you were making lunch for your boyfriend yoongi while waiting for him to get back home. he was currently at dance practice with his members. he'd been very distant lately which brought you back to your old habits, your very bad habits.
yoongi tried his very hardest to get you to quit cutting. he thought he got you to stop but of course you did it behind his back. you couldn't help but run back to the stress reliever. you also started wearing hoodies again which most definitely worried yoongi, thinking that you starting cutting again but he brushed it off.
you were searching through the fridge when a veiny pair of hands grasped your waist, which made you jump. you turned your head, looking over your shoulder to meet yoongi, smiling. " yoongi! you scared the living shit out of me! "
you exhaled. " but it was funny. " yoongi chuckled. " what are you making? " yoongi asked curiously. " lunch. "
you closed the fridge door and made your way to the counter-top. " i know that, dumbass. " yoongi shook his head. you rolled up your sleeves. " then why'd you ask? "
you spoke cockily. yoongi leaned on the counter-top beside you. you noticed that yoongi went silent, so you looked over at him. you saw that his eyes were scanning your exposed wrists. " what the fuck y/n. " yoongi grabbed your arm and observed your scarred wrist. " these are fresh.. " yoongi stated softly.
" look i just- " you started to speak but yoongi interrupted you. " no no. you don't have to explain. " yoongi pulled you into his warm embrace. " please, whenever you need someone to talk to then i'm here, okay baby? " yoongi sniffled.
" but please don't do this again. i'll get you the help you need. " yoongi dipped his head in the crook of your neck, taking a whiff of your sweet smelling perfume. " i love you, remember that. "
