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jeong yunho 𖦹 a junior in university. made a youtube channel with 7 of his childhood friends. roommates with san & jongho. always has a camera with him. mostly the camera man for their youtube channel.

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pairing ✭ bf!yunho x gn!reader

synopsis ✭ just a reminder that it is in fact okay to cry

content/genre ✭ fluff

word count ✭ 500

note ✭ yet another fluff fic inspired by me being a little not ok 🫠 (also not proofread at all)

warnings ✭ none other than reader crying, but yuyu is there for comfort

Something was wrong. Yunho knew something was wrong. He could sense it in your demenor.

When you walked into the kitchen from a long day at work, he was sitting at the counter playing on his phone. He greeted you like he normally did, “Hi love. How was your day?”

You met his eyes for a second as you set your purse down on the counter, “It was alright.” A small smile formed on your lips. But he didn’t fall for it. Especially not when you were clearly distressed this morning before he left (though you didn’t think he noticed). 

“Just alright?” You hated when when people asked that question, and Yunho knew that. But he was just trying to get something out of you without prodding too much. 

He slipped of his stool and made his way to you, grabbing your phone out of your hands and placing it on the counter. He grasped your hands in his own and tried to look you in the eyes, but you kept avoiding his gaze. 

“Yunho, I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“Ok,” he said simply, “Can you at least look me in the eyes, though?” He was keeping his voice calm and level. Just treating this as a simple conversation.

You took a short breath before looking hesitantly into his eyes. Yunho couldn’t help the sympathetic look in his eyes, though. And you hated it, “Yunho, please. I’m seriously fine.”

And you were about to pull away so you could retreat to your room and avoid him for the rest of the night. Give yourself a moment to…you know…hide. But he pulled you into a hug before you could even try.

He wrapped one arm around your middle back and the other was by your head so he could run a hand through your hair. His embrace was so warm and comforting. It really brought out the vulnerable side in you. And you hated it. 

But you couldn’t find the energy in you to push him away. “Baby,” he kissed your hair, “You know it’s okay to cry, right?” You felt the light rumble of his chest as he spoke.

And you couldn’t explain it, but those words brought out every feeling and emotion you’d been feeling for days. He held you close as you sobbed into his chest. Softly rocking you side to side and caressing your head and shoulders. 

“I love you so much, my love,” he whispered over your light sobs, “You never have to feel like a burden, okay? I want to hold you while you cry.” You sniffled into his shirt, “I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re doing this alone.”

You only cry harder at his words, but your arms around him tighten. And he feels you grip at his shirt. 

“My pretty baby,” he pulls back so he can cup your cheek with his hand, “It’s always ok to cry.”