Fix You

Eleven.

Warnings: discussion of sexual assault

You woke slowly, groggy and unsure of what had actually caused you to drift out of dreamland. You and Yoongi had stayed up later than usual watching a movie, so you hadn't been expecting to be awake until at least mid-morning. It was not mid-morning, that much you knew. It was still pitch black in your room, the first rays of dawn nowhere near ready to make their appearance.

You reached for your phone to check the time, and immediately something was wrong. The form you had grown so accustomed to being tucked into your side and half on-top of you wasn't there. And when you blindly groped the other side of the bed to try to find him, you were met with nothing but cold air.

You groaned as you sat up, rubbing at your eyes. The room was cold, the hardwood floor even more so as you stepped out of bed and tugged on a hoodie that was laying by your closet. It was Yoongi's, and it smelled like him, but at that moment, you didn't care because it was warm.

There was a faint light coming from the hallway, and you followed it into the living room and then the kitchen, finding Yoongi sitting at your island with a mug in his hands. His back was facing you and he looked cold, wearing only a thin white t-shirt and a pair of baggy pajama pants. You watched as his ear tracked your movement, following you from the doorway to the sink.

"You okay?" you questioned softly, pouring yourself a glass of water. Behind him, his tail flicked, but his gaze didn't rise from his mug. You nodded to yourself, approaching him quietly. Sitting your glass on the counter, you reached up and brushed his bangs out of his eyes, thinking yet again how long his hair had gotten. "Come sit with me," you encouraged softly. "I'm going to watch something stupid on tv." You brushed his hair back one more time, scratching gently below his ears before pulling away.

As you made your way into the living room and grabbed the remote, you wondered briefly if he was going to join you. But then the kitchen light turned off and he was padding in, mug in hand. You handed him his basketball blanket as you sat down, and, after sitting his mug on the side table, he spread it out over his lap.

You scrolled through the guide trying to find something that wasn't an infomercial to watch--a herculean task, considering it was nearly 4am and prime infomercial time. Yoongi's arm reaching across your body drew your attention, and when you looked down, he had covered your lap with his blanket, too.

"Thanks." You offered him a small smile. "See anything you want to watch?"

"Do we have any of that bar show left?" He snuggled into your side slightly, his hand falling to toy with the strings of your hoodie--his hoodie. He had become obsessed with the bar renovation show. It was one of those where the experts came in to turn the failing bars around, and he loved the big transformations at the end.

You opened the streaming service and picked up where you had left off. Yoongi hummed as the first bar was detailed, twisting the string in his fingers and perking up slightly when his favorite drinks specialist popped up on the screen. You were exhausted, and with Yoongi leaning into you the way he was, you let yourself drift ever so slightly.

A gentle, repetitive tug on your hair brought you back. Somehow, you had shifted so you were leaning against Yoongi, his arm wrapped around your shoulders tightly. You could feel his chest rumbling with a soft purr. It took a second for you to realize what the tugging was. Yoongi's tongue dragged through your hair, his rough tongue sometimes catching and getting stuck, causing him to gently pull the strands out of his mouth.

"Yoongi?" you questioned groggily, blinking in the harsh light of the television. A new episode of his bar show had started while you were asleep.

He stopped grooming you immediately, smoothing down your hair with his hand. "Sorry." His voice was soft, sheepish.