When You're Crying - Tumblr Posts

[12:11 am]

johnny’s always been a great listener, and he’s always been there for you. you sob into his chest as he rubs circles into your back, murmuring “it’s okay, it’s okay” into your hair. 

“oh dear, who hurt you?” his eyes are filled with concern as he cups your face gently, his large warm fingers wiping away the fat teardrops that fall from your eyes as if they have a mind of their own. you don’t tell him, but johnny can tell from the look in your eyes. “it’s okay, you’re with me now. no one’s going to hurt you,” he murmurs, and you know it’s true. 

you hiccup and hug him tighter. johnny lets you soak his sweater with overflowing tears. you heave breaths as you try to suppress your tears, suddenly feeling bad that you’re putting this burden on johnny. “j-johnny, i-i’m sorry.” you hiccup again as tears flood your eyes.

“why are you apologizing? hey,” johnny says, trying to get your attention. he gently places his hands on both of your shoulders. “hey. look at me.” you break into a sob as soon as you meet his eyes. “come here,” he says, pulling you back into a hug. you feel so safe, so loved, so complete in his arms. you want to stay forever.

“i love you,” he says softly, warm hand wiping your tears. “i love you.” it’s so genuine, so real. you can’t stop crying, but you know you don’t have to stop in front of johnny. “you’re safe with me. i love you.”

[9:32 pm]

you jump into best friend!mark’s arms as soon as he opens his door, burying your face in his navy blue sweater and struggling not to instantly burst into tears.

“whoa there,” mark says softly, immediately noticing your downcast mood, “what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice heavy with worry as he places one hand on your waist and runs the other gently through your hair. it’s a habit of his that he knows calms you in the same way that a hand on his arm or thigh calms him.

you mumble something incoherent into his chest, not looking up. you’re sure you’ll cry if you look up to meet his beautiful eyes and see them drip with concern. 

“let’s go to my room,” mark almost mumbles as he wraps an arm around you and practically buries you in his side, hiding you from his members in the living room so that you don’t have to greet them without being rude. you hear the muffled sound of the tv, and assume that they’re too busy to notice. 

you sit down on mark’s dark green bed. he sits down besides you. 

“do you want to talk about it?” he says, genuinely concerned. there aren’t many things that can bother you this much.

“i-i,” your lip trembles. “i got my semester report back. it’s definitely not what i expected.”

mark’s eyes soften. he knows how much your grades mean to you and how diligently you work for them. 

you start to sob. “i really don’t know what to do, mark. i honestly think i deserve to lose my scholarship, by this point.” your vision is blurry as you hiccup, trying to stop the tears from your eyes. “i-i really worked so hard this term, and my individual grades were even better than last term - i thought i’d get the scores i wanted,” you choke on a sob. “i just feel so useless.”

mark hugs you as you cry into his shoulder, patting your back. “it’s okay,” he murmurs. “you did work so hard - i know how much effort you put into your studying,” he says softly, “you have other semesters left to make up, and they’re not going to take away your scholarship.”

you continue to sob, shaking as you choke on your words. “i-i really need these grades,” your lip quivers again, “but i’m realizing that i can’t - i can’t really do it by this point.”

“no,” mark says firmly, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. “you can. you’re gonna make everything possible - i promise.”

you believe him more than you believe yourself. maybe it’s because mark’s always ensured every single one of his promises came true, whether it be that he’d buy you ice cream on the way back home or that he’d get his first win before his debut season ended; maybe it’s because mark’s the most hardworking person you know, not complaining even once as he was constantly forced to work with two hours of sleep per day for weeks on end; or maybe it’s because right now, mark’s eyes are telling you a thousand things that words couldn’t ever convey.

you sob as you bury your head back into mark’s shoulder. “i love you,” you murmur, and mark can feel the small vibrations from your voice through his hoodie. “you’re the best friend i could ever wish for.”

mark smiles, and hope you don’t hear the bittersweet tinge to his voice as he mumbles, “i love you,” just loud enough so that you can hear it. mark will be here for you whenever you need him - he's always waiting for you to just bury yourself into his chest and cry for as long as you need to.