Heya! I love all your writings, and wondering could i ask you a favor? Could you write a fic, or hc, or whatever you want (bcs i love all your works no matter what it is) abou Mc getting a nightmares/panic attack about that bomb tragedy? If you couldn't or if this already written, i'm sorry:( Thank you very much for read my request! Please have a great life!š§”
Hey there! Iām sorry it took me so long to get to this. Itās really been a long time since I posted anything, huh? Uni life has kept me busy and tbh I havenāt got stuck into MysMe for a while because of it. Iāll combine these two prompts since it seems likely theyād feed into the same scenario anyway.
MC with PTSD following bomb tragedy.
Read the original post here.
Read the alternate ending here.
Also trigger warning just in case.
It was your first night after being discharged from the hospital. Yoosung had offered to let you stay at his apartment and you had accepted gratefully.
You were back in Rikaās apartment, sorting through guest emails and checking the chatroom every so often, waiting for Yoosung to come back online. Despite the normality of the situation you couldnāt help but feel something was off. Something didnāt feel right and it put you on edge. It was only when youād gone to bed and started scrolling social media that you became aware of the faint beeping that sounded like it was coming from the floor. Before you had a chance to think about it anymore, the room exploded and you were met with intense colour, heat, and pain. The flames consumed your entire body, scorching and burning your soft skin until you could see the bone and sinew that should have been covered by flesh.
The screams of pain are still ringing through your ears as you bolt up, covered in a sheen of sweat and immediately bury your head in your hands, sobbing as the images replay in your mind. Youāre so caught up in your nightmare that you almost jump out of your skin when a warm hand meets your shoulder.
āSorry!ā Yoosung apologises immediately. He waits a few moments more before he slowly and gently draws you in to his chest, and his arms offer the comfort that you need. He rubs your back tenderly with one hand and strokes your hair with the other, murmuring softly under his breath. Your cries wrack your body with tremors, but he holds you tight.
āItās okay,ā he whispers. āYouāre safe. I wonāt let you go.ā He kisses the top of your head, āYouāre safe MC⦠I promise Iāll always be here to protect you now.ā
He continues to hold you through the tears, and eventually you are able to regain control of your breathing and the sobs turn to sniffles. There is a wet patch on his shirt when you finally lift your head but Yoosungās attention is on you completely. He brings his hands to cup your face, and his fingers are feather light when they brush over the scars that cover the majority of your right cheek. His touch is cool against your skin and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. You were here with Yoosung now. He would keep you safe.
When he manages to coax you back into laying down, he still holds you close and he promises to watch over you until you fall asleep. Even with your eyes closed you can still feel his presence - his hand around your waist, his breath against your forehead, or the sound of him whispering sweet reassurances to you as you nod off.
āIām so sorry MC,ā you hear him whisper as youāre about to fall asleep. āIāll never let anything happen to you again. Iāll keep you safe, I swear.ā















