Yoongi is warm and he's safe and he's protected and he's loved and he made it, he made it. Min Yoongi is not dead, Min Yoongi is fucking alive and kicking and he's currently crying under a duvet with his hyung holding him tight to his chest and whispering praise under his breath and Min Yoongi would like to see the motherfucker that tries him right now because now he is happy, and he'll fucking fight anyone that tries to fuck that up. Tear trails and all. Or: Six of the times that Yoongi crawls into someone elses bed and lets himself be loved (or loves someone else.)