Yeosang shut his eyes to drown out the voices in his head, legs pulled up to his chest and curled up in bed. His plushie stayed scrunched up in his tight hold all the while. The bedroom door opened and closed quietly after a few minutes of silence as Jongho came into the dark room.

Jongho laid behind Yeosang and draped his arm over the olders waist gently, pulling him closer and kissing his nape. Letting Yeosang lace his fingers with his.

"Bitch," Yeosang mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow he had buried his face in. He pulled his legs closer, stretching his shoulders to get rid of the tension.

"I love you too much," Jongho whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Yeosang's exposed neck. He gently rubbed circles on Yeosang's back, trying to offer comfort and support in the only way he knew how.

Yeosang relaxed into Jongho's touch, letting out a deep breath as he felt some of the tension in his body start to ease. Jongho's presence was a calming force, a reminder that he was not alone in his struggles.

"I'm sorry," Yeosang finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been distant lately. It's just...hard."

Jongho tightened his hold on Yeosang, pulling him even closer. "You don't have to apologize, Yeosang. I'm here for you, always. We'll get through this together."

Yeosang turned in Jongho's arms, facing him as he reached up to cup his cheek. "Thank you, Jongho. I don't know what I would do without you."

Jongho leaned in to capture Yeosang's lips in a gentle kiss, pouring all the love and reassurance he could into it. "You'll never have to find out, Yeosang. I love you more than anything."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace and comfort in the love they shared. And in that moment, the voices in Yeosang's head seemed a little quieter, a little further away.

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The next morning, Yeosang woke up to a gentle hand in his hair and his body aching even more than the night before. He blinked his eyes open to see Jongho smiling down at him, a soft and loving expression on his face.

"Morning, love," Jongho greeted, brushing Yeosang's hair away from his face. "How are you feeling today?"

Yeosang groaned as he stretched his sore muscles, sitting up slowly in bed. "Aching, but better. Thanks to you," he replied, giving Jongho a grateful smile.

Jongho leaned in to peck Yeosang's lips before getting out of bed to make them breakfast. Yeosang watched him fondly, feeling a warmth in his chest at the simple domesticity of it all.

As they sat down to eat, Yeosang spoke up. "I think I need to see a therapist," he admitted, looking down at his plate sheepishly.

Jongho reached across the table to hold Yeosang's hand. "That's a brave decision, Yeosang. I'll support you every step of the way."

Yeosang felt a weight lift off his shoulders at Jongho's words, his love and understanding comforting him like a warm embrace. And as they finished breakfast and started their day together, Yeosang knew that with Jongho by his side, he could face anything that came his way.