“I’m right here.” Hwang Hyunjin Drabble
can i request a drabble with hyunjin from stray kids where he is comforting yn?? i also wanted to say that i am really sorry about your mother, and all of my prayers go to her! May she heal in no time! And thank you!!
Word Count: 986 Summary: Hyunjin knows when somethings up, and he is always here to lend a shoulder to cry on.
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!!
Hyunjin.
He has been in your life since you can remember. He knows you better than you know yourself, he always have, and he always will. That's why it hurt your very soul that you wouldn't be able to talk to him about this very thing. Didn't help that this very thing tore you to pieces to not tell anyone, but you couldn't.
The day you found your sister hanging from the ceiling in a necklace of rope, you lost your voice. Not literally, but in a sense where you felt like you had to watch your every word, so it was easier to not talk as much as your bubbly and outgoing self used to. That was four days ago, and the only people that knew were you, your parents, the police and the medical team that had showed up at your door after your mother had heard your blood curdling scream.
You had cancelled your late night drive with him, telling him you didn't feel good- which wasn't a lie at all, you felt beyond sick. But it still felt like one. You just wanted to run the fourteen blocks it took to get to his house, bang on his door until he opened and run into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder for what felt like days. But you couldn't, not now. He was busy, and you knew that. He needed to focus on his upcoming projects with his group, them being an international success and all.
Hyunjin had been your best friend in the entire world, and you had no idea how you would get through this without him. You always told each other everything, so he instantly knew when something wasn't right.
"Y/N? Hey." His soft voice spoke on the other end of the line once you picked up the phone that had been ringing the past few days. "Hey." You spoke, trying to sound happy and chipper, but he saw right through it. He quickly let you know he was outside and asked if you wanted to let him in. You were quiet for a while, but then reluctantly did it.
The door opened slowly, revealing Hyunjin standing there with a worried look on his face. You looked up at him, your eyes immediately tearing up. It had only been half a week since you last spoke to him, but you had to admit- you missed him.
"Hey." He spoke softly, not getting any closer than the six feet he was when you opened the door, not knowing what state you were in as you never when this long without talking to him. You quickly lowered your head and started blinking rapidly to try and prevent the tears from falling, but it was no use. Soon, two streams made their way down your face, falling to the floor as they reached your chin.
It took every fiber of his being to not rush over and wrap you in bubble wrap and feed you soft cookies, but he soon couldn't contain himself. He made his way over to you and engulfed you in a hug as you cried. You buried your head into his shoulders as it all came breaking down. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your hands gripping onto the fabric of his hoodie. Hyunjin soon guided you to the floor, him leaning against the wall as you sat in between his legs, your head still in his shoulder, not being able to control your breathing.
"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere." He whispered, stroking your hair to calm you down. "I'm right here."
This went on for about thirty more minutes until you finally calmed down. You were forever grateful that your parents were at the police station, and probably would be for a few more hours, cause you didn't want them seeing you like this. A mess, on the floor in the hallway, crying your eyes out in the arms of the guy they were more than certain you were dating. It was embarrassing enough that Hyunjin saw you like this.
"Sorry. Your hoodie is all wet and nasty now." You pointed out a few minutes after you caught your breath. He assured you that it was no problem, but you apologized again. The debate went back and forth a few more times before he mentioned that it wasn't the first time you had gotten his hoodie messed up. Your mind instantly went back to the second grade when you were painting with watercolor, you and him, and you sneezed so hard you knocked over the paint water, spilling the red liquid all over his yellow hoodie. At first he had been super grossed out cause he thought the red on his shirt was a nosebleed, but when he understood the situation, he couldn't stop laughing. You apologized a million times, because the hoodie was new, and he was so proud of it, but he didn't care.
"When is it my time to ruin a hoodie of yours?" He asked quietly with a smile dancing on his lips. His comment made you chuckle, something that sounded like music to his ears.
After a while more, you moved to the couch where you told him what had happened, and he yet again wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. The first second you felt suffocated, but listening to his heartbeat made it worth it.
"I'm here if you want to talk to me okay? I know that I seem busy right now, but I'm never too busy for you, okay? I will run off stage in the middle of a concert if I need to." He spoke while rubbing a circle on your thigh. You looked up at him, and then felt yourself collapse back into his arms, sitting there until you fell asleep.
hope you like it!
-bentley