Chapter 15: Healing Together

                                    

                                          
Seokjin slowly began to emerge from the darkness of his trauma, though the memories still haunted him. Every night, as he lay on the bed in Namjoon's secluded house, he would find himself trembling, the events replaying over and over in his mind. But Namjoon was always there, an unwavering presence. He made sure Jin ate every meal, sometimes sitting beside him in silence, encouraging him with soft words when Jin hesitated to eat.
"Come on, just a few more bites," Namjoon coaxed gently, sliding a spoonful of rice toward Seokjin. "I promise it's delicious."
Seokjin looked at the food, his appetite a distant memory, but the kindness in Namjoon's eyes made him want to try. He picked up the spoon, his hand shaking slightly as he brought it to his lips. Namjoon watched intently, his expression filled with concern. "See? You're doing great," he praised when Jin took a small bite. "Just like I knew you could."
"Can you stay with me?" Seokjin asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his tone tugged at Namjoon's heart.
"Always," Namjoon replied, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around Seokjin's shoulders. "You're safe here with me. Nothing will hurt you again."
Seokjin leaned against him, the warmth of Namjoon's body comforting him. In those moments, he felt a flicker of safety, a reminder that he was not alone in this. Namjoon would often hold him until the tremors of fear subsided, stroking his hair as Seokjin quietly cried into his chest.
Sometimes, it wasn't Namjoon at all. RM, the part of Namjoon's soul that Namjoon feared losing control of, would take over, the powerful entity shining with a calming light. RM was calmer now, careful, almost gentle as he reassured Jin with his presence.
"Hello, Seokjin," RM said softly one evening as he took control, his voice soothing like a lullaby. "How are you feeling?"
Seokjin looked up, meeting RM's deep, vibrant eyes. "I'm... trying," he admitted, his voice shaking. "But it's hard. I keep seeing their faces... and I can't help but feel scared."
"It's okay to feel that way," RM replied, his tone filled with understanding. "What you experienced was terrifying. You are allowed to take your time to heal."
With RM's warmth enveloping him, Seokjin found himself relaxing a bit. RM reached out, brushing his fingers gently across Jin's cheek. "You're not alone in this. Namjoon and I are both here for you, and we will not let anyone hurt you again."
"Thank you," Seokjin whispered, feeling a small tear slide down his cheek. "I'm just... so grateful to have you both."
With RM's calmness easing his mind, Seokjin felt a flicker of hope. Their connection was a light in his darkness. It was a bond forged in fire and fear, and it was strong enough to withstand any storm.
Namjoon returned later that evening, his presence grounding and warm. He entered the room with a soft smile and a tray of food, having prepared a comforting meal of soup and rice. "Look what I brought you!" he said cheerfully, setting the tray on the bedside table. "I know soup is your favorite."
Seokjin's eyes widened as he caught a whiff of the savory aroma, his stomach rumbling despite the heaviness in his heart. "You made this?"
"Of course," Namjoon replied, pride shining in his eyes. "I wanted to make something special for you. You deserve to eat well while you're recovering."
"Are you sure you're not just trying to fatten me up?" Seokjin teased weakly, a hint of his old humor creeping back into his voice.
Namjoon chuckled, a sound that felt like sunshine breaking through clouds. "Maybe a little. I can't help it; you're just too skinny right now." He sat on the edge of the bed, serving a bowl of soup for Seokjin. "Here, try this. It'll make you feel better."