makes me love you even more. | jyh
pairing ୨୧ yunho x reader
word count ୨୧ 800
genre ୨୧ fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings ୨୧ mentions of breakdowns/feelings of inadequacy/like everyone hates u, the like! very bpd coded reader <3
author's note ୨୧ hi guyz. had a rough night the other night and well ! i just think yunho would be very kind and understanding. hehe.
You wish being self-aware made your breakdowns easier.
Maybe breakdown is a strong word. It all came on so quickly, no build up, just open floodgates. One thing that probably doesn’t even mean what your cruel brain wants you to believe it does… and still. Still. You’ve spent the day in bed, scrolling on your phone in silence. Thinking and thinking and thinking…
Maybe no one really likes you. Maybe your friends just felt bad for you all those years ago, and you latched on and won’t let go. Maybe they see your messages and grimace at their phone, leave you on read because they don’t want to talk to you. Maybe they’re sick of constantly having to reassure you –
A little voice in you says, “that’s not true.” Whatever hope in it is crushed by the weight of thoughts that aren’t your own.
Curling yourself into a ball in your sheets, you contemplate running away, starting a new life. Let your eyes water thinking about how it might be better for everyone you know, let a few tears slip before you can stop yourself. But you wipe your face as fast as you can even though you’re alone like it might help you feel more put together.
You hear the jingle of keys right outside your door followed by the lock clicking open. You know who it is, but even if you didn’t, you’re not sure you’d have the energy to do anything about it.
“Heyo,” Yunho’s voice echoes through your apartment, followed by a singsong drawl of your name. You don’t bother calling out to him – you’re sure he’s seen your car in its parking spot, and your bedroom door is open anyways. He’ll find you.
One second he’s in your doorway. You blink and he’s crawling onto your bed with you.
“Hey, sweetpea,” he murmurs once he’s close enough, hands finding your body under the duvet. His voice alone cools the red-hot dread in your veins to a low simmer. His fingers grab for your arms, your waist, your hands. They turn you around until you’re face to face, trail up and down your silhouette. Yunho’s eyes are full of concern and love, and you feel so stupid.
You hear him sigh when you push your face into his shoulder, feeling his arms come around you to hold you to him. You spend a while breathing him in – the mix of his soap, the freshness of what you can only imagine is the new cologne he was telling you about a few days ago. There’s something else in there, something particularly Yunho. Familiar, and warm, and comforting.
You don’t know how much time passes before you finally will yourself to distance yourself from his embrace, but when you do he still holds you close. He’s worried, you know. You would be too. If it were him, well…
“Bad day?” is all he asks when you don’t say anything, and you breathe out a shaky sigh with a nod. His hands squeeze your waist like it pains him, too.
“Really bad,” you say. Your voice is rough and wavering. You hope he doesn't notice the tremble in your lip. “It just feels like – like… no one really – cares, or –”
Your own gasp cuts you off and Yunho coos, murmuring words you can't really hear. He strokes the back of your head and presses his lips to the tip of your nose and lets you gather yourself.
You finally get air back in your lungs, vision a little less blurry. “I won't make you say anything, you know that,” Yunho whispers. His fingers trace random shapes on your skin, wherever he can reach. “Take your time with it. I’ll be here.”
And the way he says it just about brings you back to life – an understanding. He knows how you work, how your brain conspires against you sometimes, that you know it too, but it's hard to bypass. You feel stupid for ever doubting it. Awful for ever thinking of him in that way, so cruel to you, when he's here picking up your pieces.
“Sorry,” you say. Yunho looks at you like you’re crazy and you can't help a little giggle, but it eases the crease between his brows. “For crying. And for thinking you hate me.”
He softens at your words, practically wraps himself around you. You hold him just as tight, fingers curling into his hair, splayed along his back. “Could never hate you, sweetpea,” he says, nose buried in the crook of your neck. His voice is muffled by your skin, but you hear him loud and clear. “I think it’s impossible.”
You breathe him in as deeply as you can, commit all of this to memory to revisit on your worst days. Take note of the glimmer in his pretty eyes, hair tousled from your fingers and your pillow, curve of his lips when he tells you, “I love you.”
You believe him.
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The scene at the end of the JJK 0 movie where Yuta is in tears, I won't say if you haven't watched it, MAKES ME SHIVER
Sorry if I rant a bit too much on here
Call me weird if you want cuz I know he's fictional, but yall on here probably get me 🥹
SEEING HIM IN TEARS JUST MAKES ME SAD TOO, I TEARED UP AT THE END OF THE MOVIE MY FIRST TIME WATCHING IT
I love Yuta so much shdudndhd that seeing him sad actually just makes me sad too, it may be a bit of an issue but I'm okay with that because it's Yuta 🫡🫡
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Hello yes lil dew thoughts
He koala clings to mountains legs bc while he doesnt want to be held, he does want to HOLD something ya feel?
oh absolutely! he has a lot of sensory issues which get more intense when hes little and one of them is to do with touch. sometimes you dont want someone to touch you but you wanna touch them instead yknow? and Mountain wants to keep an eye on him while he goes about his business so it works out for the both of them this way gjshfhjf
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i feel like percy is the person that people bring with them when they need to go somewhere or do something potentially dangerous. or more realistically, he’s the one who people’s loved ones tell them to take with. it just makes people feel better knowing percy is there. you know what i mean?
sally has a meeting with someone who sounds a bit weird (and paul can’t go)? paul tells her to bring percy.
paul needs to go to a really sketchy part of town? sally asks him to bring percy
piper got a weird anonymous note and needs to go meet them at a location? annabeth tells her to bring percy
leo has to go get some magic machine part from a really shady dealer? piper tells him to bring percy
frank has to go on an unofficial quest to investigate some shady legion history, and hazel has to stay with camp? hazel tells him to bring percy
and it’s NOT because any of these people can’t take care of themselves. they are all strong and brave and badass, and can handle anything. but for one, percy is intimidating as hell. his “wolf stare” sends literal gangs running the other way. you can avoid conflict before it even happens, because no one is messing with percy. and second, percy just makes you feel safe. his presence is comforting. not only has he been through all the demigod-hero-world-saving shit, and is powerful as hell, but he also grew up in new york city. he can handle pretty much any situation. plus he’s super sweet and funny, and you can always count on him to make you laugh and decrease your anxiety. and he’s always got your back. he takes care of the people he loves.
he’s just the best company. for so many reasons.
when in doubt, bring percy
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