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

Prompt Game: "Merry Christmas, you dork."

For the first time in his single-until-recently life, Yoosung Kim would be spending Christmas Day with someone other than his family.

And boy was he excited!

Finally, he could post his own photos on Fakebook, boasting about his lovey-dovey relationship to his friends at university. The two of you had already had one shy, inevitably awkward, but incredibly sweet afternoon of putting up the Christmas tree at the beginning of the month after he'd finished his last big exam of the year - you had bumped hands whilst putting up the tree ornaments 47 times and he'd been at risk of a heart attack every single time.

At your suggestion, it had been decided that he would host a good old-fashioned sleepover at his place - the two of you would snuggle up in a blanket on his bed and watch some of the best rom-coms and Christmas movies known to man on his computer, while gorging yourselves on popcorn, and sharing an incredibly rare packet of Honey Buddha Chips that he had bought online (at an exorbitant price but it's Christmas so who cares if they were fifty bucks when his love for you is infinite?). When Christmas Day finally came around at midnight, the two of you would be together... and if Yoosung dared to hope, you would have already fallen asleep... on his shoulder... still holding hands... (๑>ᴗ<๑)♡*

But as it turned out - you're not such an easy target.

It was 11:42pm on Christmas Eve and even though he had noted approvingly that you were yawning more frequently - you were still going strong and were nowhere near the 'falling asleep on his shoulder' stage yet. And what was worse was... he was getting sleepy.

He couldn't help it.

Through his thin curtains he could make out the movement of snow leisurely falling from the moonlit sky - the wind occasionally giving the odd howl of encouragement as it picked up from time to time. This meant the temperature had dropped, and the cocoon the two of you had created as your bodies were nestled together, was become very warm. He was conscious of your every movement.

Whenever you shifted into a more comfortable position, his heart would pound so hard! When part of the selected movie was boring, you would rub intricate patterns into the back of his hand. Not to mention that before he left your cocoon at the end of each movie - you would peck his cheek and ruffle his hair fondly:

"Thank you, honey~" You had managed to whisper happily to him every time. Forget choosing Christmas movies - he was ready to get you your own pet reindeer if you looked at him like that when you asked! (⺣◡⺣)♡*

But the problem remained that he was completely and absolutely surrounded by your love, kindness and warmth. And it was making him too relaxed. If he didn't do something... he really would... fall... asleep...

He yawned as the credits popped onto the screen, and he felt your body curl up into him even more as his own head lowered with fatigue - but still noting the ongoing absence of your head on his shoulder.

"Are you... getting tired, Jagi?" He asked you, blushing as his lips lightly brushed the top of your head as he spoke. You were so close! The fluttering in his heart was just enough to keep him awake.

"Mmm..." Mumbling into his favourite Christmas sweater, you snuggled even closer, blissfully unaware(?) of his shy reactions. Your hands were entwined, and his arm had naturally come to pull you closer to his chest after you'd shifted position again... he was like a human heater... so warm... like the sun.

*Snore*

Something heavy resting on the top of your head kept you from dozing off completely; accompanied by the sound of someone (and you had no doubt that this person was the cutest person you had ever met) lightly snoring.

You gently squeezed his hand, "Yoosungie?" You kept your voice to a whisper, but your sleeping boyfriend didn't respond and his slumber remained undisturbed.

Wiggling carefully out of his embrace, you slowly let his body sink into the mattress until he was snoring soundly with an actual pillow as his pillow and used the blanket you had been sharing to tuck him in; popping his glasses off onto his bedside table.

With only the glow of the computer screen to illuminate his sleeping face, you leaned in closer, unable to resist giving him his first Christmas present.

And as your lips found his forehead and left a tender kiss on his soft skin, under his breath you heard him mutter a name. Your name.

Heart swelling, you smiled fondly at the man who you cherished with everything you had. So far, he had made your Christmas so undeniably special. Just being with the person you loved unconditionally had a way of making the simplest day the most unforgettable.

And now you dearly wanted to do the same for him.

"Merry Christmas, you dork."

Ruffling his silky golden hair one last time, you sank comfortably to the floor and let your head rest on his mattress, cushioned by your folded arms. From here you could listen as his chest rose and fell, creating a lullaby to send you into a blissful sleep.