Late Night Declarations - A Mr. Love Dream Date Fan fiction

Late Night Declarations

I just got out of a phone call from a client. A very dissatisfied client, if I may add. This week has been a complete chaos for the company and the show in particular. We've been working around the clock for this very important opportunity, only to let it down the drain.

I laid my phone on my bedroom table and clenched my fists so as to not let the frustration get the better of me. However, those disappointed remarks of the client hit me where it hurts the most. I tried to think of happy thoughts, but the sadness within me was too overwhelming. Before I knew it, I was already on the bed crying.

I wasn't expecting to breakdown like this. I'm usually the one who encourages others to keep on fighting, but I guess people do get weary sometimes. It must have been the exhaustion from the last couple days, the guilt of letting my team down, and the thought of not being able to realize my father's dream for the company. Those remarks from the funding client was just the last straw. All these emotions made a crying mess out of me. I feel like the confidence that I've built up for myself was slowly drifting away. Am I even competent enough to take on this role? What am I going to say to Anna and the rest of the team tomorrow?

I let it all out. I ugly-cried into my pillow, wailing all of my pent up emotions into nothingness while in the privacy of my room. I cried and sobbed for God knows how long. I can already feel my eyes swell but somehow, it didn't stop me from bawling.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Huh? Who could it be at this hour? I checked my phone to look at the time but what caught my eye was the three missed calls from Lucien! I must not have heard it ring while I was too busy being in distress. Could it be him knocking on the door? The knocking continued. I immediately got up and checked my reflection on the mirror. I look terrible. But as the knocks kept coming, I hurriedly went and opened it.

I'm greeted with Lucien's towering figure. He's wearing a blue short-sleeve shirt and black pants. He must've been pulling an all-nighter because his hair was a bit messy and he's still wearing his anti-radiation glasses. He looks striking as always. Compared to how I look at the moment, he may as well be a superior human being. I sometimes forget that he's also incredibly smart on top of that.

He paused for a moment when we locked eyes. I was about to apologize for the missed calls but he must have noticed my puffy eyes, because with a hint of worry in his voice he said, "You're free to cry on my shoulder."

Those words were my unbecoming. I hugged him tight and started crying again. I never would have thought that a physical human connection from a certain man was what I needed. Lucien let himself in to the apartment and rested my head on his chest.

"Sshhhh. There, there." Lucien's voice is so soft and full of care. He walked me to the couch and we sat next to each other. He rested my head on the left part of his chest while his left hand supported and patted my hair gently. We stayed in this position for minutes. He wasn't really saying anything, to which I'm grateful. We just sat in silence, basking on each other's presence. I didn't realize how much I missed Lucien up until now. It's such a shame that he had to see me in this state.

"S-sorry 'bout the mess." Sniff. I said as I gestured towards the stain of tears I left on his shirt.