Memories ~ Krisho, pt1

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Hiya! Dewy/Ki here with another short story! This time I'm posting Krisho!^^ I don't really know what to say about it, but I think it's pretty fluff~ I hope you guys enjoy it!

Extra Note: the cover is temporary lmao. I also know this is shorter than my other stories.

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☆ Rating: T ☆

Pairing: Krisho

Warning: None!

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The car ride was silent, neither dared to say a word and it's been that way ever since they left the doctor's office. Yifan tried to speak to his fiance at some point during the ride back home, but Junmyeon seemed to be deep in thought. He stopped trying after a few attempts, turning up the radio instead so it would overcome the silent and depressing atmosphere that was suffocating him.

The ride from the doctor to their house was at most a twenty minute drive, for they lived just outside the city.  When they arrived home, Yifan hoped that he could sit down and comfort Junmyeon, however that wasn't the case. Upon entering their shared house - that was so gratefully rented to them by their friends Chanyeol and Baekhyun - Junmyeon was quick to make his way into their room and lock himself in. He wanted time to himself, to process the information given to him and take it all in. He was still in shock and he felt overwhelmed by everything.

Yifan wasn’t surprised, but he was disappointed. He frowned and with a sigh he placed his keys on the kitchen counter and made his way to the bedroom door.

"Myeon,” He called out softly, “open the door please," He calmly pleaded but received no response.

"Junmyeon, please open the door. Talk to me." He tried once more, knocking on the door while doing so. Yet, nothing. There was no sound. Absolute quietness. That could only mean that Junmyeon wasn't even crying. Yifan has spent years with Junmyeon, he knows how he cries or how he reacts to difficult situations.  He was right, Junmyeon was indeed not crying. Instead he stared blankly at the coffee brown painted walls of their bedroom, after lying down on his side. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. He was quiet on the outside, but on the inside he was a mess. He was thinking of so many things yet the one subject that kept popping up and made him even more afraid and depressed about the situation, was about that one person who was trying so desperately to get into the room to comfort him.

He was too worried about the future. It was giving him anxiety, it was giving him a headache. What has he done to deserve this punishment and to harm those around him? He was a good person. He never did anything wrong, so why was God punishing him this way?

Yifan knew that Junmyeon just needed some time to himself. He needed to rest and calm down, so he retreated back into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

Three hours have ed and Junmyeon has still not left their room. It was concerning and Yifan tried once more to talk to him.

“Jun?” He knocked on the door, “I made food. You haven’t eaten all day,  come eat, please?” He waited for a response.

“Go away.” He faintly heard, making his heart heavy. He felt pushed away, which wasn’t what Junmyeon intended. However, Yifan did as told. He walked away and gave him time.

The hours went by, the sun said goodbye and the moon greeted the sky. Yifan had spent his time watching tv but also sending texts to Junmyeon, in hope that a response might come in. Again, nothing.

It was getting late and he’s heard nothing from his partner. Standing up from the comfort of the couch, he walked over to the bedroom door once more and lightly knocked.

“Jun? I know you want time alone, I just wanted to remind you that I’m always here for you. I’ll be waiting right here, okay?” He stated as he slid down the door and leaned his head against the door frame.

In the morning Yifan had called in sick to work, wanting to find a way to get Junmyeon to talk to him instead. He tried to get him out by ordering his favorite take out food, putting on his favorite movie. He broke a plate, wondering if Junmyeon would come in worry or fury, but nothing. Now he was getting to the method he hoped he wouldn’t have to use; getting into Junmyeon’s head.

“Junmyeon, open the door. You can’t be in there all day.” He started out with.

No answer.

"Junmyeon!” Yifan pretended to lose his patience but he couldn’t lie about his anxiety. What if this actually pushes Junmyeon further away from him. Once again nothing and he had no other choice but to continue.

”Talk to me! Do you think you're the only one that's getting affected by this? We just found out about this and yet you’re already shutting me out! Is that what you want?" Junmyeon’s heart sped up upon realizing what he was doing. Was he really pushing Yifan away this soon? Those words simply triggered Junmyeon to get out of the white sheeted bed and swung the door open.

“Jun-” Words seized to escape past his lips, the moment the arms of his lover wrapped themselves around his torso.

“I’m sorry, Fan.” The Korean male cried as Yifan tightened his embrace and buried his face against his neck, whispering that it's okay to cry. After an hour of standing and crying, Junmyeon was finding it hard to stand and Yifan knew which resulted in him picking Junmyeon up bridal style and carry him over to their bed.

He laid down right next to him, wiping away his tears and kissed his forehead.

"I'm scared, Yifan."  Junmyeon whispered, fear being evident in his voice.

“I know, I am too,” He responded, tucking Junmyeon under his chin and rubbed circles on his back.

The room stayed silent for a few minutes until Junmyeon found enough strength to speak again.

“Yifan, promise me that even if I forget you, you won’t leave me.”

Kris repositioned himself so he was at Junmyeon’s eye level and stared directly at him with a reassuring glance.

“Junmyeon, did I leave you when the doctor told us about your condition?” He shook his head.

“Did I leave you when you decided to lock yourself away?” He shook his head again with a small sniff.

“Then what makes you think I will leave when the worst is about to come? I will not leave you even if you try to push me away,” He placed a hand on the other’s cheek before continuing, “And when you forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me, I’ll remind you every time. I won’t leave you, Junmyeon, I promise.” He sealed his promise with a soft kiss on the lips and went back to their previous position.

Junmyeon felt more at ease with the answer Yifan had given him but deep inside he felt like a terrible person. He was going to give a person he loved so much, such a hard time. He was going to forget him. He was going to forget their first encounter, their first date, their first kiss, their first time, their engagement. He was going to forget it all and it was a devastating thing to know. That wasn’t even the hardest part for him however, he was going to leave him someday and that’s what broke him the most. This person, who loves him so much, is willing to stay by his side despite knowing all of this, and as much as it made Junmyeon feel happy and safe, he also felt like he was selfish.

“I’m sorry, Yifan.” It was quiet but not unheard.

Yifan pulled him closer, almost as if he was afraid he’d disappear, and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, Junmyeon.” Those were the only words that Yifan managed to get out as he quietly cried, listening to Junmyeon’s loud and heartbreaking sobs until they died down and he was peacefully asleep in his arms.

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That’s it. That’s all you guys get. For now.

♡ I hope you guys enjoyed it~ ♡ Maybe look out for PT2 eue ♡

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