me, brat. Duh." Soft laughter rumbled in his chest. You felt his lips brush against your forehead as he tightened his grip around you once more, pulling you more snugly into his embrace. "I tried so hard not to fall for you. Tried so hard to convince myself I didn't want you...didn't need you in my life. I tried so hard to convince you that. And yet for some insane reason, no matter how many times I pushed you away, no matter how many times I hurt you," You hear his voice crack. "You never got angry, or gave up on me. You never tried to hurt me back, even though I know damn well that I would have deserved it if you did."

"I know I don't deserve you after all that I've done. Not even a little bit. But God..." He's struggling to keep his composure now, and you feel your hair growing slightly damp as tears fall from his eyes. "I can't stop wishing for you to be mine. And if you're willing to give me another chance, I swear to God I will treasure you for all my life and never let you go..."

You cut off his words by compulsively pressing your lips to his in a kiss that tasted of tears and love and forgiveness. He stiffens momentarily, unsure of how to react, but as seconds past you feel him relax and kiss you back tenderly. When the both of you finally break apart, gasping a little for air, an affectionate smile graces your lips. "I love you too."