Fix You

Eight.

Yoongi was still asleep when you woke up. Tucked tightly into your side, he had his face pressed into your shoulder. His hot breath tickled your neck. Your arm was asleep, but he looked so peaceful. You sighed and tried to readjust without waking him. He let out a soft whimper and snuggled closer, hooking a leg over yours and tightening his grip on your waist.

You couldn't help the small smile that played on your lips. It was nice having him back to how things had been, at least in this sense. Hearing that he didn't want to leave had made your heart soar last night. Yoongi had only been living with you for a few months--almost six, to be exact--and his presence had become so ingrained in your life that you had been terrified at the thought of him leaving.

He was your friend, and you loved having him around. You loved watching him experience the world for the first time. And you loved helping him create happy memories. Hopefully, someday, they would outweigh the bad ones.

Cautiously, you reached up and smoothed his hair. It was always ridiculously soft, but in the mornings, it seemed softer than normal. You continued to gently comb your fingers through the silky black strands, your fingertips massaging at his scalp. Yoongi took great care of his hair and fur, grooming himself somewhat obsessively, and the color and texture had improved significantly since you first took him in. His fur had been so dirty and dry when you brought him home as a cat, but thanks to the various shampoos and conditioners you had bought him, it was a deep, shiny ebony.

He stirred again, nuzzling further into your shoulder. You could feel a gentle rumble start in his chest as he stretched against you.

"Good morning," he hummed.

"Good morning, kitty." Your fingers caught on a small knot in his hair, and you tugged gently to get it out. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in days," he said softly.

"Yeah?"

He nodded against you. For a moment, he was quiet, the only sounds being the soft purr stuttering in his chest. His ears were focused in different directions, one pointed toward you, the other listening to whatever was going on outside your window.

You sighed. It was so peaceful laying there with him, feeling him breathing against you. You didn't want to ruin it. But you had to talk about the night before. And the sooner you got it over with, the sooner you could move past it.

"Hey Yoongi?" He hummed and shifted so he was looking up at you better. You continued to run your fingers through his hair to try to comfort him. "We should talk about last night."

Immediately, he tensed, his purring stuttering to a stop. His tail, which was draped across your waist, trembled slightly. You sighed. This was going to be difficult. But you wanted to help him, so you continued.

"I don't want to make it seem like I'm trying to push you more than you're comfortable with," you said softly. "But do you think it might help to talk to someone? Like, a professional?"

He sighed, still tense in your arms. You scratched at his scalp slightly, just under his ears, and he leaned ever so slightly into your touch. "Would it help?" His voice was soft, timid.

"I don't know," you said plainly. And truthfully, you didn't. You didn't know what would help. "But I don't like seeing you hurting. It won't be a perfect solution, but even if it helps a little..." You shrugged and resumed petting his hair. "I just want to see you happy."

"I am happy." His reassurance was firm, and you trusted that he believed himself. "But if you think I should go...?"

"I think it might be worth a try."