Help || Yoosung

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 "Are you sure you're okay?" Yoosung asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"Call me when you get home."

"Okay, sure..."

~

The thing is the anxiety was actually building up. I've been fine the past couple days, not much sleep, but okay. I didn't really have a reason for this. I wasn't bullied at all. Family wasn't putting me down. It was just that feeling of being alone even though I wasn't alone. I have Yoosung who cares about me, but sometimes it seems like he isn't there even though I know he is.

I entered my apartment and set my things down.

You really think he likes you?

What if he is just using you.

Who actually cares?

I couldn't explain it. I don't know why these words have this effect on me.

My phone went off.

"You didn't text me or call me y/n are you okay" the text read

"sure"

It's all fake. None of this or anything anyone says is real.

"help" I texted him.

~

"Y/N?! Open the door!" I could hear him yelling.

He doesn't care.

Yes, he does. He is here.

"This girl. Doesn't lock her doors," I heard him mutter.

I look up from the corner I'm curled up in.

"Who hurt you?"

"I don't know. It just happened."

He ran to me and held me in a hug. A couple minutes later he shifted position to where I was resting on his lap.

"What can I do to help? I want to help, but I don't know how."

I looked at him, vision still foggy.

"I want to kiss you."

"Then go ahead."

~

I CANT WRITE ANY KISSING SCENE WITHOUT IT BEING CLICHE AS ALL HELL JUST LIKE THIS IMAGINE WAS IM SORRY CRIIIIII

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