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

Prompt Game: Mistletoe

As Christmas approached, it was becoming exceedingly clear to you that your darling boyfriend was up to something. Ever since you had celebrated your first Christmas together, it had instantly become the best day of the year for the both of you. A peaceful day where you could just spend the entire time together - no jobs or university responsibilities. Just spending the time laughing merrily and making memories together. The second year, you had visited Yoosung's family home and his mother had doted on you the entire time.

You were ready for a slightly more.... relaxed Christmas after that.But recently you had visited Yoosung in his apartment only to hear him murmuring to someone — deep in conversation — on the phone, and the moment he saw you standing in the doorway, he would frantically mutter farewells to the person on the other end, before greeting you with an affectionate kiss.

When you arranged to catch up with members of the RFA, you would arrive late only to see the same sort of situation - the other members would be listening intently as Yoosung spoke. You were almost certain it had something to do with Christmas, which is why - as excited as you were to spend time with your lovely boyfriend, you were also understandably anxious.

Just what was he planning?

You traipsed through the snow towards his apartment on Christmas morning. Despite all of your worries, he hadn't seemed opposed to you coming over for Christmas. Maybe you were just imagining things. But you were remembering the last phone call you had gotten - at 6am that same morning.

"Y-Yoosungie?"

"Ahh~ Jagi - did I wake you?"

"A bit..."

"Sorry~!! I just... well, I needed to know... Jagiya... you're not allergic to anything, are you? Like... specifically, mistletoe?"

"N-no...?"

"O-oh? Thank God! I-I mean, you should get some more sleep, my love. I'll see you later?"

"Y-yeah."

Mistletoe.

It would either make or break someone's Christmas. A romantic idea, yes of course. But also, a terribly abused power when placed in the hands of the wrong person. How many times had mistletoe wrongfully stolen the first kiss of girls at stupid teen parties? Even though you knew Yoosung would never force you to do anything you weren't comfortable with (and you were very comfortable kissing him ^^), the phone call had prompted the question you had been asking yourself all month:

What on earth was he up to?

But when you reached his apartment and let yourself in, he hadn't given anything away - but he was dressed in the attire he usually saved for the RFA parties. Compared to the season-appropriate Christmas sweater dress you had thought would look cute to wear, you now felt drastically under-dressed for the occasion.

"Honey!" He enveloped you in a bear hug, squeezing you tightly and lingering for just a second longer before eagerly giving you a quick peck on your lips. As the day progressed, your suspicions became stronger. Yoosung was an open book, and when something was bothering him, it was impossible for him to hide it. He struggled to dish up the dinner he had spent hours meticulously preparing - he'd dropped utensils on the floor of his kitchenette, and he'd even pricked his finger on shards of a broken plate while insisting that he handle everything in case you got hurt.

And then dinner... he had barely touched it; also, his face was unusually red. Perhaps he was feeling unwell? You were beginning to feel more and more bad that he wasn't enjoying the day to the fullest.

"Yoosung?" It was time for you to step in, "Is there something wrong? Are you sick?" He blinked and fiddled with something in the pocket of his trousers as he had the moment you had both sat down to eat.

"A-ah, n-no. I'm fine, Jagi, really."

You regarded him skeptically, "Really? Because you've been acting kinda weird today - and for the entire month... Is everything okay?" You reached across the table to take his other hand, and you felt the muscles in his body relax immediately. As though your familiar touch had switched something within him, he entwined your fingers and stood, gently pulling you up to do the same.

"L-let's go for a walk," he said, "The park will look really pretty with all the lights!" He added hastily before you could say anything else.

He wasn't wrong. Someone had covered the trees in the park with Christmas lights, some winding up and up over huge boughs, the colours glowing brilliantly and reflecting off the snow. You forgot about your suspicions for just a moment, amazed by the mystical lighting.

An opportune moment was all Yoosung needed.When he cleared his throat, albeit awkwardly, you gasped as you turned and saw him on one knee in the snow - a velvet ring box in his hand with an amethyst set ring gleaming under the Christmas lights.

"Yoosung?" You stammered, your emotions now switched. Different from his previously skittish state, Yoosung now seemed more resolute and calm. It was then you noticed the tree you were standing under and your observant eyes caught onto the final piece of the puzzle.

Mistletoe.

"I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned."

You knew that he was trying furiously not to blush from his boldness, but the scarlet blush you had grown to love so much had crept up on him once again.

"I wanted to make this Christmas really special... I wanted to tell you - to show you - just how much I love you. Ever since we met you've treated me with so much warmth and kindness that at times I didn't even deserve." He took a deep breath, "You encouraged me to have hope for my future; to bury Rika in my heart - and you helped healed a scar that I never thought I'd be able to let go of... I never thought I could ever feel happy again - but I can say truthfully that I'm happier than I've ever been. In every way you are far too good for me, but I–" With tears in his eyes which he furiously wiped away with the back of his hand, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, MC. I-is that okay?"

You bit your lip, resisting the urge to cry but failing majorly as tears slid down your cheeks.

"Of course it is you big dork!" You threw your arms around him, and you both toppled into the snow while he checked momentarily that the ring was still in its box.And it fit you perfectly - the purple stone gleaming on its silver band.

But you quickly turned your attention back to your fiance, and covered his rosy face in kisses, drunk on the moment of mirth.

"I... love.... you... so... much..." You murmured breathlessly, in between kisses while his blush continued to grow.

"Merry Christmas, honey," he whispered back.