Warm.

It was always warm there.

Warm, and breath taking, and beautiful.

This air tasted so sweet in Jimin's lungs, sweetened by the candy stained mouth that pressed so gently against his, healing all of the puncturing teeth marks, bleeding wounds, mouthing promises against his honey skin, colored in bursts of universes, galaxies drawn over once shaking shoulder blades, now stilled by those soft fingers, running through his freshly dyed hair, tracing constellations over his bare body.

Whenever he woke up from a nightmare, panting and covered in a layer of cold sweat, locks matted against the nape of his neck, and his forehead, apologies tumbling from his throat, his mind tricked back into a time of suffocating darkness, he was there to wrap his arms around his waist, nuzzle his nose into his sloping shoulder, and cradle him slowly and gently until his breaths became even and his eyes became clear.

Whenever he grew sick at the sight of food after so many reminders of why he deserved to be deprived of such things, he was there to etch the word beautiful into his bones, to tell him that he was so much more than good enough, to make him feel truly loved, and take things slow with him, holding his trembling hands and tracing his wobbling lips.

Whenever his hands itched for those familiar silver blades, voices begging for blood, for those crimson beads curling around his wrists and thighs, after feeling he deserved punishment, and deserved pain, when the misery aching in his chest became too much to bear, he was there to hold him gently, so gently, and press kisses over his damp cheeks, and fluttering eyelids, until it passed.

And when he felt loving but unloved, needing but unneeded, he was there to tell him that he was everything, everything, to him, that he would never be taken advantage of, forced into becoming a plaything, his trust never broken, consent never disregarded, and repaint the world in the color of both of their hearts.

He was always going out of his way to spend time with him, picking him up from his university for lunch and at the end of the day, bringing him into his studio, writing songs with him, recording with him, cooking with him, making sure they went on dates often, and always paying close attention to him and anything he may want, even if he was afraid to ask.

He watched him dance with admiration, begged him to sing whenever he was in the mood, and if he needed comforting, was always there in an instant.

And whenever things grew desperate and heated between them, he always made sure he had Jimin's full permission before doing anything.

And Jimin did the same for him, pulling him out of his room when he fell into a depressive episode, taking him on walks, making sure he ate every day, and helping him calm down from frustration when he grew angry with himself, or irritated with his lack of motivation.

His nightmares came less and less frequently, flashbacks less vivid, and he finally began to heal, his self hatred lessening until he no longer needed to take his meds, or schedule therapy appointments quite so often.

And it he didn't cure him, or fix him, or heal him, he just helped him gain the strength to heal himself, and Jimin did the same for him.

And Jimin was completely and utterly in love with him.

And he knew Yoongi was completely and utterly in love with him too.

And so, when Yoongi proposed to him on their two year anniversary, tears gathering in his gorgeous eyes, bent down on one knee, and a golden ring sparkling in his hand, Jimin said yes, through joyful cries, and muffled sobs against his shoulder as they embraced, sharing a salty, loving kiss.

And when they stood at the altar, their friends standing teary eyed on either side of them, fingers locked, vows falling into the air between them, and breathless as they made promises that would last forever, and longer, Jimin knew...

He would always want to be Yoongi's boy.

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THE END
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A/N: Oh my god guys, I finished it, wow. I'm not sure if you guys knew this, but this book, Jimin's toxic relationship, was based on real experiences I had with someone I once trusted, not everything, but a lot of it, and I wanted to make this so, one, I could see why it was toxic and why it wasn't my fault no matter what he said, and also to help anyone else who may experience something like this. Verbal abuse is more subtle than physical abuse, and the person doing it to you may act nice and caring one minute, and hurt you the next. You deserve better. If someone treats you that way, if they hurt you repeatedly, manipulate you, and make everything your fault when they are at fault, if they don't treat you right, leave them. You deserve better. Their happiness is not worth yours. Don't destroy yourself trying to please someone who doesn't deserve you. They may use guilt and fear to trick you into staying, but they are taking advantage of you. It's not supposed to hurt you. You're not supposed to hurt yourself. Also if you liked this book, I'm making some other ones with longer chapters. You can always talk to me, I am always here for you, I love you all so so so so so so so so so so so so much and please don't forget that. You could never be an inconvenience. You are all precious, gorgeous angels and you deserve happiness and health. Please know you are supported and loved, no matter what your race, religion, sexuality, gender identity, ethnicity, whatever, I love you and I'm here for you. Be unapologetically yourselves. Be kind to yourselves, take care of yourselves, and treat yourselves because you're special and you're worth it. I'm sending you all warm virtual hugs. Love youuuuuuu!