"so noona. what's up?" the elder picked at the sleeves on her sweater, chewing on her already bitten bottom lip.
"seokjin hyu-oppa, um, h-he said that I should, uh, talk to you. b-but I just...i don't know how to start." if the younger noticed the accidental slip, he didn't mention it.
"what's going on, somi?"
"i...I just...how do I say this? um, i just, my mental and physical self aren't matching up correctly and I...I can't. it's too much. and it just feels like i can't breathe. and-"
"noona, it's ok. you don't have to force yourself to explain to me. we'll do this slowly and at your pace, alright?" somi nodded before being pulled into a hug by namjoon.
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From Somi to Yoongi
FanfictionMin Somi never felt comfort in her body. That is, until 'she' became 'he.' this is a trans!yoongi story and is lowercase intended
