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
Jungkook, a boy abused by his mother comes across Yoongi in a coffee shop. Both of them find comfort and solace in each other. But is that comfort platonic? Where will events lead them.
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"How did you get these wounds, Jungkook?" he spoke with worry laced in his tone. I cleared my throat trying desperately to say something but my body failed to respond. Tears stung my eyes as I slowly met his eyes, my lip quivering.
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Trigger Warning: This story contains references to Abuse, self harm, anxiety, depression, rape etc. Read at your own risk