Hey! Alright, time to bring in chapter 42! God I can't believe there's 42 chapters. I started this story almost exactly a month ago. Got pretty invested xD I hope you guys have enjoyed it as much as i've loved writing it!

I do not own MM!

I looked over the set, my head pounding with frustration as I sighed, pulling out my phone, walking over to the side. I dialled Yoosung's number, holding the device to my ear, tapping my foot impatiently.

"Hello?"

"Yoosung," I sighed softly, shaking my head as I watched Kiara arguing with the cameramen, "I'm so sorry, we're getting held up in the shoot, again... I'm going to be later than usual."

"Oh," His voice was small as he replied, and I felt my heart sink into my stomach, "Uh... That's okay. That's fine."

"Yoosung-"

"It's fine! It's work, right?" I could hear the fake acceptance in his tone, the weariness riding just beneath his facade, "Have a fun day!"

"Yoosung-!" He cut me off, hanging up the call, the dial tone ringing ominously in my ears. I stared at my phone for a second before locking it placing it back in my pocket.

"Everything okay with your boyfriend?"

I looked up, seeing Leon walking slowly towards me, probably to escape the feud happening on set. I looked at the ground, sighing softly.

"I think he's mad that we have to stay late."

Leon nodded, looking back at the set, a tired expression on his face.

"Yeah, we have been behind almost every day for two weeks now."

I nodded slowly, pulling my phone back out and staring at it again, a sad hope that Yoosung would text me and assure me he was fine crawling through me. Leon patted my shoulder softly, causing me to flinch in surprise.

"I'm sure he'll get over it. Maybe go pay him a visit anyways when you're done and talk to him. I'm sure he'll forgive you," The understanding on his face was quickly coupled with a coy smile, his lashes lowering slightly, "He'd better. After all, lots of people have their eyes on you now that you're a model."

He sauntered away, leaving me clutching my phone tightly in my palm, my skin feeling dirty where his hand had sat. I looked at my phone, uneasiness quivering through me as I looked at the lock screen- a photo of Yoosung and I, his smile bright, my cheeks slightly flushed as I looked away from the camera.

I don't care if everyone in the world is looking at me- I only want Yoosung.

It was nearly 9:30 pm when we finished. I hopped in a taxi, heading to Yoosung's apartment- I called his phone, quickly receiving voicemail, indicating he had left his phone off. I sat on the steps to the apartment building, warming my hands between my thighs, leaning pathetically against the wall, praying he would turn up.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard footsteps- I turned my gaze, my breath hitching as I saw Yoosung freeze as he neared me, his hair falling in his face, rustling softly in the breeze, surprise and confusion etched onto his face.

"Why did you come..?"

I stood up slowly, shaking my hands in an attempt to warm them.

"You sounded mad."

Yoosung looked away, his shoulders falling.

"..I'm not."

I stepped towards him, tightening his scarf around his neck softly.

"You're lying."

He waved my hands away, his brows curling together in frustration.

"Whatever!"

I stared at him, pain agitating my heart, causing my body to feel weak.

"Yoosung, is this because I had to be late..?"

He said nothing as he walked by me, opening the apartment door. I followed him silently, trailing his footsteps into his own apartment, shutting the door behind me. I left my shoes in the doorway, continuing to follow him, coming to his room. As soon as I stepped through the door, I gasped in surprise as an open magazine was thrusted towards me, causing me to fumble with it for a moment before looking at it clearly.

It was my 2-page photo spread from my first shoot with Leon- our pictures took up the two pages, sitting back-to-back, our faces turned ever so slightly towards the cameras.

"My photoshoot with Leon..?"

Yoosung glared, crossing his arms.

"Yes, your photoshoot with Leon." There was malice in his voice as he spat out Leon's name, his fingers twitching on his arms.

"But, why do you sound angry...?"

"Because," He waved his hand in the air in a swirling motion, his gaze fixated on the wall just behind me, afraid to meet my eyes, "You've been working late, and always stay behind, and I'm scared I'm going to hear less from you, and then I see that-"

"Yoosung," I put the magazine down, stepping tentatively towards him, "I don't understand what's wrong-"

He raised his hands, stopping me in my tracks, tears streaming down his cheeks now, his teeth gritted painfully, his eyebrows quivering as he cried.

"Cause he's so handsome, right?" He gasped, his face turning pink as his cries trembled through his body, looking like a wilted flower, "You'd probably have a lot of fun spending time with him, and get bored of me-"

"Yoosung what-"

"And he's probably more interesting than I am too, right?!" He ignored my voice, his head too far gone, his brain running wild, "I read all about him in that magazine interview, he's in his own fucking band and everything, and i'm just a college student who plays video games all the damn time, and how am I supposed to compete with that-"

I shook my head, grabbing his wrists, forcing him to look at me, frustration flashing through me.

"Yoosung, what the hell are you talking about?!"

He pushed me down to the bed, my back falling against it hard, his small frame pinning my arms at my sides, his tears falling on my face as he looked down at me, his voice breaking as he cried out.

"I'm insecure, okay?!" He closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head in a listless motion, "I'm scared, I'm terrified- He seems so cool, and interesting, and attractive, and I am none of those things, and I'm scared I'm going to lose you!"

I blinked slowly up at him, my eye twitching as his tears fell on my brow. I wiggled my arms from his now-weakened grip, looping them around his chest, bringing him down against me, holding him in my embrace, sliding a hand into his hair, massaging his nape softly.

"That will never happen." I whispered against his neck, and he shivered, a tender gasp falling from his lips through his sobs.

"How do you know..?"

"Because I love you."

"But what if you stop-"

"I won't."

"But-"

"No."

Yoosung relented, burying his face into my neck, letting out his tears, clutching desperately at my shirt. I continued stroking his hair, my other arm holding him firmly against my body, nuzzling my face against his neck.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

I shook my head slowly, squeezing his waist.

"You don't have to apologize."

"No, you've done nothing to make me doubt you like this..."

"Yoosung," I pushed him up gently so he could look me in the eye, smiling softly up at him, "You don't need to apologize for doubt... It's normal to be scared. I know that better than anyone."

He nodded slowly, his lip quivering, tears still escaping just beneath his eyelids. I brought my thumbs to his cheeks, softly wiping them away.

"Leon is just someone I work with. I only talk to him during shoots. He's, nice, in a way I guess, but he's really overbearing and makes me uncomfortable for the most part. Every time I work with him I just think about how much I want to be with you. It's the only thing that helps me get through the shoots. And," I smiled softly, pointing at the magazine spread, "I had them make sure the charm of our matching bracelets was showing in that shoot. Did you even read my section of the article?"

Yoosung looked away sheepishly, hiding behind his bangs.

"N-No..."

I sat up, pulling him into my lap, kissing his cheek gently, his head falling against my neck.

"It was a Q&A for upcoming models. They asked us a lot of questions, and one was about relationships, and I mentioned you," I tilted his chin, looking him in the eye, "My boyfriend."

He hiccuped, his watery gaze looking away from mine in embarrassment, his arm coming up to wipe at his tears.

"I just feel so.. So inadequate, sometimes..."

I placed my hands on his jaw, cupping it softly, nuzzling my nose against his.

"You're more than adequate."

He sniffled, his lavender eyes hopeful as they looked into mine.

"Really?"

I kissed his lips softly, smiling at him serenely.

"The adequatest."

He giggled, shaking his head softly.

"That's not a word."

"It is now."

"That's not how that works."

I kissed his lips again, happiness filling my insides as his smile returned to his lips.

"It does for me."

"Saeran," He sighed softly, running his hand tenderly along my chest, fingertips brushing over my collarbones, "You're being ridiculous."

"But it made you smile."

He was grinning now, his bangs dusting along pink cheeks, his purple eyes twinkling as he slid his hands over my neck.

"Yeah," He pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes, letting out a gentle breath, "It did."

That's it for this chapter! This fic is mainly about how Yoosung helped Saeran recover- but I know that our boy Yoosung is pretty insecure and that Saeran would definitely help him through that, just as much as Yoosung helps Saeran through his own self hatred and that's one of the many reasons I love these two ahhahHAHAHAHAHHHHH ok

~Pixil-8