Description
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
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