Hi hi~ I wonder if someday in the future they'll invent a machine that can type for you just by like putting on a helmet. I'm fast at typing, but my fingertips keep getting cold so I have to take breaks ;0;

I don't wanna take breaks!
I just wanna write cute stories about Yooran gawddamit

I do not own MM!

I laid on the couch, staring at the roof in the dim light of the living room, the lights turned down to a soft glow. Saeyoung and Jade had gone off on a business trip to talk deals with a toy company in another country- their business had been growing steadily, and other companies were looking to open up franchises around the world. It was nice that there was one here at home, though, because they let me help with the store as a source of income. I didn't want to come off as a deadweight, stealing their resources, but they knew I was unfit to start working anywhere anytime soon, but helping Saeyoung design the AI programs for his toys was a good place for me to be.

My phone rang suddenly, and I pulled it out of my pocket, bringing it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um- Can... Can I come over?"

I raised an eyebrow at Yoosung's hurried words, his breathing shaky in the receiver of the phone.

"...Sure, if you want."

"Okay."

He hung up, and I stared at the phone in confusion. Why did he sound so panicked? Did something happen? I stood up, deciding to start making some tea for when he arrived. I started heating the kettle, searching in the cabinets for the desired tea leaves I wanted, pulling out the glasses with the strainers. I nearly jumped out of my skin as someone pounded on the door hardly fifteen minutes later. I turned, looking through the peep hole to see Yoosung standing there, fidgeting desperately with the strings of his hoodie. I opened the door, his eyes relaxing momentarily as he saw me.

"Saer-" Thunder cracked loudly in the distance, and he crumpled to a kneeling position, his head in his hands "RAN!"

I blinked at him, suddenly realizing why he had sounded so terrified- there was a bad storm due for tonight, thunder, lightning, rain, heavy wind, the works. I kneeled down in front of him, pulling him up slowly by the arms, closing the door and locking it, pulling him into a soothing hug. He clutched my sweater, pressing his face into my chest, his body quivering like a leaf.

"Hey, why don't we go to the kitchen? I started making tea."

He nodded feebly, and I laced my hand into his, holding it firmly, letting him know I was here. I handed him his cup of tea, and he took it, holding the warm ceramic in his hands, his eyes slightly watery. We drank in silence, and I watched his features slowly lose the severe tension they had before, the tea soothing his fears.

He set his mug down, and I smiled at him, grabbing his hand once more as we walked into the living room. I sat down on it, pulling him down gently next to me, wrapping my arms around him again. He sighed against my neck as I rubbed his back slowly, his hands limply hanging around my waist.

"When I was little, there was a time my parents had to go to meet my Aunt on an emergency," His voice was small, and wavering- I continued rubbing up and down his spine softly, urging him to continue, "They didn't know it was going to storm that night. I had been home alone before, but never during a storm that bad. The thunder was- was so loud that the house was shaking and I-" He let out a low breath, his body quivering at the memory, "I hid under my bed. I think I passed out there from crying. My parents found me there in the morning. I've had astrapophobia ever since."

I looked him over slowly, staring at the anxious curve of his back as he hunched over, looking like he would collapse into himself at any moment. I moved away from him, causing him to look at me in shock, but I smiled, resting myself back against the arm of the couch, opening my arms to him. He blushed softly, moving to lay against my chest, his body nestled between my legs. I ran my fingers soothingly through his hair, and I swear for even a second, I heard him purr.

"You don't have to be scared anymore."

He looked up at me, his eyes questioning, and I pressed my forehead against his, nuzzling his nose with mine.

"I'll protect you."

He cracked a small smile, blinking up at me.

"Really?"

I smiled, nodding slowly.

"..Yeah. I'll use my LOLOL skills to defeat the thunder gods or whatever."

He laughed loudly, burying his face into my chest, the vibrations of his laughter running across my chest. He squeezed my waist tightly as he calmed down, laying his ear above my heart, listening to the sound of my heartbeat.

"Thank you, Saeran."

I closed my eyes, wallowing in the sensation of his warmth covering my chest and stomach, his hair tickling my collarbone as his head lay on my chest. My fingers lazily traced along his arms, his skin softer than silk, a sigh escaping my lips.

"I'll always protect you."

Am I the only one that firmly believes Yoosung would be scared of thunder? I think it just seems like something he would be scared of. I personally love thunder :3

However, I do have Apiphobia (fear of bees), Spheksphobia (fear of wasps) and a fear of hermit crabs. There's no word for that directly, just "Kauborophobia" but that's fear of crabs in general, and I don't fear most crabs- just the tiny little demon spawn ones. I fainted in a pet store when my boyfriend pushed me towards the hermit crab container- he didn't realize I wasn't kidding when I said i'm horrified of them. Needless to say, he pampered me for the rest of the day cause He felt like an asshole for doing that. LOL. (He's a good guy, he just didn't think it was a legit fear- he still apologizes for it and that was a year and a half ago)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~Pixil-8