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Can you write Yesung sleepy or sleep fluff please thank you💖

OMG! This is my first request and what a sweetie idea!!! I'm thankful with you for send this and hope the little story fill your expectations 😘

A promise in the night

Fem!reader x Yesung

Synopsis: After an successful concert both of you go to home but your tired boyfriend begins to make sweet promises full of tender words and little affection displays.

Warnings: None. Just is time to enjoy the fluffiest side of Yesung.

w/c: 2.1k

A promise in the night

Music was blaring throughout the venue. The mix of sounds lifted the atmosphere and made everyone scream with enthusiasm.

Of all the times you had attended Yesung's solo concerts, this was perhaps the best night of them all.

People were chanting as if their lives depended on it, some were jumping in place waving their lightsticks to the rhythm of the music and Yesung, he left every ounce of energy on stage as he closed the show with a cover of his favorite band: "c.h.a.o.s.m.y.t.h."

The rhythm of his breathing remained relaxed, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of the high note that would end up draining all his energy.

The performance left everyone in attendance with a good taste in their mouths, not only talking about the idol's great performance but also about the production. This time the agency had bet a big budget for the lighting, the VCR that was shown on the screens, the strips of paper that fell at the end of the concert and the pyrotechnics that took everyone by surprise.

Once it was all over, the lights on the stage slowly dimmed and the audience area was tinged with a delicate blue that slightly illuminated the aisles towards the exit of the venue.

The singer left the stage followed by the staff who helped him get rid of all the wires that connected the headphones and microphones with the sound boxes that were still hooked to the waistband of his pants.

The energy hadn't left him.

He still had to change his clothes and do a live stream on instagram to thank everyone for the great moment he'd just had. And while all the magic was happening, you were waiting for him in his dressing room.

Your hands played with the edge of the concert t-shirt you wore as you watched them come and go in every corner of the small space designated for the dressing room.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" you finally interrupted as he looked desperate in the middle of a sudden search.

"I need to find the car keys," he slipped his hands back into his pockets as if they might magically appear there.

His image was terribly tender. His confused look as if he was trying to remember the last place he saw them and his hands in his pockets looking for something that obviously wasn't there. All he was doing without using any garment to cover his still naked torso.

"Go finish getting dressed. Remember that the keys are kept by your manager."

You smiled calmly and patted his back so he could recover the order of his thoughts and get going before that enthusiasm for the concert left his body.

Yesung took the clothes that were on a chair and walked to the small makeshift dressing room. This time his posture had relaxed and his movements were slightly slower. He was losing the battle against fatigue.

Once he finished changing his attire, he sat down in front of the table where the gifts that some fans had sent to congratulate him on the successful completion of his tour were placed. He placed the phone in front of him and started his live broadcast.

You saw him smiling at the camera, making tender gestures and gesturing with his hands while making hearts with his fingers in different positions.

The best part was to see how he carefully read some comments and answered the questions of his fans, he even sang some parts of the songs that were requested. Yesung was in an excellent mood.

His eyes finally took off the screen and fixed on you for a few seconds. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, at least they did until he said goodbye to everyone and ended the broadcast.

"You did well. Congratulations," you murmured, standing up to move lazily over to where he was sitting placidly. "You had a lot of fun and the audience was amazing tonight."

"It was exhausting. Let's go home."

Standing up he put his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as both walked towards the exit of the venue. The fans had left due to the concert schedule and you finally found some peace in the silence that the night evoked.

The sound of cicadas filled the silences and the moon offered a wide smile to the curious who looked up to see it illuminate the firmament. It was a beautiful night, a special night.

With lazy footsteps both of you reached the back door of the car that the manager had parked on the road that passed in front of the venue.

You got in first, took a seat and opened the window to let the night wind cool the interior of the transport. When Yesung got in, the car started to move towards his apartment.

"I'm sleepy," he muttered heavily. He felt his eyelids had a will of their own and refused to stay open any longer, "I'm tired."

"Sleep a little, lie down on my legs," you offered, giving a couple of gentle pats on your lap.

The idol didn't refuse or even put up any resistance, he just leaned back on the seat and slid lazily until his head touched the warmth of your lap.

The softness provided by your thighs was better than any pillow. He could stay like this for the rest of the night until the sun came up and he had to return to his usual activities.

Noticing the intimacy of the shared moment, the manager turned off the lights inside the car and slowed down the speed at which you were moving. You thanked him for his kindness with a slight bow that he could see through the rearview mirror and he returned the gesture with a sympathetic smile.

The interior of the car was dark, the only light that barely illuminated the idol's face was the one provided by the street lights that occasionally slipped through the window when the car stopped just below the lamps. With one of your hands you did your best to provide some shade to cover Yesung's eyes to allow him to continue resting.

When he noticed your gesture he smiled tenderly and finally opened his eyes. One of his hands took yours and kissed your palm gently. A warm gesture, one that made your heart fall for him again. As soon as you sighed he smiled fully and released your hand so he could lightly caress your leg.

"I love you" he murmured in a raspy voice due to the tiredness and exhaustion in his throat from singing at the concert. "You are the love of my life."

You were used to his kind gestures, to the displays of affection he had at home and the honeyed words with which he showered you with compliments, but none of that had prepared you to withstand the wave of love that grew inside you like a tsunami threatening to overflow through tears.

"I'm sure I love you more," you declared with conviction, stroking his hair softly, letting your touch relax him again.

"I don't think I deserve so much."

How was it possible that this man could make you feel so loved, so valued and yet so greedy as to desire more of his love?

You smiled smugly and continued stroking his hair, lightly rubbing his scalp to relax his mind and allow him to relax in the middle of the traffic and the long road ahead.

"Did I already tell you that I like your hands?" he whispered, taking your hand to place a kiss again but this time on your knuckles.

"What else do you like about me?" a smile of amusement sweetened your words.

"Your smile, especially the one you think I don't see when I'm composing a song," your heart skipped a beat and he continued speaking, "and your hair which tickles me when you lie on my shoulder or against my chest."

A laugh vibrated in your throat making him smile lovingly.

"Tell me how I can make you like more things about me," your hand continued that slow, distracted movement over his hair, "I want you to like me more."

"Stay always by my side" a yawn interrupted his words, followed by a deep exhalation, "you don't need to do anything more than that."

"Is it that easy?" you whispered, catching the yawn.

"And yet you're the only one who can do it. The only one I want to do it."

You couldn't hold back any longer and bent down to kiss him. To show in that gesture everything he had made you feel at that moment.

Your lips brushed his with a light caress, silently asking permission to deepen the gesture and finally being well received. His hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you a little closer despite the awkwardness of the position.

The slow–steady–loving kiss became longer and longer, interrupted at times by the need for air and from time to time to take a new angle.

Once both parted, the manager cleared his throat avoiding at all costs making eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"We have arrived. I've got to go."

The heat in your body rose and concentrated on your face. An intense blush illuminated your skin and your words got tangled preventing you from articulating any coherent sentence.

"Thank you, you are the second person I love the most," Yesung joked as he got out of the car and extended his hand to help you out.

Both of you walked towards the apartment, letting the comfort of the space embrace yous in a warm welcome.

"I'll go wash up," you announced once you shed your footwear to put on the comfortable sandals you always wore indoors.

"Let's go to sleep," Yesung implored, taking you gently by the wrist. A pout accompanied his expression. "I'm too sleepy and I can't wait."

"Go to sleep, in a moment....

You couldn't finish the sentence because Yesung picked you up from the ground carrying you princess style. His arms suddenly seemed perfect for you to sleep in, as if they were a cradle that lulled you with parsimony.

Instinctively you snuggled against his chest and without resistance let him carry you into the bedroom. Gently he deposited you on the mattress and playfully plopped down on top of you and then rolled into his space on the bed. Keeping up with the rhythm of things he pulled you to him allowing you to use his arm as a pillow.

His chest rose and fell against your cheek, his heartbeat thundered in your ear causing you to yawn at its constant and gentle rhythm, evidencing your tiredness.

"You're tired," he said, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Thank you for being there until the end."

"You said I needed to stay with you forever to make you like me more. I'm trying hard," you replied in your drowsiness.

"I like you even more now," his playful and exaggerated voice sounded like he was worried about it, but you knew he was just teasing you. "What are you going to do when I fall in love with you completely?" The tone of his voice dropped as did the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat.

"I will keep my word. I'll stay by your side forever."

"Thank goodness," he lowered his head and caressed your lips with his, "you must take responsibility for what you do to me."

His embrace grew tighter, as if he feared the moment would fade away in his arms, as if he was worried that you would pull away at any moment.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him slightly away, so that your gaze could reach his. Then you raised your hand and contracted your fingers into a fist, leaving only your little finger extended.

"I promise I will stay with you forever."

Smiling with genuine sincerity in his eyes, he intertwined his little finger with yours to seal the promise. A childish pact but meaningful for him.

He brought your hand to his lips and clasped it against his heart as his eyes closed from exhaustion.

"I love you," he said again, this time without hesitation, in the same real and spontaneous way he had said it inside the car.

"I love you more," you repeated, thinking of the dialogue both just had.

"I'll try not to."

Those were his last words before you felt his weight give way against the mattress. He was asleep and yet he kept a silly smile on his lips, the evidence that next to you he was spending the happiest moments of his life.

Your lips reached his and you deposited a soft kiss so as not to wake him. It didn't take long for your body to surrender to sleep. For you to sleep knowing that at dawn you would wake up happy in his arms, knowing that the next day he would love you more than he did today.

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#this was so sweet!#yesung x reader

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