You knocked on the door to Youngjae’s room after hearing from Mark that he wasn’t feeling well, knowing all too well that it meant that he didn’t want to talk to anyone, even if it made him feel miserable to be alone.
The soft sound of him rolling off of his bed and coming to the door was all you could hear on the other side. The door creaked open to reveal Youngjae, hesitantly looking up at you through the crack in the door.
It hurt a little to see him so sad, since you only ever saw him as his sweet, sunshine self. “Jae,” you said quietly. “I need you to let me in, OK?”
Without any resistance, he left the door open and motioned with his head for you to come inside.
The two of you sat on his bed and leaned against the headrest. You noticed that he was still in his stylist’s outfit as he turned a hat over in his hands.
He sighed and threw the hat onto his bed. “Just…comments. Meaner than usual,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Here, read them.”
You took the phone and scrolled to the one he told you to stop at, disgusted by what you read. Why can’t people see that they’re people too?, you thought angrily.
Without another word, you curled your legs up next to him and rested your head on top of his. His shoulders were shaking ever so slightly, which made you grab his hand after setting his phone away from you so he couldn’t read anything else.
He leaned on your shoulder and breathed heavily. Giving him a kiss on his head, you moved closer and cradled him while he moved his arms around your waist.
After a few minutes of cuddling in this position, you let out a breathy laugh. “I hope you don’t expect me to move, because you are so comfy and warm,” you giggled.
He laughed and squeezed you tighter. “I can’t get up until you do, so I guess we’re stuck here,” he said, which got muffled between you and the covers.
You both chuckled and settled in to stay for a while longer.