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8 years later
yoongi let out a sigh of relief, happy to be home after an exhausting day at work. all he wanted to do was eat a hot meal, change into his pajamas, and cuddle with his boyfriends.
he takes off his converse and slips on pink kitten slippers, his feet grateful for the comfortable shoes. yoongi sees namjoon reading on book on the couch, and jungkook and taehyung playing games. in their mid-twenties, they're still the same boys yoongi fell in love with. it makes his heart swell with affection.
"hi, baby." namjoon greets yoongi, with jungkook and taehyung soon following. yoongi greets them as well, and walks to the couch before spreading himself all over namjoon. the other just laughs before running his hands through yoongi's hair, something he knows comforts him.
"the rest are making dinner. it'll be done in five minutes. m'kay, baby?" taehyung says, his fingers rushing to press buttons on his xbox controller. yoongi nods slightly, having barely paid any attention to taehyung due to the fingers running through his black locks.
soon, the five minutes are up and seokjin is calling the rest of the boys to wash up and get to the dinner table.
after washing his hands, yoongi finds a seat at the table. this is one of his favorite parts of the day; dinner time. it's a time where all his lovers and him can enjoy a meal. namjoon, bless his soul, usually has late classes for medical school. thankfully, today it seems that is not the case. and seokjin must have closed the restaurant early to have this dinner. it warms yoongi's heart to know they'd go to such great lengths to have a nice meal all together.
eventually, when everyone is sitting down at the table with the food spread out, all seven of the boys were quick to start conversations. the food is evenly divided out to the seven men, who eat without a worry.
it had been a real struggle for yoongi. he had relapsed before, where he wouldn't eat for days unless the food was stuffed down his throat through a tube. there had been days where the voices would randomly appear, calling him fat and worthless. but through it all, through all the self-loathing, the six men sitting down with him right now have stayed by his side.
yoongi couldn't be more thankful.
now, staring at the curry and rice bowl in front of him, yoongi happily finishes his dinner with a smile on his face. he enjoys his evening with his boyfriends.
taehyung and jimin talk about their internship at the nearest hospital, hoseok mentions how well his dance studio is doing, and jungkook talks about his photography being held in an upcoming exhibition. seokjin mentions his restaurant hiring a new chef and namjoon talks about his medical classes going well. yoongi happily shares how he's enjoying working at the florist shop.
they drink and watch tv for the rest of the night, namjoon even brings out some chips and dip.
at ten o'clock, all seven men were thoroughly exhausted. they all finish the dishes together, and get ready for bed.
finally by ten thirty, they all kiss each other goodnight and get in bed to cuddle. it was wednesday, meaning it was yoongi's turn to sleep in the middle. one by one, everyone falls asleep.
besides yoongi.
all he can do is gaze up at the ceiling and think back to ten years ago. when he was stuck in his parents house, being subjected to terrible abuse by his mother and father. and then, yoongi's memory switches to when he was just a little boy and confused about why everyone was calling him fat. he had been told it was just baby fat...
and then his memory switches to eight years ago, when he gave his speech at his fathers funeral. yoongi hadn't spoken to his mother ever since then and she seemed to not want anything to do with him either. but it was probably for the best.
while thinking about all his struggles, yoongi can't help but think back to his six boyfriends. after meeting at college, they had helped him to overcome his eating disorder and were always so supportive. they accompanied him to meetings with his psychiatrist, and held him whenever he felt the slightest bit down. he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for them. he was truly thankful.
sighing, yoongi felt his eyes grow heavy.
he falls asleep peacefully, wondering what he'll have for breakfast tomorrow.
。。。
boom bitch
just...read the next chapter. it will explain everything.
