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
Hi I am park jimin I can't believe what I am going to say now but my heart was unconscious for awhile now, so many people confessing their feelings and I'm not 1% moved,first I thought the problem was me till that happened.
yoonmin story
this will also has another ships namjin,teakook maybe
hobi is just our sunshine and my love
actually this idea came to me at 3 AM with no internet connection just bear with me I am good at writing
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this actions in the story is completely fictional my head's work made for fun not to offend anyone.