Yoosung Imagines

“poke mc! poke them!”

“what do you mean by poke! i don’t even have that option!”

“no mc! hit them with a spell then back off! you have to hi-!” 

mc shrieks obscenities as her champion is surrounded and no matter how many times she clicks her mouse, she still gets absolutely freaking obliterated. 

“oh my fu-!” mc slams her hands on her desk and throws her head back, nearly foaming at the mouth. and yoosung? yoosung’s just laughing his ass off behind her.

“it’s okay honey! you’ll get better!”, he says, laughter in his voice. she stares up at him, deadpanned. 

“i officially hate this game.”, she huffs. yoosung snorts and leans down to kiss her forehead, then her nose. mc feels the tension in her shoulders melt, her hands reaching up to ruffle his hair. 

“you just have to give it another shot and it’ll get easier. i promise!”, he retorts. mc hums and briefly glances at her screen. 

“you say that, but you’re like a pro at this game,” she whines, her body slumping in the chair. mc lets her head fall back again, only so she can look at him. she smiles, then, watching as he smiles back at her. “i’d rather just hug you right now.” 

“you’re cute.” his arms wrap around her from behind and she wishes the chair would disappear so she could feel him fully. she puckers her lips at him, waiting. “way too cute.”, yoosung mumbles, soft. 

‘it’s been a while.’

‘since what?’

she stares.

the blinking cursor looks back and suddenly she can’t breathe.

she takes a ragged gasp, throws her phone to the floor, and buries herself beneath her blankets. feels her wet cheeks with her fingertips.

-

‘it’s been a while.’

‘since what?’

‘since i’ve felt okay.’

-

dimness swallows all of the walls and corners of her tiny room. she feels heavy with its shadows, worn and haggard despite not having done a single thing for two days.

two days stuck in her bed. her stomach was hungry, but she doesn’t feel it, not anymore. she’s drunk some water to keep it down, but even that felt like a chore. the only thing she enjoys doing now is staring at the wall.

its white paint stares back, goading her. “get up,” it says. “get up and do something with your life.”

her phone has been ringing on and off on the floor. yoosung maybe. or even the other members. she doesn’t want to bother with them, not now at least.

not when she feels too shitty to talk to anyone. when all she wants to do is lay here and think of all the ways she could rid herself of this unyielding feeling.

her eyes burn with tears and as they fell, she wonders.

how long will this go on?

how many pits and slumps must she go through until it’ll go away?

how long will she have to stay like this? feeling as if her life is a useless, tiring thing?

she closes her eyes. hopes sleep will take her mind away once more.

-

when she wakes, it’s to the sound of her front door opening. she doesn’t get up. she already knows who it is.

she dreads the footsteps that approach her bedroom, dreads the reaction they will have, the concern they’ll show her when they see her like this. she doesn’t want their concern. she wishes she was alone again.

“_______?” his voice, she’s missed it, but why does she not feel happy to hear it anymore? there is no response from her, only her eyes meeting his own, watching as he sucks in a harsh breath. “why haven’t you been saying anything? are you okay?”

no response. her throat feels too tight. words are too much effort to say. why must she be this way? why can’t she be better? yoosung’s worries only rise and he walks to her side of the bed, her body feeling much too weak to turn away from him. “hey,” he murmurs, tender and loving. she hasn’t felt this love in what felt like forever. “honey, what’s wrong? would you like to talk to me about it?”

he reaches for her, and at the brush of his hand against her face, she’s struck with sorrow. it washes over her, all at once. waves and waves crashing into her, pulling her under, keeping her until she’s drowning in it. oh god, oh god. why was she crying? why does she feel so sad?

yoosung says nothing as she weeps, only wipes her tears with his sleeves. “not okay,” she blubbers like a weepy child. breathes a ragged sob. he still looks at her with that kind gaze. “d-don’t know what to do anymore.” he strokes her hair, her cheek, her arm, soft touches that soothe her aching chest.

“i know,” he mumbles and she watches a tear trickle down his cheek. “it’s hard for you right now, it’s been hard for you right?” she nods weakly. he feels his heart break. “i’m so sorry baby. i’m sorry i haven’t been properly there for you. i know how difficult it is. how tiring this is. but you have me to depend on you know? if you want space, i will give it you. if you want me here, i will be.”

she cries harder, but he pushes on, his throat tight with emotion. “i will be here with you through everything. through your worst times, your better times, everything. you’re not alone. you’ve helped me through so much, so please know that i am here to help you, too.” she reaches out, twists his shirt in her hands and tugs. he follows with no complaints.

as he lays down next to her and pulls her close to his chest, she feels the weight lessen. little as it is, it still felt so good to feel it ebb away. she closes her eyes, feels the softest kiss against her head, and smiles.

so no, she is not okay, not completely.

but after today, she truly believed she will be.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

With Yoosung shivering in fear as he held you close.

With a man pointing a gun at you, his lips curled in a snarl.

“I said, give up the rest of the money!”, he barked, and you flinched in Yoosung’s arms. He squeezed you, stroking your hair with a trembling hand.

“W-We gave you all we had, sir,” his voice broke, the syllables heavy on his tongue. “Won’t you please let us go? We really don’t have anything left.”

The stranger clicked his tongue and in a single motion, shot the gun towards the sky. You both shrieked, huddling closer as tears streaked down your faces. “P-Please,” Yoosung sobbed, your heart breaking in two from the raw fear in his voice. “Please, put the gun down, please!”

“You tellin’ me what to do, fucker?”, the man laughed, a crazed look in his eyes. He aimed at Yoosung once more. “Say it again, I dare you.”

The sounds of sirens met your ears and your knees nearly buckled in relief. “Y-Yoosung,” you whispered, a low sound in your throat. “We’re gonna be o-”

“FUCK!” With a shout and a bang, you felt the point of impact run through Yoosung’s body, rattling his bones, a bullet piercing the space right next to your head. He fell to the ground with a yell and brought you with him. The man had already run off but you did not care, not when Yoosung’s blood was staining your hands.

You screamed and cried, your quivering hands pressing down on his wound. You have to stop the bleeding, you have to. “Yoosung!”, you whimpered, watching blood seep through your fingers.

Why wasn’t it stopping?

You watched him clench his eyes shut in pain before opening them, sluggish and tired. You couldn’t breathe, every ragged breath brought pain. “Yoosungie,” you choked. “Y-You’re gonna be fine right? You’ll stay with me right?”

He did not speak, could only nod his head before it lolled to the side. His eyes met your own. His lips parted, a wheeze pushing past, and slowly, slowly...

With his last breath, he mouthed,

yoosung knows the friendship between you and seven is something precious and unbreakable. the two of you had hit it off in the beginning and have grown to become best friends. 

he also knows that it is strictly platonic. 

but- but-

“mc!”, he whines, dragging out the syllables of your name in his cute baby voice. you feel a smile curling your lips but you refuse to give him the benefit of the doubt. “don’t be mad! pleaseee! i’m so sorry!”

you purse your lips and turn to face him. “yoosung,” you try your best to sound stern but it’s so damn hard whenever he looks at you like this. like you were something so precious and lovely, something to be cherished wholly. damn puppy eyes… 

“yoosung, you literally went off on seven over nothing!”

“... but mc it wasn’t nothing!” yoosung hugs you by the waist, cuddling up against you like a needy cat seeking affection. you refuse to budge. “he was flirting with you, i swear!”

“we do not flirt! he always talks like that!”, you protest, looking down into his lilac eyes. aw crap, you love how they shine in the light. no! get your head in the game! “if the way he talks is flirting, then he’s been flirting with you a lot.”

he blanches and pulls back from you, a concerned frown on his face. “w-wait what? oh god, how should i reject him without hurting him, mc?!” he fists as his hair, pulling from worry. 

“yoosung… it’s not even true, i was literally trying to tell you he’s not flirting with anyone. he just speaks that way.”

he slumps back against the couch, extremely relieved to hear that one of his best friends was not in fact, flirting with him. god damnit yoosung. “ah, but mc, you’re not just anyone!”, he crosses his arms, the biggest pouty look on his face. “you could get any guy or girl to flirt with you! that’s why i have to protect you! you’re mine!”

you feel your heart melt, pure adoration for this dumbass shoving aside your anger enough so you can hug him. yoosung’s pleased hum makes you sigh, faking annoyance. “you’re so sweet, but too worried.”, you grumble, holding him tighter. his hands rub up and down your sides the way he knows will soothe you. 

“i can’t help it,” he says, and presses a kiss to your jaw. “i love you so much that i worry someone else will see what i see and try to snatch you away.” 

your lips quiver, so so fond of this blonde fool in your arms. you pull away, only for you to stamp a kiss on his lips in the last second. yoosung’s stunned face was rewarding to say the least. “how ‘bout i call seven right now and we’ll deal with this whole ‘flirting’ thing, hm?” he says nothing, only nods with cheeks full of heat. 

you take your phone out of your pocket and with just a few taps seven’s contact info was on your screen. you press call. 

click

“oh the lovely 606 has called! how may i help you m’lady?”, seven chirps from his side of the line, and you feel yoosung tense. 

“hey luciel! i just wanted to apologize for yoosung’s outburst earlier.” you give said blonde a glare to which he huffs and looks away, though you can see the guilt clear on his face. 

“ah you mean when he said, and i quote, ‘you better back off my girlfriend you strawberry shortcake, gremlin looking ass’ exclamation point, exclamation point?”

you nearly snort, just barely keeping in your laughter. “y-yeah, that.”

when you hear his cackles you let your own giggles take over and yoosung’s frown deepens. “a-anyways!”, you clear your throat. “i also wanted to ask you if you really were flirting with me like yoosung said.”

he snickers. “no mc, i just like to mess around and have fun with my friends. yoosung however,” he whistles. “i might’ve been flirting just a little. hope you don’t mind.” 

yoosung squeaks in fear and lunges over to grab your phone, immediately pressing the end call button once he has it in his hands. “yoosung!”, you exclaim. “what was that for?!”