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[Saeyoung Choi x reader]
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Warning: Mentions of bullying and depression.

He had tried –oh, so many times– to get a word out of you; he had joked, showed himself understanding… he had done everything in his hand. But you were closed up, like a rusty padlock. His yellow eyes would follow you wherever you were, pained and longing.

He decided to give you time to sort out your thoughts, but his heart would clench as your gaze became glazed with unshed tears. It hurt him so much to see you avoiding his presence, so much that his own eyes would sting just as yours did. His throat tightened, almost choking him, at the sight of such broken expression on your always-smiling face.

Every day, you would leave the house to take a walk around the city; never biding goodbye, never saying “I’m back”. He knew that whatever was troubling you lurked out of his security systems; outside the protection provided by his house.

The tears would never fall from your eyes, if only to hold on to the last bit of pride left in you. You would walk in, let out a shaky sigh and slip away from his grasp before he could touch you. How much you hated yourself for treating him in such way; him, the man to whom you’ve devoted your life. But you knew –you were so sure– if you were to look into his worried gaze, your determination would crumble as fast as the emotions would pour out of you; and you couldn’t allow him to see your tears. It wouldn’t fix anything, only increase his concern for you.

One day like any other, however, you stepped into the house after yet another stroll through the city. His hand enveloped around yours, his fingers laced with yours; the gentle gesture was enough to break your façade, and you fell into his chest.

"I’m sorry, Saeyoung,” you whispered, over and over again, as tears streamed down your face.

He embraced you, and you could only relish in his touch as he took you to the couch. He pulled you closer, never loosening his grip on you in fear you would turn away from him. And when he tried again, when he voiced his worries for you; the words started leaving your lips without your consent, and the humiliation you felt graced them as they fell.

Your eyes closed, your head leaned on his shoulder.

You talked for hours, pouring out the despair and humiliation that had been building inside of you for days. You were forced to suffer all of it for the umpteenth time –to face back the bullying thrown at you without mercy– and yet, oddly enough, the remembrance didn’t hurt so much that time. His arms tightened around your body, his embrace provided you warmth and serenity.

It was him; it had always been him. No matter the trouble, no matter how broken you were; Saeyoung would be there, reminding you that you weren’t alone. That you didn’t have to face it on your own; that your problems were his just as much.

The sudden realization formed a small smile on your face, and Saeyoung beamed. His yellow eyes sparkled in delight as he stared at you, so relieved. Driven by the warmth that spread in your heart, you placed your lips upon his. So taken aback, he blushed madly and you let out a laugh.

You didn’t leave his embrace, nor did he retreat his arms; you just stood there, cherishing one another for hours. He would joke around, saying silly things about how the both of you could get revenge from the bullies –I’ll hack in and find the size of their underwear, he had thought–, and finally accomplished what he did best.

He cheered you up.

“Hey, [Name],” he called; his gaze was intense and serious as it locked on you. “To me, you’re perfect."