Virulence|yoongi!centric!fluff!angst!trigger warning!~e n j o y~

~é p i l o g u e~

Author pov

February 6th, 2021. 

That was the date. Things were going so well for everybody in the band.

Jimin was learning to trust people,

Yoongi had learned how to cope,

and everyone else had learned to be optimistic towards the future.

Izumi was attending a beauty school, the news about Eunhye had died down, Seoyeon was still stuck in prison, and Chaewon? Well, no one really knows what happened to her. The last thing that was heard of her was that she moved to Singapore.

But this is all besides the point. The point is: Progress. 

Yoongi has made so much progress. There were only two flowers on his wrist and his blades? Gone. Never coming back. He was off of anti-depressants and anxiety medicines for good and the panic attacks had stopped. 

So much progress had been made

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Yoongi pov

When I woke up, I felt the sunlight torturing my eyes but I wasn't too angry about it. I managed to crane my neck to see Namjoon cuddling my side, soft snores escaping from him.

I cooed softly at him before stretching my arms, sat up, and ruffled my hair a bit as I tried to blink the sleep out of my eyes. At first, I was just going to get up out of bed and continue about my day but then I realized something.

This is the first time.

The first time in forever.

The first time that I had woken up and not cursed the universe for keeping me alive.

The first time I had woken up and not groaned at the feeling of my heart beating in my chest.

For the first time, I was happy I was being kept alive.

For the first time, I felt my joy increase with every pump of my heart.

And you know what? 

It was all thanks to my members and my fans. I was so happy they supported and keep supporting me.

Thanks to them, I'm happy.

Thanks to them, I can stop waking up in a cold sweat.

Thanks to them, I don't hate my life.

Thanks to them, I never have to hear the bitter voice in my head ever again.

And thanks to them, I escaped my depression and anxiety.

To my members especially, thank you.

You helped me escape the pain.

You built me up when the voices were breaking me down. 

Because of you, I'm happy.

I no longer feel the pain and bitterness of depression.

I love you all more than you could ever know.

And with that, I closed my eyes, burying myself in Namjoon's chest.

"I'm so proud of you, Yoongi." 

The positive voice in my head could be heard, congratulating me. Not a hint of virulence could be heard in it's voice.

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