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Light?
Hands.
Someone was holding you.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
You had just woken up from a nightmare.
"It's the fourth one this week darling, are you okay? Is everything alright?"
"I'm, yes.. it just felt so.. real." It did. He was dying. He had died four times in the past three days. Right in front of your eyes. And you had done exactly nothing about it.
"Want to talk about it?"
And tell him that you were scared and being a coward? No. You wouldn't. Not now at least.
"Here, take my hand."
Yoongi had always known exactly what you needed, when you needed it. The thought brought the tiniest shadows of a smile to your face, capturing his attention immediately.
"I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. Those pretty lips of yours, they've been on my mind the whole day. My council could probably tell." His lips tugged up at the ends.
"I was so distracted, thinking of you," he cradled your face in his strong hands, "laying on my bed," you slid your palms against his robe, pulling and sliding it off, baring his milky chest, "looking all pretty like that, just like my queen."
You had already closed your eyes, giving your everything to focus on your sense of touch and touch alone. His touch.
"So I'll take that kiss now." He leaned in just when you thought you'd need to pull him down.
You were rolled to your side, on your back until he was practically on top of you, the closest you two could possibly be, as he healed your hollowness, your void away, re-igniting the love you both had been deprived of.
When he broke away, the two of you settled on your backsides, as you nuzzled into his neck, turned to face him, and automatically traced a finger along his scar. The one that ran through his front. Shoulder to rib.
"You can always reach out to me Y/N, even if it's the middle of the night."
That didn't stop your curious hands. They lingered as you tried to come up with reasons as to why he never opened up about it.
He had shared everything about his past, everything but.. that.
You had on more than one occasion pried. Tried and failed.
You wanted to know. Now more than ever when it took centre stage in the nightmares. Now more than ever when it haunted you.
But you wanted him to tell you.
On his account. By his will.
Maybe one day he would. Someday he would.
"I'm always here for you, love."
"It's going to be alright Yoongi?"
He nods.
"You're safe."