In which a selectively mute boy with a traumatic past is looked after by the cheerful nephew of his late caretaker.
"You're here. With me. And I'll keep you safe. Seohyun sent me to you, and she gifted me with you. And you've got me. You feel me?"
Yoongi's eyes were tender. And he was nodding, skimming his fingertips over his skin as though to further prove it.
"You feel me? I'm right here. You feel me, and I'm real."
A tiny curve lifted at the corner of his pink lips. A tiny, barely there smile.
Not much.
But better than nothing.
And Jimin continued, holding Yoongi's shoulders with desperation.
"Yoongi, I'm your flower. And I'm here, and real. Your flower."
TRIGGER WARNINGS: PTSD, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, trauma, mentions of abuse
"My crush -screw that- Jungkook is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips." Taehyung's lips curled into a pout and he sighed. "What should I do?"
"Punch him in the stomach until he doubles over in pain! Then kiss him. Problem solved." Seokjin offered, helpfully.
Jungkook coughed awkwardly. "Or you could just ask me to lean down?"