-Summary- You felt empty but Chan was there to help you feel better.
-Warnings- Angst? Lots of crying, and nicknames
-a/n- This one was written shortly after a breakdown, 😀 hence the topic I suppose. I think we could all use a Chan for a good hug and some comfort.
You had a lot of bad days. Sometimes it would just be from anxiety or stress over school, but sometimes you just felt empty. You wouldn't feel like yourself, you didn't want to move or speak. You didn't feel like life, and you didn't know how to fix it. Today was another one of those days. You had finished your classes for the day and had walked straight into the bedroom and sat down on the floor. The floor had always felt more comfortable for whatever reason, maybe because you could press yourself into the corner of the room and hide there til you felt better.
You weren't sure when, but at some point tears started falling down your face. Why was that? It's not like you could feel anything, let alone sadness. Maybe it was your body trying to mourn the loss of feeling, it's way of saying that it missed life. Whatever the reason, you just let it happen. You didn't know what else to do. You would wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, til it fixed itself and you could feel something again.
Your brain barely registered that, as you were sitting there lost so far inside of yourself, that the bedroom door had opened. The lights weren't on but you knew that it was Chan, returning from work. Your head was leaning against the wall, knees curled up to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself, staring off into nothing when a figure crouched down in front of you. "Baby? Are you okay?" You finally understood that Chan had come home and was now sitting in front of you, wondering why you were on the floor curled up against the wall. More tears streamed down your face as you gave a slight shake of your head. This seemed to be the only time that any emotion would come back to you, when Chan would ask if you were okay and you would be upset that he had to come home to you like this. You hated how you felt nothing, how you couldn't fix it. You hated how you could lose interest in everything that you loved in an instant. The more you thought about it the more frustrated and upset you became. Why were you like this? You were full on sobbing at this point, burying your face into your lap to hide yourself from Chan.
Seeing how vulnerable and upset you were only made him want to comfort you more. He hated seeing you like this, not that he's blaming you for being like this, he just hates seeing you so empty and sad. He hated seeing everything that made you happy mean absolutely nothing to you. He loved seeing you laugh over something you saw online, or something that he had said or did, he loved seeing you enjoy the little moments in life. Seeing all of that be ripped away from you made him want to cry. He wanted to make you feel better in anyway that he could.
Chan gently picked you up and sat down on the bed, cradling you in his lap as you started crying again, hiding your face in his chest. "It's okay to feel like that some days, and it's okay to cry because you feel that way, it's okay. I promise it'll go away soon. I'm here." He ran a reassuring hand up and down your back, the other one holding your body against his. "I won't leave you, I will always be right here for you." He left a kiss on the top of your head and started rocking you both back and forth.
Your sobs started to quiet down into a series of hiccups and sniffles. You were exhausted at this point and were starting to doze off, but you had one request before you fell asleep.
Chan could tell you were getting tired and would probably fall asleep soon, you always feel asleep after you cried. He could feel your little fingers uncurl from his shirt as your wet cheek left his chest to look up at him. He looked down to see pleading eyes and cheeks covered in tears. He brought a hand up to wipe at your tears and caress your cheek with his thumb. "What is it little one? Are you tired?" You nodded your head as you pouted up at him and wiped at your cheeks. "Would you like me to sing you a song? Hmm? Would that help my princess sleep?" You blushed at the nickname he used and buried your face in his neck, slowly nodding your head. There was something very relaxing about having your face pressed against his neck when he would sing.
Chan leaned back against the bed and covered you up in a blanket before he started to quietly sing one of your favorite songs. He might not always be able to make the pain disappear but he could be there for you when you were hurting.
