Yanyan De Jesus X Reader

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Yanyan's POV:

Y/n went to go buy some stuff that she needs and left me here by myself. I mean I was used to being alone but I guess I missed her.

Oh no don't tell me I like her she probably doesn't even like me back. She doesn't deserve me. But then again she's like me but I don't know her conditions.

'Maybe I should look in her stuff? No Yanyan you need to respect her. But I want to know how to help her' I thought.

I walked over to her stuff and looked for anything that would help me know her conditions but I know she had depression.

I found a bag that has dirty and has blood on it. 'This is it' I thought.

I picked it up and opened it. I almost cried. There were razors, toothbrush with vomit on lined around it, cigarettes and lighter, and some unopened anxiety meds.

"Okay this girl has a lot of problems and I'm willing to help" I said.

Just then the door opener. I quickly zipped the bag back up and put it with her stuff then I ran to my bed and jumped on it grabbing my phone and opening TikTok to see the comments from my followers.

I looked up from my phone. "Hey Y/N how are you" I asked before looking back down at my phone.

"I'm good at the moment" she said.

Your POV:

"Hey Y/n can I talk to you about something" Yanyan said.

I turned around and saw the look on his face. ' 'Oh no what if he went through my stuff I knew I shouldn't have left it here alone with him' I thought.

"Yeah what do you want to talk about" I said nervously. He patted the bed beside him.

I sat down and he pulled me into a tight hug. "Y/n just know that what your going through I know exactly how you feel" he whispered in my ear.

"And how would you know how I feel" I said back.

He pulled away from me face showing a little hurt. He got up and grabbed my hand leading me to the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeves and showed his wrists to me.

I looked at them. I gasped softly. His wrists were covered in scars from cutting. I ran my fingers over the scars. I heard him shudder and I looked up he had tears flowing down his cheeks.

I quickly wiped away his tears but they kept falling. I figured it triggered a memory for him when he showed me his scars. Then I remembered the first day I saw him he was wearing a T-shirt how could I not see the scars before.

It was like he read my mind. "I-I use ma-makeup to cov-cover my scars" he stuttered.

"Oh Yan I'm sorry your trying to help me when you have your own things going on now it's my turn to help you" I said and gave him a hug. He nodded.

I walked him back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed then I pulled Yan on top of me his head on my chest.

He looked up at me. "It's okay you can let it out" I said.

I comforted him as he cried. He ended up soaking my shirt but did I care no. He cried for an hour and eventually fell asleep. I then got the chance to observe him and I did. I saw eye bags under his eyes and his skin was so soft. I smiled and kissed his forehead before I shut my eyes.

A/n Here take this another chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Mwah!