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Infinity
Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC
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Warnings: depression, mention of self harm, mention of suicidal thoughts, Christian and Mito being supportive af, very fluffy
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You had been awake for hours but hadn’t made a move to get out of bed. Your glassy eyes watched the rain spatter against the large windows in your shared bedroom. You didn’t even hear the front door open and close or the pad of his feet coming upstairs.
“Love?” Christian said when he walked in, closing the door behind him.
You made no sound, your body rigid.
“Honey?” he tried again as he gently rolled you onto your back, sitting next to you on the bed.
Your eyes remained on the ceiling, never glancing at him.
“Have you stayed in bed the whole day? You’re in the exact same position you were in when I left this morning.” he said, rubbing his hand across your waist comfortingly.
Your lip quivered while silent tears fell from the corners of your eyes. You shifted, bringing your hands to hold his large one on your waist. “I’m wallowing in self pity.” you said.
Christian chuckled, you always had a knack for being funny even when you felt like shit. “Bad day?” he asked gently.
“I’m so tired all the time… No - not tired, exhausted. Everything feels so heavy and overwhelming. And I constantly have these negative thoughts… intrusive and… violent.” you whispered the last bit.
Christian knew of your past and present journey with self harm. He felt and saw your scars on the daily. He never thought less of you for them, he had the same struggle. Christian’s other hand slipped beneath the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt no new cuts on your thigh.
You pulled both of his hands to your chest, resting them over your heart. You held them, playing with his long digits every so often. “I just want it all to stop.” you whispered, finally looking at him.
Your eyes were bloodshot, it was obvious you had been crying off and on the whole day. But that comment, that is what worried him the most. “You want the thoughts to stop or do you want life to stop?” he asked gingerly.
You looked away shamefully before shrugging.
Christian’s heart broke for you. He got out of bed, walking over to your side. He pulled the covers back before picking you up bridal style. He carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter. He filled the tub with warm water, adding epsom salt and bubbles just the way you liked it. He slowly peeled your clothes off before setting you inside. The warm water and vapors made you let out a sigh of content. Christian sat outside the tub, carefully washing your hair then you. You watched him with the most thankful eyes but couldn’t manage to say anything. After a while he just let you rest in the tub, he knew you liked being surrounded by water and in lieu of the ocean the bath would suffice.
“I’m so sorry… this isn’t fair to you. I can’t make you happy, I can’t even…” you said before dropping your gaze to his crotch. You couldn’t remember the last time you two had sex, your depression getting especially bad in the harsh winter months.
“Hey,” he said in a slightly different tone.
You snapped your eyes to his, they were darker, rounder. You knew it was Mito.
“I think - no, I know I speak for all of us when I say we could never have sex again and we would still be here. We will always be here, you’re it for us. We love you.” He said before draining the bath. He helped you stand before drying you off. He walked over to the towel warmer you forgot you had bought a while back. He pulled your clean pajamas out, they enveloped you like a hug.
You rested your head on his chest before wrapping your arms around him tightly. You breathed him in, felt his strong arms around you. He picked you up, hands under your thighs as you snuggled further into him. He set you down on the kitchen counter, “Have you eaten today?” he asked.
You shook your head ‘no’ at him.
He tutted before making you a cup of tea. You watched him cut up fruits for you as you sipped the tea. He knew how much you liked them, especially the summer fruits when it was cold and snowy outside. Every once and a while Mito would stop to give you a kiss on the cheek. He walked to the living room briefly to set down the cutting board before coming back to carry you over.
“I can walk.” you said squirming slightly, feeling somewhat like a burden to him.
“I know,” he said before setting you down on the couch softly. He pulled a blanket over both of you before wrapping his arms around you. He pulled a slice of peach off the cutting board for you, smiling when you ate it without hassle. He knew your heart. He knew these times were tough and he knew he would always be there to care for you just as you did for him when he got like this. He sat and watched music videos with you, knowing you liked the dances and bright colors. Joking around with you when he could, especially when you watched his music videos. He dramatically did the breathing part of “Don’t Go Insane” which caused you to let out a shrill giggle. It was like music to his ears, seeing you finally smile and even laugh. He cuddled into the crook of your neck, giving you a cheeky kiss.
You pulled his face to yours, “Thank you,” you said before kissing him deeply. He held your face as you pulled away, lips following yours slightly as he could never get enough of you. Your foreheads leaned against each other, soaking in the moment, “I love you more than anything.” you said.
Mito smiled softly, “I love you more than anything times infinity.”
You chuckled again, happy that the person you were in love with was deeply caring and so incredibly goofy.
“Everything will work out in the end. And if it doesn’t, it’s not the end yet.” he said before pecking your lips once more.
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Naboo's Note:
Hey! Hope ya'll like this one, very fun to write and based off a request. Thanks for all the like and comments! Send in a request and I just might write it! XOXOXOXOXOXO
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Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 895 WC
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Warnings: arguing, hurt/comfort, brief mention of blood, mention of self harm
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You slammed the bedroom door shut and wiped the tears from your face. You don’t even remember what you two were arguing about but today was the worst of it. You both said things you didn’t mean, but that didn’t stop the words from cutting deep. You grabbed a backpack from your closet, packing a few clothes just for the night. You texted your friend, asking if you could stay the night. You slipped on your shoes silently as you read their text that said yes. You quietly shut the front door and walked the few blocks to your friends, not bothering to go tell Christian where you were going. Not that he cared.
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Christian sighed as he leaned against the door of his studio. He rubbed his hands over his face, groaning. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled and he definitely shouldn’t have said what he said. He heard his own voice over and over again in such a harsh tone.
“You are suffocating! All I do is get text after text, call after call, date after date from you. We are always around each other, honestly sometimes I wish I was back on tour just to get away!”
He had had a shit day and he took it all out on you in one moment. He felt a deep sense of shame as he shuffled to the bedroom door. His eyebrows drew together in confusion when he saw the door was open. He quietly walked in but didn’t see you. Checking your closet and office he started to panic. He called out your name multiple times before deciding to call you. Your phone went straight to voicemail and his texts werent getting through to you either. He paced the kitchen, the clock reading 1 AM, where the hell would you have gone? He started to spiral, Mito emerging for the first time in weeks.
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You came home the next day right before sundown. You and your friend relaxed all day, just wanting to get away yet prepare for the conversation you knew was inevitable. You set your bag down next to the door before taking your shoes off. The house was eerily quiet. You saw a few things in the living room and kitchen knocked over.
“Christian?” you called out, body filling you with the want to run and that you were somehow in danger.
You heard nothing as you made your way down the hall towards your bedroom where you heard the sink running. You saw droplets of blood on the floor outside your door; your mind shifted, no longer filled with fear of a break in but filled with a fear for your boyfriend. You Knew Christian struggled with self mutilation, your mind raced as you scrambled towards the bathroom. You threw the door open. Christian stood with his shirt off as he wrapped his hand in a bandage, knuckles painting the white gauze red.Your eyes widened before you rushed to him, holding his hands.
“Oh honey what happened?” you whispered, noticing a wound on his shoulder as well.
“The vase… in the living room. I threw it… it shattered and cut me up.” he looked down, not wanting to see your eyes.
“Mito look at me.” you asked delicately.
He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours. “I’m sorry. I freaked out when we couldn’t find you… I thought you left for good.”
You sighed feeling bad for causing a panic attack out of pettiness ”I should have told you I was going out.” you whispered, cradling his cheek.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, or said what I said. It's not true… everything is so overwhelming, I just don’t know how to cope and took it out on you.”
You nodded in understanding, “Guess we were both in the wrong?” you chuckled slightly.
Mito gently pulled your chin up, bringing your lips to his. “I’m so sorry my love, I was out of line.”
You could feel his sincerity, “I forgive you.” you said before giving him another kiss. “Can I help?” you said, eyes moving between the bleeding cut on his shoulder or his cut up hand. Christian nodded. You pressed a cold damp cloth to his wounded shoulder. Dabbing at it before sanitizing it and dressing it. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to patch up Mito. You have been around long enough to see just how deep depression can get. Long enough to see his self hate become something physical that took the form of cutting himself. But this was the first time in a while, you felt so powerless when he would hurt himself. The person you loved most was hurting in ways unimaginable to you.
You woke from your trance to Mito’s hand under your chin before he wiped away a tear you had not realized had fallen. “I’m alright, everything is ok.” he said, kissing you slowly. He pulled his tank top back over his torso.
“Can we go to bed early?” you asked, the sun barely vanished from the sky.
Mito nodded, pulling you toward the bedroom with him, ready to sleep away the pain of the last few days. As you curled into him, you felt his arms encircle you before he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Love you.” you heard him whisper as your eyes fluttered closed.
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Naboo's Note:
Hello! Sorry this took so long to get out, I will try to write more this weekend, hopefully the motivation will hit me in the face with a 2x4. Thanks for all the comments and reblogs, they motivate me a lot. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO