#it's a headcanon of mine that sing calls yut-lung 'yue' like the fandom does

[chaoslynx]

If you're still taking prompt requests, could I pls request something with YueSing talking about trauma?

Yut-Lung gasps for air, feeling like he's drowning. Why can't he breathe? Why ... ?

He hasn't felt like this in a while. Things have been better recently, years after everything but—suddenly none of that matters, and he's fifteen again, at the mercy of ... everyone. Everyone.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," a man's voice says, but of course it's a lie. It's never okay. They always say shit like that right before they ...

Yut-Lung blinks the haze from his eyes, looking up and trying to figure out what's going on. Where he is. Who he's with.

There's a figure looming over him—tall, muscular, everything that Yut-Lung has learned to fear. Yut-Lung shrinks back. If he makes himself small, vulnerable, maybe they'll take pity on him.

A joke, really. They never do.

The man takes a step toward Yut-Lung, and Yut-Lung's chest seizes up. "Stay away from me!" he yells. He'll probably pay the price for acting out, but ... He can't help it, sometimes. He's so, so afraid.

"Yue ..." the man replies, and he sounds ... sad?

Who calls him Yue?

"Hey, I won't come closer. Okay? Yue, please. Try to—breathe, or—anything. Please."

Breathing. Yut-Lung can do that. Yue can do that. Just breathing. Easy.

The world comes back into focus. He's on the floor, and the figure in front of him is crouching down, a few feet away. He really hasn't come closer.

W-wait.

"Sing?" Yut-Lung manages.

"There you go. It's me, okay? I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you."

Yut-Lung nods. It's Sing. God, he's so stupid sometimes. He takes another breath.

"Sorry," Yut-Lung manages. "You—just, sometimes when I'm—"

"It's okay," Sing replies. He sits down fully. "Guess this growth spurt is a blessing and a curse, huh?"

Oh. He figured that out right away.

"Everything gets blurry and confusing," Yut-Lung tries to explain. "I can't figure out where I am, or—who you are." He lowers his voice. "You look like ... them."

Sing nods. "Yeah. I get it. I mean, I don't have the same experiences as you, but shit's hard for me sometimes. I don't blame you, okay?"

"... Yeah," Yut-Lung mumbles. Someone not blaming him. That's new.

Or, maybe it's not, anymore. But it's still hard to believe that.

Sing looks at Yut-Lung, and suddenly his strength feels like safety instead of ... anything else. "Yue," Sing says, and even his voice is strong.

"Sorry," Yut-Lung whispers.

"Yue, this isn't your fault. I mean—yeah, it's hard to see you ... afraid of me. But it's not your fault. Okay?"

Yut-Lung can breathe again, and it all seems so silly. Sing used to be just this scrawny kid, and now he's grown so much. Yut-Lung still feels like he's in the same place he's always been.

But maybe he's not, really. He—he has Sing now, at least. He didn't have anyone before, so ... maybe things are different now. 

"Okay," Yut-Lung agrees softly. "Thank you."

"Of course. I'm sorry I scared you."

Yut-Lung shakes his head. "Not your fault. I know you were just trying to help."

"Yeah," Sing breathes. "I don't know what to do. When you get like that. I want to help, but ... I feel like I always make things worse for you."

"N-no, Sing! You—you're perfect; you're ..."

Sing smiles, a little sad. "It's okay, Yue. I know it hurts."

"I ..." Yut-Lung trails off, and it's quiet for a moment. Then, "Maybe, instead of getting close to me, if you just ... talk to me?"

Sing blinks. "Talk?"

"Yeah, and ... This time, when you called me Yue. That ... helped."

"It did?"

"Yeah," Yut-Lung whispers. "You're the only one who ... So it reminds me that it's you. That you wouldn't hurt me."

Sing grins. "I can do that!" he says, and even though his voice has changed—deeper now, not a child anymore—there's a hint of that kid who told Yut-Lung he couldn't bring himself to hate him. The kid Yut-Lung fell in love with.

Yut-Lung smiles, too. "Let's try that, then. Sorry, I—I know this is hard for you."

Sing hums. "Maybe so, but you're worth it."

Yut-Lung's eyes widen. "I am?"

Sing laughs. "Of course. If you weren't, I wouldn't still be here. Right?"

"Y-yeah. I guess." He's never really thought about it that way. "Thank you, Sing."

"Of course. Yue. Of course."

"Can you ... Can you hug me? Please." Touch me gently, like only you ever would.

"Yeah," Sing whispers. "Yeah, I can do that. Thank you, for trusting me."

Yut-Lung smiles. "You make it so easy." You make everything so easy, Sing.

Thank you.

#banana fish #yuesing #yut lung lee #sing soo ling #prompt fill #always taking prompts!! <3 #hope this works! #it's a headcanon of mine that sing calls yut-lung 'yue' like the fandom does #so i hope you don't mind me incorporating that hc into this! #panic attack cw #answers #ofdemonsandangels