His skin was too tough to crawl under.
His walls were too high to climb.
His mind was too black to see.
His true heart was too far to reach.
It was as if he locked himself away deep in his own dungeon designed to be his personal asylum with only...
You woke up in Yoongi's arms. He was still asleep. You climbed on top of him and snatched his eye drops. Carefully pushing his eyelids open to not awaken him while revealing a pink wall behind his lashes, you squeezed a tiny drop inside.
Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. He was beginning to open his eyes. "Did you just ointment me...?" He grumbled tiredly.
"Yes. Don't open your eyes." You sweetly instructed.
Squeezing his blind eye shut, the other was still open. He was practically winking at you.
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(A/N: You're welcome. 😇😈)
You grinned and chuckled. "Cheater."
"What can I say? It's my nature." He said charmingly.
"Thanks to you and your cheat codes, my uncle would've had us both dead."
"Don't.... Don't ever mention him."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I hope I didn't trigger anything."
"Yeah. My hunger. I'm hungry. Something spicy."
"I'll make you some kimchi pancakes." You offered.
"No, I'll make it." He insisted.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm used to my line of sight now. Just because I lost an eye, I'm not useless yet."
You were laughing at the word "yet" as you grinned at him. "No. You're not useless at all. You're very useful to me."
Yoongi had a devilish smirk. His hand snaked to the back of your head, pulling you close. The tip of his tongue grazed your lips, scooping your top lip into a kiss. It was a nice beginning to the morning.
Downstairs in the kitchen while Yoongi (wearing his sunglasses) was handling himself well cooking for the first time since the implant, you had just one question: "Will you go back to racing?"
"Yeah. Of course." Yoongi answered predictably.
"If you are, can you at least retire from drifting? I'm afraid being half blind will get you in crashes faster."
Yoongi lifted his sunglasses and looked at you with judge-y eyebrows, wanting you to see his expression.
"I'm just scared that because you lost so much of your perception..... you could die out there."
"No. You're right. I should retire. The 'Savage' has seen better days. It's best I put her away. .....Or sell her....." He looked sad.
"No, you don't have to sell her. Old cars aren't worth that much. You would have a better time fixing up a Ferrari, or building a hot rod for a higher price. Don't sell the Stingray, Yoongi. I know how much it means to you. You worked so hard on it. Don't give up on it like that. You're Agust D, the best street racer in Underground. And the Agust D I knew since before I even met you never. Backs. Down. You never surrender from a fight. And this is a fight you have to win."
Yoongi looked amused. "What fight?"
"The fight to keep your passion. I don't want to take drifting away from you. You can still do it. I just prefer it's not in dangerous races."
A soft smile appeared on his face. He pulled you against his body with one arm and planted a kiss on your forehead. "This is why I love you. Thanks."
To you, it seemed Yoongi was finally at peace. At peace after years of trauma, anger, and sadness. He found it in himself to forgive, with a firm nudge. With Silver gone, he could put everything to rest: his brother, his parents, his torment. It was all with your help. You practically led him to the person he swore vengeance on, and you assisted him in ending his wrathful vendetta.
You were like his lantern to help him light the way through a black tunnel. Now that he learned to forgive you and feel at peace for the first time in a long time, he was able to find the exit to that tunnel and step back into the light.
He regretted everything he did to you: neglect, hate, accusations, assumptions, and twisting truths into weaved lies. He was like a tiger. A solitary yet cuddly cat, but when wronged, portrayal of an insatiable anger and a lust for vengeance can be seen, and it will stop at nothing until revenge is claimed, even if it would have to wait patiently for years at a time to make the fatal last pounce. Tigers, like Yoongi, were ambitious, tenacious, determined, strong-willed, and persistent. The fact that you saved his life two or three times in the time span of less than 24 hours helped him forgive you faster.
Now he could heal, spiritually and emotionally. The only therapy he needed was the bundle of love and joy right in his arms. That's where he found true happiness.
