ಠ_ಠwarning/content: reader has nightmares/ptsd from childhood sa, yunho is there to comfort her
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The first time it happened, was in the middle of sex. It wasn't anything he had done, anything he had said. It was just a bad day for those type of memories.
"Stop," you had whispered, and he was immediately off of you, eyes searching your teary ones frantically; afraid he'd hurt you. "I'm sorry-"
"No, no, don't be sorry," he shook his head quickly, hands slowly going to rub your hips; thinking that's what had caused the abrupt stop. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough right away."
"It's not you." He was confused. If not him, then, "it's me."
It all came spewing out in that moment. How you had been touched, everything they had done to you, everything that came after — all of it, while you were at your very most vulnerable; completely naked and sobbing your eyes out by the end of it.
He had laid beside you at some certain point, keeping an inch of distance between you, but his eyes never leaving your face as he took in every word. "It's not you," he said, "it's not your fault."
You took all of your courage and managed to look at him, and his eyes were teary and genuine. "Thank you for telling me all of this... I want to be here for you, for everything. You know that, don't you?"
After that, life continued as normal. Kind of like you had never spoken about it, but it lingered in the way he would look for your permission before moving forward with anything physical. How he'd gauge your emotions silently when you seemed lost in your head.
The next time was in the middle of the night. He'd had a long day of practice and was grumpy to be woken up by your crying, but it turned into concern in a second flat as he realized the position you were in; curled up as small as you could make yourself, sniffling and wiping your tears roughly.
You jumped when he touched your shoulder, head turning on a swivel to see him; and you relaxed when you did. "Yunho..."
"I had... A memory." You didn't have to say anything more, he knew what you had meant.
"What can I do?" Was his immediate response, ready to do anything under the sun to make you feel better.
"Will you hold me?" You asked after a second, and he was quickly to turn you on your side and pull you close, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you.
"I've got you," he said with a kiss to your head, "I've always got you."
