Face Me (Bangchan x Reader)

Part Eleven- Good Morning to you~

Y/n's POV:

"Chris....my mother died."

The words seemed to come out broken from my mouth as a lump formed in the back of my throat. I struggled to keep my eyes from letting more tears go, but before I knew it, they were like rivers running down my face. I closed my eyes, trying to comprehend what I had just told Him, looking down, I let a broken sigh fall past my lips.

    "Face me-" his voice spoke out, sounding like he was going to cry.

     I felt something against my face and I flickered my eyes open. I looked at Chris' hand as he wiped my tears. His hand was warm, and after that, he pulled me into a hug. He was warm and welcoming. I craved this warmth, because it was comforting. His warmth screamed the phrase, "Everything's going to be alright."

"Oh honey..." he stroked my head and pulled me closer to him. Chris rested his chin on the top of my head, for a few moments, everything was silent, only the sounds of our breathing mixed. Then there was sniffling, but it wasn't mine. It was His. "I'm so sorry..." he didn't pull away from the hug, and instead, he kissed my head and we cried for a moment. We cried for a moment there, with each other, in each other's arms. My head rested against his warm chest, the faint sound of his heart beat and the soft smell of cologne filled my ears and seemed to drown out our cries. "Don't hold it in anymore, I'm here with you, and I'll be here for you. I'll cry with you and I'll mourn with you." His words for broken up by sniffles and he finally pulled away to l0ok at my face.

He cupped my face with his warm hands, his cheeks red and his eyes were streaming like mine. Chris carefully swiped his thumbs over my cheeks to wipe away my tears, even though they just kept coming.

"Thank you..." I managed to say, moving my hand up to return the favor and wipe his tears. "But please don't cry, don't be sad." A small laugh escaped my throat, forcing through the cries of sadness. Suddenly, my chest felt lighter and I didn't feel alone anymore.

Chris' POV:

When Y/n told me what happened my heart dropped to my stomach and I felt somehow her emotions, and I began to cry. This is what she was holding in. This is what she was keeping to herself. I couldn't imagine how painful it was. But seeing her like this—seeing her in tears brought me to tears. I couldn't keep them back, and I didn't want to hold them back. I didn't want Y/n to feel alone anymore.

"I don't want you to hold it in...I'm always going to be here.." I squeezed my eyes shut and let more tears come down my cheeks and when I opened them again, I was met with Y/n's beautiful face. "I'm always going to be here, so please, please let it all out."

After that, we seemed to talk for hours, into the late night and on and on. We talked about our troubles, our deep worries and stresses. We got so much closer just from being able to share what bothers us, what makes us happy and what tears us up inside. Somehow, we cried some more, laughed and smiled. We were close with each other the whole time, just hugging and cuddling as we vented and talked on and on.

Sometime soon however, Y/n ended up falling asleep in my arms and I couldn't help but smile warmly. It was probably about four in the morning, so I laid her down on the couch. I did a brief search around the room and found a few couch pillows and a few blankets. I gently lifted her head and placed a pillow under her head for comfort—it caused her to stir a bit but she eventually found a comfortable position. I softly tucked Y/n in with a blanket on, then placed a blanket on the floor along with a pillow and I laid down quietly after tip-toeing to turn the light off. I didn't want her to wake up and feel alone, so I planned to wake up early and make her breakfast—hoping she wouldn't mind. I had a feeling she would like it, but even with the small chance she wouldn't, I decided why not; and took the risk. Though, I decided to stop overthinking things, finally turning my brain off and beginning to drift off into a light sleep.

~morning~

No one's POV:

     Chris had waken up around 9am or so, not being bothered by the short 5 hours of sleep—and instead somehow felt energized and excited. He carefully got up and stumbled to your kitchen. He turned on the light and did a small search, finding the dishes, pantry and got to cooking. The classic bacon and eggs. He couldn't find the ingredients for pancakes, and also didn't want to make too much noise. So he began to brew some coffee, though he didn't have all the materials and tools he did at 3MACHA, he still was hoping to be able to make good coffee for you. Chris was going to try and make the cold brew coffee from the cafe; the one he brought to you at work. Hopefully it would be easier than he thought at first, finding a decent tasting coffee creamer in her fridge. It definitely wasn't going to be exact, but he was going to try.

     Some time later, Chris had finished making himself and you coffee, as well as breakfast. He walked back into your living room and felt bad for beginning to wake you. He had brought the food and set it onto your coffee table, hoping that the smell would be nice to wake up to. He only slightly feared that you would be weirded out that he stayed the night—not only that but also made you breakfast...and coffee. His voice was soft as he cooed with his warm voice and thick accent.

   "Oh Y/n~" he began, "Please wake up~ I made you breakfast-" he stopped speaking when he watched your pretty eyes flicker open and look up at him. You blinked your eyes for a moment, realizing who it was and you sat up, hugging him softly and resting your chin on his shoulder.

   "Well good morning to you—" He chuckled, hugging you back and gently stroking your hair. "Did you rest well?"

(Well hello thereeeee—my laptop kinda got busted, and through this pandemic everything has just been crazy! I hope you all have been safe and wearing masks! But i also hope i didnt keep you all waiting too too long. I'm so very sorry for leaving without notice. But hopefully, since I've found my Bluetooth keyboard, ill be using my iPad to write! Hehe also, if you'd like to leave suggestions for my followers names? Like i have no clue but also, let me know how this chapter was—i know it was terribly short but i was excited to be back to writing and i really wanted to get another chapter out! Thank you so much for your support—if you'd like to follow my Instagram, its the same thing as my Wattpad. Thank you again, this is kpop Stan, out! {unedited, 1234 words}