hi, I am anon from previous message ! sorry for you getting you confused 🫶 I meant the plot can be comfort or fluff for the danya from ziferblat
—reticence
(n.) being quiet and not sharing thoughts easily
Daniil Leshchynskyi x f!reader
summary. you’re parents got divorced a week before you were supposed to fly with Danya to Basel. How do you manage to carry such a heavy burden alone?
warning. family problems, not proof read
translations. Мила = sweetheart, Кохана = beloved, Люба = darling
It was unlike you to be so passive towards people, everyone knew that. They saw it in your eyes, red and tired—burdens blooming like flowers in a botanic garden beneath them— however not as much of a pretty sight as a garden would be— with your shoulders slouched under invisible, yet unbearable weight.
You got the usual ‘Are you okay?’ or a blunt ‘God, you look horrible,’ from people all around, yet no one really cared enough to ask on a deeper level, not even after your jaw tensed, or how you inhaled sharply whenever someone expressed their concern.
The thought of waking up each morning felt like a burden, each task you used to breeze through now felt like pushing a boulder uphill. Everything had dulled and now as life continued to move forward without waiting for you to catch up, you found yourself on a plane to Basel—headed to Eurovision, with Daniil by your side, his brother Valentyn next to him as they chatted with a few close friends or members of the team that were scattered nearby.
You were supposed to feel excited. Proud. Supportive. You were going to watch your boyfriend live out a dream that thousands would kill for—and instead, you were like this. Hollow. Numb.
You sank deeper into the airplane seat, picking at the skin around your nails, trying not to cry for the third time that day. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be happy for him?
The truth was that you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything remotely positive.
Your parents were getting divorced, and your mother had accidentally let it slip before giving you the full details. The thought of your parents splitting after years of what looked like a happy marriage hit you like a brick to the face. It made you wonder—were you really that absent from their lives? Have you broken the family because you decided to leave?
You pitied your younger siblings who still lived at home. It was a situation that shook even you—an adult. How would they, as teenagers, handle it?
You let out a deep sigh, texting your sister while people were still boarding. You tried to reassure her that things would be fine, but even she didn’t want to believe you.
“How would you know? You’re never here.” she texted, her words stinging probably more than she intended, but with everything going on, your emotions felt like porcelain—fragile and easily shattered.
“Are you okay, Мила?” you heard Daniil ask from beside you, his sweet eyes looking at you with concern. They always made your heart melt, even now, when it felt broken into pieces. “Yeah, just don’t feel too good—probably plane sickness or something,” you shrugged, managing a soft smile. He didn’t question it, only nodded and pulled you gently into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
Your arrival in Basel was quick. The usual emotions one would feel after arriving in a new country like wonder, excitement, curiosity were nowhere to be found. All you felt was disinterest.
Danya had excitedly listed countless places to explore— a cozy café he spotted near the hotel, a flea market rich with wild clothes and eccentric accessories. But nothing sparked a single flicker of enthusiasm.
“Not today,” you said. “I’m tired. Maybe next time?” Your lukewarm responses dimmed his excitement, his expression switching between a sense of understanding and disappointment.
“Go on without me,” you insisted. “I’ll sleep the sickness off and hopefully we can be more productive tomorrow.” You kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Are you sure? I can stay with you,” he offered, clearly hesitant to leave. You shook your head, trying to smile. “No, no. Go have fun so you can tell me all about it later.” He let out a soft, defeated sigh, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright. But if you need me, just text, okay?”
You watched him walk off with Valentyn and a few of their friends, disappearing into the vibrant city you felt too heavy to enjoy.
Your sister had gone quiet again, leaving your messages on read. So, you did what you told Danya you would; you slept. Or at least, tried to. Anything to escape your thoughts for a few hours and lose yourself in a dream where everything was still okay.
Rehearsals came soon enough as the semi-finals drew closer. The disappearing days making everyone nervous, people rushing around to perfect every last detail of their performance.
You sat off to the side—either texting your siblings or observing. Your eyes often found Danya, admiring how he sang each note so effortlessly, and how Valya played the guitar like it was a talent everyone was born with.
Then, as they finally decided to take a break, you watched the twin brothers interact. The way Daniil and Valentyn shared inside jokes, bickering playfully, laughing like life was as its peak..— it made something twist in your chest. Jealousy started to stretch over your entire being as you saw the bond between them you never really had with your own siblings. You didn’t feel this way out of resentment towards them, but because it reminded you of what felt so out of reach in your own life right now.
You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as you stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you mumbled, slipping out of the rehearsal room and into the hallway, walking until you found a stairwell— far enough from everyone.
You sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest, arms wrapping around them. Your breathing turned shaky and uneven, tears rolling down your cheeks, one after another, soaking your sleeves as you tried to bury your face in your arms. You didn’t make a sound, but the pressure in your chest felt unbearable.
Suddenly, it was as if an angel had blessed you.
Warm arms wrapped around you from behind, a familiar voice whispering into your ear, his breath brushing your skin. “I’m here, [Name]. Let it out, Люба.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hands rubbing your arms as if trying to warm you up in a calming manner.
You turned toward him instinctively as he pulled your frame against him without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you tightly with one of his hands finding your back and began to scratch gently, like he always did when you were overwhelmed.
“I just—” your voice cracked, “I’m sorry. I just— I didn’t mean to—” “Shh, don’t apologize, my love,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your cheek. “You’re okay. You don’t have to explain everything right now.”
But that’s what made it harder. You didn’t know how to explain it.
You never had. You’d always been quiet. Not shy — but the words always got stuck in your throat. Sometimes even you weren’t sure what you were feeling until it all came rushing out in one big breakdown. It was a habit you hated; burying things too deep and waiting until it was too late, until your hands shook and your throat locked up and everything spilled out in tears instead of words.
“I.. I don’t know how to say it,” you mumbled, voice muffled against his shoulder. “It’s dumb. I sound dumb.” He pulled you closer. “It’s not dumb.”
You hesitated again, trying to muster up the words that felt so embarrassing to be said out loud. But then, you cracked.
“My parents. They’re getting divorced.”
Danya stayed quiet, but you felt his arms tighten slightly. He didn’t interrupt, letting you take your time since he knew better than anyone that you had trouble speaking your mind.
You kept going, not even sure where all these thoughts suddenly came from but they needed to be let out. “And my sister— she’s mad at me. She says I’m never around. I think she thinks I’m selfish. Maybe she’s right. I mean I visit them every few weeks, sometimes months and never stay long, maybe that’s what broke them— that their oldest has left and I was the one thing keeping them together most of my childhood.”
“What’s worse is.. I feel stupid for crying about it,” you confessed, your voice barely audible. “They’re adults. I am too. They’re allowed to make their own decisions. I should be okay with that. But I’m not. I hate that I’m not. And it just makes me feel weak. Immature.”
Daniil cupped your face in both hands, gently wiping your tears with his thumbs. His expression was so soft it nearly melted you.
“You’re not stupid Кохана,” he said, firmly but gently. “You’re not weak. You’re not too much, and you’re definitely not not enough.” You started to shake your head but he leaned in, touching his forehead to yours. “You’re hurting. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. This is your family, the people you grew up with, the people who were supposed to hold you up. But when your bridge falls apart you can’t be expected to swim in the river under alone. It hurts. That’s normal.”
He brushed your hair from your face behind your ears, tracing small circles on your cheeks with his thumb.
“And you have every right to be upset about it,” he added, softer now. “No matter what age you’d be. Even if it feels like you shouldn’t.” He pulled you back into his chest, wrapping himself around you again like he could shield you from the world. “I’m so proud of you for telling me.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll cancel rehearsals for today, you need some peace and quiet, not bright lights and twenty failed attempts at hitting high notes.” Daniil tried to joke, which made you smile a bit, nodding as he went back into the room.
He spent the rest of the day with you, talking about the first day he promised you about, trying to distract you from your aching heart and even though you didn’t feel even near to perfectly fine, it helped. Just a little. The way he stayed close, the way he listened, the way he made you laugh without trying too hard; it all made the weight a bit easier to carry.
You weren’t okay yet, but you didn’t feel so alone anymore.
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