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There are quite a few barriers to adaption of new technology, not least among them, cost.

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you're okay | myg (m)

Summary: Let it hurt and burn. Let it out; and then let it fade away. Let it heal. Yoongi can't lift all your burdens, but he has taught you at least this much over the years.

➳ pairing: Yoongi x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: s2l/est. rel.; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: this one's heavy :') pov switches, switching between past and present, reference to the d-day documentary, mental health issues, therapy, depression and anxiety, mentioned unaliving attempt, mentions of fainting, slight mention of SA, implied panic attack, lots of trauma, lots of sadness, healing journey/healing with yoongi, feelings of loneliness, feeling unworthy, oc is very unsure and thinks she's a burden, tears and crying; explicit sexual content: (brief) protected sex, oral (f. receiving), masturbation, kissing/making out. please heed the warnings <3 ➳ word count: 11.5k ➳ a/n: hi hi. not the average taegularities fic, i think. once again, please do note the warnings before reading. it's okay if it's too heavy and you need breaks – take care of yourself. it's a very very personal piece that i just needed to get out of my system. yoongi's snooze inspired it; i still cry when i listen to it – i'm thankful it saved me in so many ways, and i hope you feel the same way about this fic. i love you all; here's to healing and living 💕 ➳ listen to: snooze by agust d ft. ryuichi sakamoto & woosung 🤍

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The weather changes at warp speed these days.

When you left just this morning, it was raining buckets. The shower barely allowed a glimpse at the sky, grey as smoke; ominous clouds were bursting, fast cars and busy passengers on the sidewalk rushing through the world.

You were one of them, not necessarily impressed by the downpour. But you smiled when someone halted, stretching an arm to force the doors of the bus open until you were inside.

The tender gesture lit up your gloomy morning, a proof of how the world isn’t all misery and ruin. For a couple minutes and hours, that stranger’s smile lifted the weight off your leather jacket clad shoulders. You were burdened by nothing but the bag hanging on your side.

But now, the same jacket is draped over your arm and feels much heavier than before; stripped off when the sun broke through the clouds around the afternoon. The additional weight gives you grief; you’re relieved when you hang it onto a rack, step out of your shoes and drag yourself to the bathroom.

God, all actions seem so passive these days.

Passive and automatic, just half-conscious. You’re fatigued and lost in your head. Frankly, you need your bed. You hate that you still need to shower. You wish you could skip that part and still keep your body healthy and clean.

And as you stand under the water, shifting your balance to the right leg and back, you realise that another work day is over and another one is coming. Interactions, productivity, the craving your bed. You need the weightlessness.

So much so that you soon feel the knot in your chest, intensifying, and the heat of the water combines with an uncomfortable breathlessness until your knees bend a little. Immediately, you plant your palms against the bathroom tiles, taking a seat on the shower floor.

You cross your legs; the thought of your father is immediate because he always taught you to take a seat wherever once you start feeling dizzy. Since that one adolescence day when you passed out and hurt your chin, you have followed this advice and prevented worse.

Your head spins for a moment, your chest tight; and you hear a dull thump. There’s an odd rustle in your ears, mixed with the sound of the dripping water; so you don’t notice the call of your name right away.

Keeping your answer absent for another moment, you only wrap your arms around your chest, just to keep yourself whole. You feel like your body might fracture into a dozen pieces.

The shampoo bottle that presumably caused the thump before rolls against you, and you gasp in uncomfortable surprise; immediately hear another slurred, “Hey! Are you okay? What’s going on?”

It's him; he’s always worried. Maybe that’s what you’ve been struggling with so much lately. The fact that you never suffer alone whenever the weight on your shoulder and brain drags you down too far.

A worried voice chimes again, breaking the sound of the shower jet, and you suddenly become hyper aware of his concern, rushing to finally get out. You exclaim a reassuring, “All good!” before the silence can prolong or betray you.

His calls stop, probably relieved when you add another, “Coming.”

You envelop your body in your towel; just a moment later, he knocks. You would’ve opened even if he hadn't.

Yoongi stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and breathes in the sauna-esque air. His mouth turns into a surprised circle, and he blinks before he blows out a breath and states, “You showered hot today, huh?”

“Mhh,” you hum, “the sun never keeps me from doing so. Feels good.”

He smiles, watches your lotioned hands hydrate your skin, very slowly and very delicately. When you sigh in something he interprets as fatigue, he asks, “Do you need help?”

Four simple words, but they soothe something in your wrinkly, grey brain. The knot of stress loosens just a little, and you sigh deeply, telling him, “Yes, please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to step behind you, picking up the pink, wooden brush lying on the laundry basket next to you to release the knots in your wet hair. For a couple of minutes, you indulge in the massage; and then wallow in the feeling of his hands on your face, taking over to do your skincare.

And then, gentle as he is, he helps you into your clothes. You feel somewhat pathetic, but most of all, thankful — anything to get through the night.

“You all set?” he asks once he’s done, palms on your shoulders. You touch the digits of his left hand, leading them to your lips to kiss them softly before you nod.

You follow him into the living room, detecting the still present sunrays protruding through the spots that the sheer curtains don’t filter. It’s not dark yet, but the light is slowly fading. The star is preparing to drown behind the horizon, dusk in motion.

The pretty hues give you a brief yet strange burst of motivation; often, you fear the night more despite its serene reputation. Too dark, too haunting.

Yoongi has already set the table; he starts to ladle the sundubu-jjigae into your bowl, rice in another smaller dish next to it. You sit; you feel endlessly indebted and silently terrified at once. The food looks amazing, so the taste isn’t the problem.

Your boyfriend is a good cook, and you thank the deities every day for his existence. It was much harder to get by and assemble a meal when you lived alone.

But your expression is still the opposite of what it’s supposed to be, and when he sees it, he asks, “You good? Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Then eat a little, okay? As much as you can.”

You gulp, oblige. You know your body calls for it, so you listen to it, chewing a couple bites, even though it feels impossible to actually swallow. God; you need to stop your chest and stomach from trying to convince you that everything is heavy.

Your clothes, your heart, your thoughts.

You know it isn’t true. It drives you mad when your own brain proves this treacherous, attempting to lie to you like this.

Then again, energy dwindles faster these days. Your body knows; maybe that’s why you feel tired. You need to sleep — maybe that could help you feel a bit more feathery.

But shit, you wish there was a more efficient charger for human beings than sleep, so you could be productive. Your mind won’t let you sleep properly anyway.

“Is it good?” Yoongi asks, interrupting your thoughts. He’s always the first to notice when you’re overexerting yourself, even just at dinner.

“It’s very good,” you respond truthfully, even raising your voice to make yourself sound livelier, “as I’d expect from you.”

“Then I’m glad. Thought I’d make you something good, since you worked longer.”

“Always attentive, aren’t you?”

“I try to be.” His spoon drops in his bowl, and he reaches out, touching your cheek just long enough for your heart to stir. “How was work?”

Hm…

You don’t remember too well. You know you went there at least, and you know you did whatever you had to — but you can’t recall details. So all you say without dousing the atmosphere in negativity is, “As always.”

“Was Nayeon at work today?”

“Nope,” you tell him, sending wordless, good vibes towards your best work buddy. “Still sick. A stomach bug, I think. I really hope she feels better soon.”

“Sana again then?”

“Yeah, spent most of the day with her. She’s always so sweet, though… I should talk to her more often.”

You dig into your rice again, trying it with a bigger bite this time. Then, you shake your head in apology, looking back at Yoongi as you ask, “Ah, I’m sorry, baby… how was work for you?”

“As always,” he echoes, “thought of you a lot.”

“Mhm… obsessed much?” you jest, trying a little beam.

“You know me.”

That’s it. You nod; you understand the weakness of your smile, so you lower your head altogether. He sees; of course he does. Yet, he waits and watches you toy with your food. You know the question is approaching before it lands, “Another low?”

Another low…

You could cry. You could burst into tears immediately if you didn’t feel so… empty. A vacant soul, pieces coloured by nothing but him. Yoongi sparks the magic most of the time, even drilling through the numbness.

“Yeah,” you whisper, not crying yet, but the corners of your mouth drop. “It’s been a while.”

“Months, yes? Which is great, my love.” His voice is so mellow, deep, like an antidote. “You’re doing really well.”

“Yeah.”

You are. Because at one point in your life, you used to feel this way all the time. Ever since you found somebody to rely on, someone who listens, you’ve gotten a bit better. He puts you together as if he’s resolving a dispersed puzzle.

But certain phases at certain times still hit you unexpectedly, like a revved up truck.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Yoongi offers.

“There’s nothing really to talk about…”

“Okay. Do it if you need to, though, okay? Eat a little more?”

You do. Fuck, you feel so babied sometimes; you wonder if he discerns things like this, too. That he isn’t really taking care of and loving his girlfriend, but rather babysitting a broken child.

You whoosh the thought away with a blink, finishing more than half of your meal before you set the cutlery aside. You down the last bite with cold water, sauntering to the bathroom, and then meet Yoongi on your bed.

He probably already put the food in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher; he must’ve operated rapidly to be here already, awaiting you. The laptop is open and its screen bright, and you know without stepping onto the mattress that he’s opened YouTube.

Less for him, more for you.

If he wanted to spend the remaining minutes of the night scrolling through reels, he could easily do so on his phone. But no… this feels more like an invitation. A quick, sweet date before sleep, just to watch a few animal videos that rarely ever fail to make you smile.

As you crawl into him, watching cats protecting newborn babies or dogs jumping their owners affectionately, you do smile. You laugh, even. You feel somewhat at ease here with him, but you know you’ll go back to ground zero in the morning.

When you’ve left and he’s gone to work.

And you hate it. You hate that you’re dependent on him like this… Yoongi calls it finding comfort in somebody you love, and you don’t disagree. But adding to this, you think you’re limiting his options by shackling yourself to him.

By demanding that comfort.

You sigh in his arms, breathing calmer than before, but not enough to sleep. Yet, he asks, “Hey… sweetheart. Are you awake?”

“I am.”

“I’m just thinking… Do you want me to call the therapist tomorrow?”

Shit… why does the ball of guilt keep growing? How does he think of this and you don’t? Have you really sunk this deep again? You’re stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I… I should do it myself,” you mumble.

“I don’t mind.”

“No, I’ll just do it in the morning. I think I should… do things for myself, too, right?”

He pauses. Ponders your words; or at least, that’s what you surmise from the way he breathes and sighs and hums. And you’re proven right when he inquires, “Do you feel like I mind doing things for you?”

Yes. No.

No, you do not think so. But you sure as hell waste his time. Occupy it with this nonsense when he could be happier somewhere else, living his life, making plans for the future and rambling about the job he loves.

But no…

Fucking calling the therapist for you.

You break.

It always happens in the worst moments; you don’t know what it is, how it happens, but you break. Hard. Your motions stop, maybe even your breathing. But then you do sigh, so deeply that it burns, trying to keep your voice from shaking, to keep the tears at bay.

But this time, it doesn’t work. Emotions heightened when Yoongi utters something he’s provided as a reminder over the years, “Don’t hold back.”

So you don’t.

There were days when this lesson was necessary, a gentle nudge to release the weight, and today is one of them. You weep, starting with soft whimpers that grow louder steadily, and you press into his chest until you're suddenly sobbing.

You sniffle with an aching head, holding onto him for dear life, barely noticing when your sobs, once again, morph into absolute wailing.

He embraces you, tighter with each inhale and exhale. You’re so impossibly close to him, garbling something that he doesn’t understand. His voice is pain-struck and trembling when he encourages, “Come again, baby? Talk to me.”

It takes a while; it doesn’t work. And then, he chants, “God, baby. My baby… it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“No!” you cry out, slurring your words, “No… am a burden. Am fucking burdening you…”

This is a clear thought, isn’t it? Even in a moment like this, you think it’s true. And that maybe…

Maybe you should’ve never agreed to the lunch he offered you all those years ago. You would miss everything good in your life, lose the one thing you so cherish, but you’d at least rid him of you.

Those long six years ago, you should have just told him you were fine.

As a student, Yoongi always trod the same path from the second floor down to the entrance of the college, living into a routine — never really noticing much of significance. He’d see other students who’d be eating; talking; rushing to class.

And as a TA, Yoongi was used to another, different journey throughout the building, too; climbing down the same spiral staircase, hurrying through the scary, empty mezzanine, passing the same few rooms on the ground floor.

He’d prepare to go home or to the library after attending his favourite psychology professor’s classes, assisting him to his best abilities. But this was different from all the other familiar routes he’d grown accustomed to.

These Wednesday afternoons did offer something of significance. Someone of significance. 

Because every time he reached those rooms on the ground floor, you’d be there.

At first, he reckoned you always waited for your class to start, just at the time when his ended. But you were alone each time. The doors to the classrooms and lecture halls were all closed, and then there was you, a sole soul waiting for whatever miracle to appear.

It took a couple weeks for him to gather that you might not have been supposed to be there. He noticed it when he saw your eyes fixated on a spot, pupils never moving an inch, even when he walked past. At some point, he’d memorised just this expression on your face.

And then, bit by bit, he realised that your stance didn’t seem quite normal. Your eyes were dead, hands never flinching. You emanated a sense of loneliness and stupefaction that he couldn’t express in words.

Today, something in him stirred. Perhaps because he’d just covered social behaviour as a topic or perhaps because any proper human would recognise that something was wrong with you.

Your hands were holding a lidless cup that day, barely steaming anymore. You were blinking slowly, if at all. This time, he approached you with care, as if nearing a wounded deer; as if trying to keep it there and not frighten it away.

But when he leaned into you, a hand scarcely touching your shoulder, your head moved up to look at him slowly but surely. And your first reaction to him ever was a smile.

You remember that when you first looked at him, like really looked at him, his face seemed familiar to you. You were sure you’d seen him before, even if just in passing. He had this long, pretty, dark hair, covering his neck, a couple inches above his shoulders.

A kind face. A calm demeanour.

He stood there with pure relaxation between his eyebrows; one you hadn’t felt in a while despite your falling face. Flawless porcelain skin, free of dark circles, free of exhaustion. When did you last look like this?

You smiled at him instinctively, a curious expression; you couldn’t guess at all what he wanted or needed, but you were ready to listen. You’d always listen to people — listen, listen, listen. Perhaps that was the exact problem.

This very attention towards him, coming this easily, made your shoulders sink in new dejection; everything did. Every thought was intrusive, unwelcome, too stretched for your liking.

Whenever you had a normal thought or a bad one that’d at least pass immediately, you considered it a good day.

But you felt a tension around your temples by now; your head never felt at ease.

Yet, you asked, “Yes?”

And he wondered in return, “Are you okay? You looked distracted and I thought I might ask.”

“Oh… that’s nice,” you commented, your voice a bit too quiet yet surprised; you cleared your throat, spoke up, “but I’m okay. I just sit here sometimes after my classes.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. To take a little break after all the information dump, yeah. I’ll go home soon, though, no worries.”

“Hm… yeah. I just,” Yoongi started, hesitant — you now know he was trying to reveal something without appearing creepy. “I noticed you here a few times, so I wanted to ask just to be sure.”

He saw you here? You? And he came up to talk to you, just because he’d noticed you before? Baffling. You didn’t think you were visible to anybody. You thought you faded in front of others’ eyes.

“You’re honestly so nice,” is all you said, hoping your eyes didn’t reveal too much. How much his words affected you, and how they made you think you were just a little, a tiny bit perceptible.

“Sure,” he responded, nodding. And when you failed to come up with more appreciative words, he prepared to move, bidding you goodbye with a single, “Okay…”

Then, he was walking away; as grateful as you were, your energy-lacking body forced your eyes shut. You drew a deep breath. These few words you’d exchanged with him took everything out of you — that was the worst part of all this.

Interaction drained you. Loneliness drained you. The world and life were all draining, and you couldn’t figure out anymore how to feel… awake. Sober without ever drinking.

When your eyes closed, you felt your surroundings starting to spin. Or maybe, it was you; as if someone had gripped your shoulders and was turning you in circles. There were so many weird particles behind your eyelids.

The rotation was insane, but nothing new. Shut down most of your other senses and people’s voices; like the one that returned a second later, the same as before. Shit. Had he seen you struggle? Was he seeing something nobody else ever would?

You weren’t used to attention. You weren’t used to someone noticing.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” the stranger with the familiar face asked, concern in his voice. “You don’t look like it.”

What was it? What was it about his gentle, low voice that lured you in? What was it about his attentive tone that made you want to tear up? Maybe because you’d bottled things up for so long.

But you held the liquid locked in your eyes. Proudly, barely.

“I’m…”

You considered lying. You considered pulling a lame excuse out of your ass. But something in you snapped, snapped hard, and the truth spilled just before you could think twice—

“If I’m being honest… I’m feeling pretty faint… I often do? I usually just need to sit down a bit or I’ll pass out.”

You hated using the word usually. As though your condition had become irreparable, like a chronic illness; and you were stating its treatment, only temporary.

“Hmm…” he hummed. “Have you eaten?”

“Not much…”

“Then that might be it,” he concluded, content with the deduction. In hindsight, you think he was hoping it was only that, nothing more. “Do you have something with you?” You shook your head. “Are you getting something?”

You shrugged.

You could’ve easily told the truth and said no; that the appetite was absent, that you were going to go home and hardly remember how you got there. That you’d throw your bag on the couch, take off all your clothes, not really bother for a shower and jump into your bed.

Then, you’d breathe. Survive.

You didn’t have the energy to eat, to shower, and right now, somehow not even to lie. The remainder of it had been used in today’s class and in this conversation.

He knew you couldn’t come up with any bad justification, so he offered, “Listen… I still have this sandwich with me that I was going to eat after class. You can have it if you want.”

What? That was…

“Oh, no,” you blurted, raising a hand to reject, “you should eat if you haven’t yet.”

“Look, I totally get being selfless, but you don’t look good and…” He sighed, tilting his head. Eyebrows raised and expression suddenly stricter. “If I can help anyhow, I’d rather have that than anyone else finding you unconscious here later. Please?”

How could you’ve resisted such a plea?

He was taking care of you and he didn’t even know you. And your body understood; your body heard him. Because your stomach grumbled at the mention of the meal; it didn’t mean anything to you, but it meant something to your hungry, craving body.

It often did that. Wishing to eat; then, not letting you swallow a bite.

You grabbed your bag and warily, carefully got to your feet. The man lifted a hand in caution, as if expecting for you to lose your balance. You did, just a little, swaying until you’d grounded yourself.

Goddamn it.

You nodded with a deep exhale and followed him as he suggested, “Let’s go to the courtyard. Get some fresh air. We can eat there and talk… or not talk if that's what you want.”

You kept moving your head up and down, fine with whatever. The fronts of it hurt due to the  lack of nutrition; it was past four pm and you’d only eaten a damn banana.

He found you a shadowy spot away from the sun; it was late spring, the summer steadily approaching. The shade protected your tired eyes, guarded you from further headaches.

As you plumped onto the grass next to him, your fingers grazed it for a moment — and it felt good against your skin. A pleasant combination, the wind and the scent of grass; nearly freed your chest of the stuffy pain.

You watched his soft fingers fish out the sandwich, and then some salted peanuts for himself. Urged you to eat before spilling a handful of the nuts into his palm. God, you felt horribly guilty, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him to share the meal.

He… didn’t even seem to mind a bit.

Wiping his hand on his pants, he finally introduced, “I’m Min Yoongi. Psychology student and TA. Judging from your spot every single Wednesday afternoon, you take psychology classes, too?”

“I do… yeah.”

You took a bite enough for mouses, but then proceeded with a larger, human-appropriate one. Your stomach felt odd; Min Yoongi’s small talk helped you eat, but the nervous feeling in your chest that never really went away weighed heavily on your tummy.

You added, “Thinking of dropping it, though…”

“Why?”

“Because I might be failing anyway. Haven’t done much, and I still have a presentation on my paper left but have prepared nothing for it yet, either.”

“Have you asked the professor about a potential extension?”

Of course you’d thought about it. You always did. Which is why you despised having to answer, “No…”

No. Of course not. To most professors, mental health didn’t matter as an excuse.

You understood, though. They graded every paper they received, surrendering their free time, their summer and their winter breaks. To grant you special treatment was something you regarded as unnecessary; you didn’t think you were worth it.

“Do you feel like you could do better next term?” Yoongi asked.

“I don’t know.”

Your sandwich was done and gone. You were still hungry; you felt the appetite all of a sudden. You knew it often came and went in waves, but somehow, the sandwich left you more pining than anything these days.

Yoongi saw as you licked your fingers clean of the mayonnaise; offered you some peanuts that you politely declined, greedy for something proper. Maybe you’d eat an actual dinner tonight.

After a while, Yoongi spoke, “Okay, I know I’m a stranger to you and everything, but if you want, I could try to help you.”

Shit, but… that would’ve meant putting in the effort. To get up, to meet him, to focus and to study. You didn’t know if you’d be able to do all that. You didn’t know how to—

But his eyes were so sincere; a pure dark brown, sparkling in hope, for whatever noble reason. And you thought… you thought…

If there was any chance to pass this class and get over with it, wouldn’t you feel a gigantic wave of relief wash over you? After so damn long? Wouldn’t it be worth it? Maybe a spark of hope ignited in your chest after all… maybe you could turn things around.

“Yeah…” you finally obliged. “Yeah, that’s really nice.”

“Great. Are you free this Friday afternoon?”

After that, it became part of your routine to meet up with Yoongi every Thursday or Friday, depending on his own schedule. A couple weeks passed like a breeze; or at least, compared to the days you were used to.

Some time later, those meetings increased, and you found a profound liking in them. You still often struggled with leaving your apartment at all, sometimes deeming getting out of bed or brushing your teeth an impossible task.

But whenever Yoongi called, offering a nearby café — always a nearby café — you’d place all your energy into moving, throwing on clothes, leaving. You felt unworried with him; at least for a couple hours.

He wasn’t just smart to an admirable degree; he was humorous, too. Motivating. Praised you for your ideas and your sharp mind. You’d forgotten you still had it in you — you thought time had altered your brain chemistry, killed too many of its cells to still let your mind operate.

Today, he didn’t suggest a café but a place you hadn't been to before. Yoongi had never invited you anywhere that wasn’t a public space, careful with your feelings without ever mentioning the obvious issues you had.

He only really crawled out of his shell and gave you the address to this new spot once you’d invited him over, too — he couldn’t make it, helping out the professor he assisted. But you reckon it was telling enough for him to understand how comfortable you’d grown with him.

So you went where he told you to go, and once you arrived, you recognised it as an office. A small one, but elegantly decorated, furniture sparse. And it wasn’t just any office. A therapist’s office.

“This is my mom’s,” Yoongi explained as you inspected the books on the shelf and the overall soothing and fitting atmosphere, “she’s out of town, so I thought we could study here today.

“Oh…”

He had to have heard your hesitancy, your uncertainty. This is the place they usually suggest in guidance books and in conversation to people like you. You didn’t know how to feel; the emotions washing over you were an odd sensation. Not good, not bad.

But scary, somehow.

Yoongi put a soft hand on your shoulder, making you turn, and asked, “Is that okay for you?”

“Yeah… it’s just… I’ve only really thought and read about therapy, but never quite seen an actual room like this.” You shook your head, clicking your tongue. “It’s crazy. How have I never been in one despite studying psychology for so long?”

“Hmm, many students haven’t been.”

“Yeah.”

You stripped your bag off of you, taking a seat on the cosy patient’s couch. Pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table between you and where he seated himself on the therapist’s chair. 

Swallowing a strange lump, you cleared your throat, starting the study session with, “Okay, so… I was thinking about what you said about the research question last time.”

“Right…”

At this point, you couldn’t really fathom why, but he seemed reserved today, a little distracted. Still providing as much information and intellect as he could; but his thoughts were slower and his eyes gentler.

You think you studied barely forty-five minutes when Yoongi called for a break — unusual, because it was mostly you to announce a pause in thoughts, when your brain would demand a couple minutes of peace.

He sighed, hands touching his thighs and then got up to bring you something to drink. Came back with two cups of tea. You thought he’d be returning with a glass of water, but upon seeing the beverage, your eyes widened; you told him, “This is super nice of you, thanks.”

“Of course.” Pause. You slurped; then he did. A second later, he inquired, “Can I ask you something?�� 

“Mhm.”

You waited. Nothing came. You took another sip of the fruity winter tea in the middle of summer, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat under your nose that the heat caused. Then you looked up, big eyes staring into his just in time to see his mouth open.

“You always seem so surprised when I’m nice to you.”

Ah…

He’d said he’d had a question, but the indication of an inquiry, the one lifting in tone at the end never came. His statement was his question. And you thought it wasn’t the first time you heard it; you just never noticed you were doing it again.

Yoongi left the conclusion there, and the question mark hung somewhere between the two of you. Unspoken, containing a silent, ”Why?”

So you answered, “I just… uhm. People don’t just do something like this for me without me asking. It’s new to me how attentive you are.”

Sad. Just sad. You hated having to actually echo your innermost thoughts; you knew this wasn’t normal.

He knew, too, because he said, “This… is not how things should be.”

“But this is how they ended up being. I mean it’s just tea. But I don’t think anybody else sees me sitting there and goes like, Okay, I’ll do this lil something for her, you know?”

“Which is insane. You deserve it all so much. More than anyone I know.”

If you’d still been drinking, you would’ve choked. Those words were rare, not often uttered to you; how were you supposed to respond to them? You’d long forgotten how to react to things at all — it didn’t come too naturally to you anymore.

So all you did was laugh a little, as if replying to a joke. Genuinely, you wondered, “How can you say something like that?”

“Why not?”

“I mean, you probably know so many people.”

Yoongi blinked at you, as if waiting for your argument to proceed; but when it didn’t, he lifted a shoulder, steadfast with his opinion as he answered, “So? What do you think? That you feeling that way about yourself makes everyone else feel that way about you, too?”

You shrugged your shoulders just an inch, imitating his motions. Your gaze fell, as though catching yourself spewing pure gibberish. He continued, “You have a pure heart. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you being mean. And you’re strong, careful, and endure a shit ton.”

You looked up at him instantly. Let the last words reverberate in your mind, pushing them to the forefront between all your other messy thoughts. “Of course you knew,” you said.

“Of course. You’re so obviously hurt and I hate that you are.”

Well, you hated it, too. But… 

Your desperation came out in a whisper, “I don’t know what to do about it…”

You put the cup back onto the saucer; your fingers were warm when you pushed them into your hair, pressing your palms against your forehead, holding onto your mane. Elbows on your thighs. The world spun again until you felt his hand on your arm once more.

“Hey.” He sounded softer again. “Do you want to take a longer break? We could stop for today and talk?”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to. But it feels to me like you’ve never done that before… people don’t want to listen.” His words hit you like bricks. Like heavy cement bricks. The pain was excruciating. “Is that it?”

You were still staring at your lap when he posed the question; your head whirred, so you didn’t know where to start. Which is why you held onto the first complaint — you knew they were valid worries, but you always called them complaints, like you were a burden — and said,

“I just… I listen to everyone. I let people vent, I let them feel hurt, and I try to be there and lend a shoulder and just,” the words cascaded out of you like a wild waterfall; your throat clogged up again, “to be a good person and a good friend.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, the pressure back in your chest. “But why do I not get any of it back? Why is it that everyone goes silent when I’m hurting? Do I deserve this somehow?”

You felt tears pricking and burning in your waterline, and you blinked them away. Took another quick sip just to help your dry throat. Then, “I hate that I sound selfish? Like I only do things for people to get love back, but… that’s not it. I just want to feel worthy of something, too.”

“You don’t sound selfish. It’s never wrong or inhumane to demand affection and care, and if it is, then… every person’s selfish. Whatever.”

Up until that point, you hadn’t known that someone could be this tender and direct at once. Yoongi lived in a reality that wasn’t sugarcoated, but he understood empathy and heartbreak, knew to dip his words in an ointment alleviating enough.

You wondered what he’d endured to become this type of person; sympathy and a mind this sage often stem from grief once encountered, and you so hoped he was an exception to this belief of yours.

You looked at him with delicate fondness, mixed with some lasting trouble. He reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t know what came over you when you leaned into his palm, kept his gaze, and stayed in place when he moved in.

Kissed you.

And you didn’t know why, but the moment opened your heart as if it’d been locked before; he was the key, undoing the lock so easily. That was when the first tear rolled down your cheek, meeting his skin, and you started trembling as he moved his mouth against yours.

You couldn’t grasp why he was doing it; even if parts of you knew. Did he not care that you were broken? That you were still breaking? That the ache always consumed you, that you felt whatever your brain inflicted on you throughout your entire body?

Maybe not. He always said you were funny, sweet, never humorous at anybody’s expense.

It was different from the things you’d heard before.

Nobody will love you like this.

Stop acting like you’re traumatised.

I didn’t love you — I kept you because you were attractive. Because you let me.

You had always asked yourself: why had your feelings always been shoved aside when you voiced your opinion? Whenever it differed from the one in your family or your friend’s circle?

Why were you told to never open up about your childhood memories? When you were caged in; when somebody three times your age indulged in impudence when they shouldn’t have, long ago when you were a child; when you fell in love at a later age and were forced to let go?

Why were you told you were tainted, that you couldn’t get any affection like this, to keep your pain to yourself and forget about your past? And why was this sequence of nightmares plaguing you right now, like you were dying, just when he was kissing you��

Because you were scared. So scared.

If you told Yoongi any of this, would he bolt? Would you hurt yet another person? Would he see you as a shattered porcelain doll, distance himself from you? Because honestly, why would he stay at all; with someone who hasn’t healed, who’d pulled him underwater, too?

Yet, you didn’t say any of this. You sighed; leaned into him. Took residency in his heart, cried into him.

He kissed you for another second, and then backed away. Wiped your tears. You broke and broke until your voice broke, too, giving way to quiet sobs.

You weren’t used to attention. You weren’t used to someone noticing.

And somehow, the realisation hurt anew, deep in your core and beyond.

Your tears had mostly dried when he resumed his position, sitting in front of you. His fingers were entangled and he waited.

Yoongi knew you’d cry again, though. The patient’s couch had some magic to it, his mother always said. They’d always cry, but they’d heal at the same time. Recognise hidden parts of themselves.

He was uncomplaining and composed, and kept looking at you until you said, “It just feels… like I’ll never be enough. I can do as much as possible, but none of it is ever seen because I’m taken for granted.”

“Who takes you for granted?”

“Everyone. I’ve spent many nights awake for people, and they abandoned me. In a crowd, others will always be praised for one thing and I’ll be ignored for the same. It’s made me bitter.”

He nodded in true therapist fashion, but his expression wasn’t as neutral as one; he looked pain-struck for you. Said, “You’ve been hurt… I see that…”

“I’m… hurting,” you corrected, “and I don’t know what to do.”

Yoongi attempted a different approach; you were in a hopeless spiral, and the strategy he needed to try wasn’t just to dig out your trauma, but to make you familiar with the good parts of your life, too.

So he asked, sincerely hoping you had an answer to his question, “Who could you trust as you grew up?”

“I don’t know…” Yoongi’s chest deflated, motivation dropping — that is, until you muttered, “My brother.”

“Parents?”

“Part of the problem.”

Okay; your answers came more rapidly now. He took it as a good sign; as readiness to talk.

“Where’s your brother?” he wondered.

“In this town,” you answered, and Yoongi sighed in relief. “But I can’t bother him with all of my shit.”

Your symptoms were as typical as they could be; you regarded your self-worth as buried deep under the ground, never wanting to disturb those who still deemed you close and loved. You’d established this distance between you and the others; he didn’t blame you.

The symptoms were typical.

“Why do you think so?” Yoongi prodded, whispering your name when you didn’t answer.

“I’ve bothered them all enough…”

“How so?”

Maybe he was doing too much. But it seemed you were on board with it; you weren’t complaining, not sighing, not withdrawing. You were listening and talking. Nobody let you talk, and now that you were, you looked like you needed to let it out.

You spat, “Because they never seemed to want to hear anything.”

God…

It hurt to see you like this. Damp eyes, a heavily rising chest, as if you were close to panicking again, but desperately holding back. He knew it; he saw it in the way you drew your breaths and in the things you said.

He knew you’d braved multiple nights and many, many sleepless hours before, spending these dark moments clutching your chest, trying to get rid of the unbearably tight feeling in your chest.

He knew that torturous pressure. He’d been there before. The persistent feeling of fear and unease — like somebody had dropped a weight onto his ribcage and tied up his stomach. The shallow breathing and thumping heart would strip him off focus.

Thoughts circling and circling, around each other; absolute bullshit most of the time.

He couldn’t imagine how overwhelmed you felt, but then again, he could. Was the world louder to you, too? The way it used to be for him. Did you hear that constant screaming in your head?

Vulnerable, senses heightened, sensitive to the slightest change.

He hated the thought of a wall between you and your peace. Hated hearing the words you narrated; of your home, of your childhood, of the people you met. The disrespect you suffered and the dirt you were treated as.

You deserved none of it.

Maybe he felt that way because nobody ever deserved it; or maybe because he knew he’d fallen in love with you. Not because he needed to save you, or because he felt like falling for someone who he’d have to fix could be a welcoming challenge.

He knew people who treated depression like this; saviour complex in full effect, they needed to be the hero or heroine to stitch a broken heart.

No — he fell for you because you were you. Despite everything and every pain you endured, you were still you; and most of the you that you were before you got hurt this badly was still there, under the surface.

He saw those joyful parts of you reemerge sometimes, breaking through the waves. Sometimes, right before your head would fall again; your body weightless; drowning — he saw those parts on those days for a split moment.

But not right now.

In fact, the true parts of you that knew to feel happiness were absent now, and he knew — in that sense, he was prepared for you to utter what you said next. Was ready to hear it, no matter how little he actually wanted to hear it.

“And sometimes, when it got too much…” You gulped. Yoongi knew what you’d say; he knew. But— “I didn’t feel like being here anymore. It seems that was the only and last time I opened my family’s eyes.”

But when you still said it, it stabbed his heart like a dagger.

“Only, after that… it soon became irrelevant again,” you continued, “they told me I should be thankful for being alive and regret the mistake I made… what I tried.”

And you spoke on. Spoke on and on. He leaned back, allowing himself a better position to breathe. His heart felt like a sewing pin cushion, riddled with tiny holes. His eyebrows furrowed in agony, but he saw worse pain in your eyes.

Tears slowly reappeared.

“And when I was judged for this, too… I realised I didn’t regret ever trying to leave the world. I regretted that I’d failed to do so.”

Maybe he felt that way because nobody deserved it; maybe because he knew he’d fallen in love with you.

But your words split him in a million tiny shards, like glass, until his pieces became tiny enough to resemble dust.

”Am a burden… Am fucking burdening you…”

Yoongi’s voice defeats the others in your head just barely; as if you’re separated by a glass wall and hearing him from afar, only clearing when you hammer through it and break the surface. He’s quiet compared to your cries, a hand firmly on your back.

His grip around you wants to glue you together so desperately; he’s not letting go, even though you get restless soon, quivering and ruining his shirt.

“Hey, baby…” you hear him say, but you interrupt, obstinately shaking your head.

“No… I’m— I never should’ve let you this close and—”

“No.” It’s his turn to interject. And he does it with determination; tone suddenly so low, cold, so you silence. “Stop.”

You do, only now noticing that he’s imprisoning your wrists in his grasp. Not painfully, but still solidly enough for you to understand what he means. You confirm it for yourself when you look up.

You already know your eyes are bloodshot, cheeks thoroughly wet; but you still recognise the heavy breaths he draws. See something entirely different in his eyes than yours.

Pain.

You hurt him. And this time, you could once again lament your destructive behaviour, argue how you keep inflicting these shit ass feelings on him. But…

The ache in his expressions says something else entirely. Fills you with hope, fills you with guilt.

Shows you that he despises the thought of you possibly regretting this relationship. His gaze proves that he doesn’t. That if he could go back in time and meet you again, talk to you again, fall in love with you again — he would.

You know it because he’s said it before. You know.

But your brain is half melting, hurting, spitting all negative assumptions at you like nobody’s business.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you stammer, pierced by the sorrow in his eyes.

“What?”

“I… shouldn’t have said that,” you start, gulping. Your crying ebbs down for a second as you register the growing agony in his heart, and you explain, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I can’t stop thinking that…”

Break in conversation.

Then him again, “…That?”

“That you’d be better off without me. That you’re here so I stay alive and that you’d be less burdened with someone else…”

Another pause. 

He stares at you, as if pondering his answer. Bites into his lower lip softly and releases it right away. Blinks, looks to your wrists, lets go of them and then whispers, “Do you want to know? What I’m thinking, do you want to know that, too?”

“…What are you thinking?”

“That it’s true that I’m burdened.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

The pain is searing, a burning arrow shooting through your heart. It’s what you expected and what you feared and what still hurts so much upon hearing and—

Are you crying again? Are you tearing up? You don’t know.

You’re not sure, but it does seem like you’re breaking once more when he shushes you carefully, touching your cheek. He calms you, and then speaks again—

“Of course I’m burdened, too. Yeah, of course. I’d be lying if I said seeing you like this doesn’t make me feel helpless… but do you know what it means that I’m still here?”

Your voice trembles when you speak, “Because you’re scared of leaving me in this condition.”

“No. I learned early enough to prioritise myself when I need to. No, I’m not leaving because I don’t want to — simple. Because I’ll share your, mine and the world’s damn pain along with my heart. ‘Kay?”

Retrospectively, his words sound logical. He said it’s simple, and in some way, it is. If you didn’t have the brain that you have, it would be. If you weren’t so neck-deep in the quicksand pulling you into doubts, you’d be less surprised at the finality in his tone.

“Baby—” you start, but he squeezes your hand, eyes glistening.

“We have enough enemies in this world. Don’t regard me as one, too. Okay? Please…”

“No, you’re not,” you defend, moving your head and the palm on your cheek along with it, “you’re anything but that.”

He nods, sniffling; you know he’s holding back the same salty, pouring liquid as you. He’s always done that, providing a sense of strength and safety to make you feel just that.

“We’ll be okay one day, love. The world hurts us a shit ton, and life is difficult, but…” His voice cracks here, and he waits to regain control, sighing. “We only get one of it and… it’d be so unfair if we were destined to stay like this, right?”

You don’t believe in divine beliefs that seemingly predetermine how your life plays out. Fate or destiny or whatever synonyms to notions that Jung or Freud believed in. You’ve heard of this stuff plenty in your studies, but it never affected your curiosity much.

You know Yoongi isn’t necessarily a representative of it either; not one to dive too deep into things that suggest the potential absence of a free will.

But the thought provides hope when nothing else does. You know. The fact that you can’t leave this world without fixing things; that you’re here to contribute to much larger and more important things.

You cannot have been born to spend your days here without the joy you deserve.

You’ve felt much of it thanks to Yoongi, but you’ve had too many setbacks to call this a proper life. You don’t want to end it like this. You don’t want to grow old like this.

And you want to gift him the life he deserves, too.

Fuck…

You need to get better. You need to get better. You need to get better.

You need to help yourself. Even if it takes time; even if the non-linear process of healing irks you, stealing hope and leaving anguish in turn. And it’s as if Yoongi reads your mind when he says—

“It’s okay, you know? To feel that way. It takes time. It doesn’t matter how much, but it’s okay to fall back and have ups and downs, as long as you don’t give up. Yes?”

“I can’t, I know… I— I won’t give up. I just… need you to be here.” Your voice is unsteady, and your heart is, too; fickle as can be. But you’d rather hang onto the aspiration right now… nothing else. “Don’t ever leave me, okay? I’ll fix this for us, I will.”

“For yourself first. I’ll be here, no matter what.”

“…I love you.” Your breathing is staggered, leftover pain still keeping the anxiety in your chest. It’ll take a while. But there’s power in your admissions when you repeat, “I love you so much.”

You lean in carefully, and he mimes the movement, bending into your kiss. It’s a peck, soft and gentle and encouraging, and you murmur through your sniffles, “So, so much.”

And then you climb up, using all your strength. Half your body comes to a rest on his; the immediate proximity and warm touch evoke motivation and longing in your heart. For not only him, but every second of a possible serene future, too.

This very hope is often born and reborn at the end of your lowest lows. It’s what pulls you up again, keeps you going each time before the next valley can swallow you. Sometimes it takes longer, sometimes not.

But you so desperately want this. Want it to work now.

You want to be okay. Want to travel and soak in the sun. Want to dance in the rain and scream from the peak of a mountain; want to snorkel in clear, blue seas.

The life you picture for yourself, the one you follow in those healing vlogs on social media — it’s what you yearn for. It’s what you want to feel. With him on your side.

Sometime in the future, you see yourself beaming in genuine happiness, see yourself smiling. And you want to work towards it. You’ve always wanted to.

Ever since Yoongi first showed you what love, contentment and merriment felt like, you’ve craved this. Ever since that night he told you he loved you, despite everything.

Despite, despite, despite.

He was there to catch your fall when you couldn’t keep yourself upright anymore. When your knees weakened and the ground turned into clouds, and you plunged through them and towards the cemented earth that’d shatter you.

He aided you in staying whole. Let you lean against his shoulder, nodding off into a slumber there, allowing you to dream because until then, you didn’t dare to.

You thought dreaming was pointless; just a fabrication of the unconscious mind to distract you from the horrors of the world. To keep you occupied, to torture you even when asleep. As time passed, you started making these horrors your life, and the line between reality and fantasy thinned.

Until…

Until he turned those nightmares into daydreams. Blossoming, vibrant colours appeared where you’d perceived greys before. Somehow, you fell apart a lot less when Yoongi spent his time with you, taught you to love again.

You became less terrified by dreams then, because the content changed. And whenever you weren’t dreaming, away from sleep, you experienced the utopia you’d always sought.

The day Yoongi first told you he loved you, you’d long defeated the semester you’d so worried about; started and survived the one after; and were now already tackling your very last one.

Even after all these months, you never let him forget how grateful you were for passing the last summer semester eventually, and in return, he never let you forget that he’d stay even after.

You didn’t study all the time anymore either; now, your afternoons and nights were filled with gentle words, promising embraces, lips against lips. It took some time to truly open up. To stop feeling like you were making a mistake.

“Doing yourself to him,” you called it, as if you were about to hurl him into his very own mistake.

Even then, you wanted to get better for him; you knew it hadn’t and wouldn’t happen overnight. All of it was much easier said than done; healing sounds so doable for those who attempt to support those who need it, yet they cannot grasp the meaning of a broken heart and scared mind.

But there was something so wonderful about the simplicity between Yoongi and you. So simple that it called forth feelings so complex. 

They were tough to navigate, but never tough to admit.

That March night, the sentiments roamed your body the clearest, even though the skies were anything but that. The thunder sounded like the universe had cracked; the white and silver of the striking lightning illuminated your room.

It was the night you felt hope in all its glory, for the very first time in years.

“You keep hiding from me,” Yoongi said, legs crossed like yours, sitting vis-a-vis.

He was close enough for your knees to collide, and when they did for the umpteenth time, he put a careful hand on your fingers resting on your thigh. You didn’t protest, so he didn’t withdraw.

“I’m not hiding from you. I just…” you stalled, “I just want you to be sure.”

“About you?”

If it had been this easy, you wouldn’t have asked. Because you knew the answer to this. Yoongi didn’t need to explain it to you; he was already certain about you to an indisputable degree.

You shook your head. Elaborated, “About everything. I don’t just come with the few good times we had the last couple of weeks. I come with… everything I’ve ever experienced and that shaped me into this.” You gestured over yourself. “You’d notice soon.”

“I already do.”

His answers and arguments came promptly, as if he knew the script to this talk and had already thought out every response he’d be giving. This was so effortless to him; thinking about it today, you wouldn’t even have needed to say a word.

But it was important to you. You couldn’t permit him to grow this attached without making sure.

“You just take it, do you? All that I am,” you concluded delicately; wanting to inform him, but so terrified of scaring him away. “But if you fall for me, then you’re committing. And I want you to think about it because I don’t— I don’t want to ruin your life.”

When he spoke again, he seemed to finally deviate from the script he knew; because confused, he asked, “If?”

“What?”

“What do you mean, if I fall for you?”

Oh… oh.

You understood. It didn’t take the tiniest of nanoseconds for you to fathom what he meant. And you could’ve sobbed right there and then, but the storm distracted you a little; the thunder was growling, threatening to explode again.

Somehow, the chaos outside kept you at bay. But only for so long.

“…Yoongi.”

His fingers moved from yours to your entire palm, taking it in his with a whisper of your name. Then, he clarified, “The possibility of something happening is redundant if it’s already happened, you know? And I’m…”

You held your breath, but at the same time, you were nearly panting. Maybe one first, then the other? You can’t remember anymore. You felt dizzy. Teary-eyed and joyful at once when you saw him at a loss of words.

“You’re?” you encouraged.

“I’m just so… feet deep underwater and in love with you that you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”

“I—”

“I love you. You know I do.”

Fuck… fuck, you knew.

Of course you knew.

Your heart was vile at times, cooperating with this demon of a brain and feeding you wrong information. But this, you knew. You fought through the congested mess of thoughts and admitted this to yourself every day.

Isn’t this why you were having this conversation in the first place?

But to hear him say it…

I love you.

You know I do.

“Even if you try to deny it,” he continued, “you know I love you and that I’ll keep doing it.”

This is when your waterline gave up; lined with the liquid you’d always held back. But why? There was no reason to. You felt at peace; Yoongi knew your heart. There was no use in keeping you closed off anymore.

So you cried. Let the first tear roll that he caught with his hand, holding your face so firmly that you thought it was the only thing keeping your head upright. Optimistic.

“There’s… there’s a chance that I start doubting you,” you contended for whatever stupid reason, sniffling, “that I doubt myself and then regret pulling you down with me and— there’s a chance I forget that you’ll keep loving me, no matter what, you know—”

“I’ll keep reminding you.”

“I’m a handful.”

“My hands are big enough, baby.”

The endearment didn’t slip past you, but instead made your beating organ swell. You don’t think you’d ever heard your pulse pounding in your eardrums this loudly. And he kept inching closer; his forehead nearly touched yours until it did.

“Can you love me even if I fall, Yoongi?”

“I’ll pick you up. You know that.”

“…What if you feel like you’re not good enough?”

Stop asking questions. Stop stop stop.

But he kept answering.

“Remember what you told me a couple days ago?” Yoongi asked, his voice quiet, drowning in the storm. “That it’d been long since you’d felt happy like this.”

“I do right now… I just…”

“Yeah, and I— I think. If I’m able to stay by your side and make you smile anyhow? Then I think this… we… are good enough.”

That’s it. Your throat was dry, your mind out of questions. You could renounce doubts if he didn’t have any either. He seemed convinced enough; so you admitted your own convictions to him, too.

“I’m… I love you, too. I love you, I fucking do.”

Your last word was cut, merely a breath. Swallowed when you leaned in and kissed him, pulling him back with you onto the bed. Yoongi landed on top of you, draping the two of you under the thin, floral blanket.

The early spring rain tapped your window softly before the gentle noise turned into more aggressive knocking and hammering. This very storm they’d announced was the reason Yoongi had stayed tonight.

That’s what he’d told you at least; in truth, it was an excuse.

Before today, you rarely spent your nights together.

Whenever you did, he allowed you your space in order to not overwhelm you. He knew you were cautious, slow, took your time to trust. He’d sleep on the couch or crawl back to you when you approached him in the dead of the night.

Touching his elbow gently, shaking him awake, telling him so sweetly that it drove him insane, “I don’t want to be alone.”

So he’d cuddle in when you sought out his arms, dozing so peacefully. It delighted him because whenever he didn’t slumber next to you, he’d hear you from the other room. Woefully moaning in your sleep, as if crying, turning.

He never saw or heard any of that when you leaned into his embrace, held onto his shirt. Never did anything more than sleep; he was content with that.

But tonight was different, less chaste than that — and he was content with that, too. 

You said you’d wanted to talk. And you had. You’d trembled through the conversation, heart combusting in your chest like it wasn’t part of you anymore, that treacherous thing with its own, stupid will.

But it thumped differently now when he kissed you like this. You felt the change so clearly when he held you, pushing you into the mattress; stripping you naked bit by bit; asking over and over again if you were okay, if he should stop.

You lived differently, too, when he pecked your bare skin, up and down, from head to toe, to and fro. His tongue explored your waist and your thighs and the wetness between your quivering legs.

And you loved differently when he immersed himself in you. Sighing and moaning against you as his tongue lapped you up. You felt the chills everywhere. Felt your shoulders rise, your hand in his long hair, the oxygen running out.

You’d nearly forgotten how such a moment felt — then again, you’d never experienced it like this before. You could barely breathe, and for the first time, you loved it. For the first time, it wasn’t your usual reason.

But the picture of the man over you pumping himself, covering his cock in the condom you’d bought weeks ago, just in case. Back when he started hanging around at your place. He was surprised about your preparation; was delighted about it, too.

And God… God, when he kissed you, sheathing himself in you, every inch connected with every piece of you. Souls and hearts and bodies merging. Moving in and out slowly, then a little quicker, cradling your face and kissing your neck.

Between all that, he kept asking if you were doing okay, and you said you’d never felt better. And the best part was that you fucking meant it and that’s when you knew—

That Yoongi warmed your coldest, most frigid spots. Helped you find a sense of heat that you’d long forgotten, that not even summer could ever bring back. The spring was right inside you, in the middle of your chest despite the rain.

But at the same time, somewhere next to it, he was there, too, becoming the storm that raged outside.

All at once, you remembered again. Even if you might forget in your worst times; even if he’d really need to remind you again.

You remembered that you could be loved, and that you were deserving of love.

You remembered that love towards somebody is often subjective and it’s not entirely up to you who feels it for you, and that only because somebody else was unable to give it to you the right way… it doesn’t mean everyone would act the same.

Yoongi was the spring and the storm; the rainbow you saw the next morning as the sky cleared.

Your mother used to struggle with migraines. Back then, you’d see her tied to the bed for half a day, struggling to get up, sleeping for a couple hours after swallowing her sumatriptan.

The evening or the morning after, you’d ask her how she was doing, and she’d say the headache was gone, but that some of the pressure still lingered. She’d feel it in the heaviness of her head, like it was falling against her clavicles.

Back then, you were too young to understand; you still don’t suffer migraines, knock on wood. But you somehow get what she meant — you guess the same applies to any other part of your body.

Like the soul.

They say a body becomes lighter after death since the soul leaves; and the morning after bawling in Yoongi’s arms, you feel the opposite. Like your grief makes you weigh more than during your good days.

Like you’re heavier than a month ago, without gaining a single kilogram.

But at least that means you’re alive. A soul intact.

And, just like your mother’s medicine, the night alleviated at least some of your pain. Maybe it was the conversation with Yoongi. Maybe the reassurance that he didn’t perceive you as the task you thought you might be.

Many years ago, you refused to seek help in others; be it loved ones, a partner or a therapist. Yoongi taught you to own who you were and to admit the problems you faced; that they were as valid as anything else.

Living with him and loving him this profoundly showed you that it’s okay to confide in someone. That someone will care. But it also taught you that ultimately, nobody is responsible for your well-being as much as you are.

That to heal, you need to accept yourself. That to accept yourself, you need to acknowledge the issues you face.

And for that, you need to be ready to combat your demons, understand that they can be fought.

You’ve always known that. In that sense, it isn’t true that you’re fully dependent on Yoongi. You know deep down that you’ll be the one pulling you out of this.

But…

It’s never bad for someone to initiate that thought process, is it? Even when it’s you emerging from the grave you dug for yourself; it’s okay to grab the hand as the earth breaks, pulling you out of the dirt and darkness.

Yoongi is the rope helping you out; but you’re the one to walk on once the endless well ends and you spot the daylight. You can rely on him. You can rely on yourself.

You’ll be okay… you’ll be okay.

“Ready?” Yoongi asks as you slip into your shoes. You look up, and nod, your smile soft. “Just a few more days, right?”

Right. 

You’ll live day by day. Survive the hours, strive towards a better future. Count your blessings, find things to look forward to. It’s alright to fall sometimes, and whenever you do, you’ll remember you’re not alone.

That you’ll get up eventually. You hold onto this.

And onto those few last days until vacation calls. You booked it so long ago; it can be that one thing to grasp, to look forward to, right?

And… you laugh. Because you remember Yoongi telling you to get your nails done, that he’d even go with you. “But do not forget, because blue suits Greece and I’d love to see the colour on you.”

You act like you don’t know what his plea means. You act like you don’t know how much he loves you. How this very approaching plan of his proves that he couldn’t even let go of you if you gave him another reason to.

Isn’t this enough to understand that he never feels guilty of loving you?

Why are you so afraid…

Because.

Yoongi never viewed your pain as something you had control over or something you caused; whoever hurt you is at fault, not you. And Yoongi knows that; knows that you matter, with your past and present and future, however cruel they might be.

But despite the fact that your past made you who you are, and that your future will determine how you’ll further turn out to be, Yoongi always preaches to focus on the controllable.

We won’t ever be able to manage the future entirely; maybe you won’t even ever be faced with the fears you harbour, you know? The past is the past, the present is the present and the future is the future. They will torment us if we put too much meaning in them.

I know it’s hard. But it’ll be alright. One day, it will be — you’re okay.

It has to be…

You’ll be okay. You’re okay.

The weather might change at warp speed — but soon, it’ll be sunny again.

i know i said it's okay if you skip this one, but if you're reading this, you might not have, and i'm thankful for that <3 i needed these feelings out of my system, so it felt very cathartic to me. maybe it helped you a little, too? i hope so, at least – things will be okay 🤍

what do you think? since you're here, i'd love to know how you feel about this piece 💕

[beewithknee]

of dysphoria and euphoria

redactober !

trans elliott/sunshine hurt/comfort

As soon as Elliott woke up, he could tell that something was wrong. There was an odd pain in his stomach and his thighs were suspiciously warm. Throwing back the covers, the sight he was met with was one that the dreamwalker had hoped never to re-live.

Blood.

Sure enough, Elliott's boxers and sheets were stained with the red liquid.

The normally happy man's lip quivered at the very blunt reminder that he, in fact, was not a real guy. Tears built up in his eyes as he ran to the shower.

Honestly, he couldn’t stand showering unnecessarily, having to look in the mirror usually wasn't something he could face. Having his powers also made things difficult; shifting into dreams allowed him to adapt his form to that of a cisgender man.

Waking up afterwards though...

It left his chest hollow and aching at the reminder of the incorrect areas lining his body.

Water poured from the shower head as Elliott stripped, purposefully avoiding the mirror. He carefully stepped in, bracing his hand against the cold tile. He couldn't hold it in any longer as he slid to the floor, knees to chest and sobbed into his legs. He used to be so much better at dealing with his… period.

But after starting testosterone, he hadn't gotten one in over 2 years. Elliott's eyes drifted down to his chest as another wave of tears fell over him.

This wasn’t him. His body wasn't right. Nothing fit like it was meant to. 

He loathed that he had been forced into a state that caused him so much pain. He hated being abnormal.

There were only a few people that knew about his transition and only a small percentage of them actually accepted him for it. One person Elliott knew he could rely on was his Sunshine. God, they had saved his life.

When Elliott had asked them out and Sunshine said yes, he swore his heart stopped dead in his chest for a moment. 

Thoughts of his partner swam around his mind and succeeded in cheering him up a touch, before he remembered that he didn't have any of the sanitary products he needed. 

The dreamwalker logically knew that his partner would do anything to help, wouldn't judge. But the thought of having to admit that he needed such feminine products was suffocating. Standing up, he stuck his head under the spray and cranked up the heat.

The hurting man allowed the water to wash away his thoughts for a while. After he deemed himself clean enough and actually ready to face the world, he jumped out, stuffing tissues into his boxers and making a mad dash to the bedroom.

There he sat, phone in hand, trying to sum up the courage to actually press the button.

His hands shook violently as he did. "Hey Elliott." He could hear the smile in their voice.

"Hi Sunshine," he whispered back. Tears pricked his eyes and he angrily clenched them shut. 

"What's up?"

"Can you..." he trailed off, pausing. His heart was thundering in his chest. With a tight throat, he tried again. "Can you bring me some pads on your way home?"

They paused for a moment, "Of course, Eli. Do you need a new heating pad or ibuprofen?" Bless his Sunshine. He sniffled slightly, lip quivering from anxiety and relief.

"No, I just need the pads... and you." Elliott wasn't used to feeling the overwhelming nerves running through his system, but the thought of his partner being disgusted by him was nearly too much. 

The lovers exchanged goodbyes, and Elliott was left staring at the floor of their bedroom for many minutes. 

A knock broke his trance, "Yeah?"

"I'm home, baby. I've got your stuff."

He sighed in relief, "Thanks Sunshine." He paused in front of them, placing a kiss to their lips. He'd never get tired of kissing them. 

Quickly changing, Elliott hurried through the motions. Nausea built in his stomach as he did. 

He stumbled back into their bedroom. Looking up, he stopped dead. 

Sunshine had built him a little nest of snacks, blankets and soft things. "I know you said you didn't want anything, but I couldn't help myself. I hope it's not too much." They explained sheepishly, cheeks lightly dusted pink as they looked around the space. 

Elliott flung himself onto the bed and into the nest, collecting them into his arms. "Nothing you do is ever too much. Thank you Sunshine. This means so much." He promised, kissing them hard to prove his words. They giggled into his mouth, hands coming up to run through his damp hair. 

"Alright, settle down. Get comfy cause we're not moving 'til dinner." They grinned, arms outstretched. He shuffled into their embrace, face nuzzling into the side of their neck. His lower stomach was wrapped in a heating pad and their warm palms danced over his aching back. 

He sighed heavily, the exhaustion of anxiety finally hitting him. "Do you need anything else, Eli?" They whispered, lips placing a kiss to the top of his head. 

"Just you." He whispered back. His arms tightened around their middle. 

He was sickeningly in love with his Sunshine. With the one person who never made him feel less-than worthy. Who never questioned his feelings, only offering comfort as best they could. 

"I love you."

"I love you too, pretty boy." 

He smiled sleepily, limbs growing heavier with every pass of their hand down his back. The pain and discomfort was still very much present, but maybe, just maybe, he could find solace in his lovers arms for a while.

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Creative Concepts: Designing Office Carpets for Success in Dubai

The Future of Office Flooring: Innovations and Sustainability in Dubai

In Dubai, the future of office flooring is taking a leap into the realm of innovation and sustainability, especially in the context of office carpet in Dubai. From smart flooring technology to eco-friendly materials and modular designs, the landscape of office floors is evolving to meet the demands of modern workplaces. Let's dive into these exciting trends and explore how they can revolutionize office spaces while aligning with Dubai's sustainability goals.

Smart Flooring Technology: Enhancing Efficiency and Comfort

Imagine walking into an office where the floor adapts to your needs - that's the promise of smart flooring technology. These futuristic floors are equipped with sensors and actuators that adjust lighting, temperature, and even acoustic properties based on occupancy and usage patterns. In Dubai's dynamic business environment, smart flooring can enhance energy efficiency, create personalized work environments, and contribute to a more comfortable workspace for employees.

Sustainable Materials: A Greener Approach to Office Design

Dubai is embracing sustainable practices, and office flooring is no exception. Companies are turning to eco-friendly materials such as recycled carpets, bamboo flooring, and reclaimed wood to reduce environmental impact. These sustainable options not only support Dubai's sustainability goals but also contribute to healthier indoor air quality and a more eco-conscious workplace culture.

Modular Designs: Flexibility and Adaptability

Flexibility is key in modern office design, and modular flooring offers the perfect solution. With modular designs, offices can easily reconfigure spaces, accommodate technology integration, and adapt to changing business needs. In Dubai, where businesses thrive on innovation and agility, modular flooring provides the flexibility to create dynamic work environments that foster creativity and collaboration.

Energy Efficiency: Reducing Carbon Footprints

Dubai aims to be a global leader in sustainability, and energy-efficient office flooring in Dubai plays a crucial role in achieving this vision. LED-integrated floors, energy-capturing tiles, and passive heating/cooling systems are just some examples of how innovative flooring solutions can contribute to reduced energy consumption and lower carbon footprints in office buildings across the city.

Promoting Well-being: Creating Healthy Workspaces

The link between workspace design and employee well-being is well recognized, and office flooring plays a significant part in creating healthy work environments. In Dubai, companies are prioritizing flooring solutions that promote ergonomic comfort, reduce noise pollution, and enhance air quality. By investing in employee well-being through innovative flooring choices, businesses in Dubai are fostering happier, more productive teams.

Case Studies: Inspiring Examples of Innovation

Let's take a look at some real-world examples of companies in Dubai that are leading the way with cutting-edge flooring solutions:

XYZ Corporation's Smart Flooring Integration XYZ Corporation, a tech-forward company in Dubai, recently implemented smart flooring technology in their new office space. The floors automatically adjust lighting and temperature based on occupancy, leading to significant energy savings and improved employee comfort.

Greentech Industries' Sustainable Flooring Initiative Greentech Industries, a sustainability-focused firm, opted for recycled carpet tiles and bamboo flooring in their Dubai office. This eco-friendly approach not only aligns with their values but also inspires their employees to embrace sustainability in their daily lives.

InnovateX's Modular Flooring System InnovateX, a start-up incubator, chose a modular flooring system for their office in Dubai. This design allows them to easily reconfigure spaces for different projects and accommodate rapid growth without major renovations, showcasing the flexibility of modular flooring solutions.

The future of office flooring in Dubai is bright with innovation and sustainability at its core. From smart technologies that enhance efficiency to sustainable materials that promote eco-consciousness, the possibilities are endless. By adopting these cutting-edge solutions, businesses in Dubai can create inspiring workspaces that prioritize both productivity and planet Earth. Let's step into the future of office flooring together!

[townhousetherapy]

Wood Stripping

We are beginning our next project in a neighboring building on Putnam Ave In Bed Stuy. This is a 1890's Renaissance Revival home a much smaller floor plate than our previous projects but a very exciting amount of original detail and great bones. While we await plan filings we are have begun the laborious and very messy project of stripping the woodwork.

There are more than 10 coats of paint varnish on much of the woodwork, Stripping detailed woodwork can be while almost as costly as updating electrical. or plumbing systems, but it is crucial to maintaining the traditional beauty and enhancing the value of the home.

There are various products and each paint stripping specialist seems to prefer. Unfortunately many of the more effective products have toxic fumes and are found only in small hardware stores bought only via code word. Each. wood stripping specialist has their preferred material. Citrus Peel can get the job done but with exhaustive effort. Peel Away is still a favorite for many. Others prefer to remove the paint with heat guns which can leave scorch marks on wood if not done very carefully.

We began stripping wood on site. in areas. where the wood and marble aren't moving. We will soon be taking off most of the doors and molding and stripping the rest off site, which will a fraction of the cost of stripping the work site work.

Will post photos as we go along.

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Indian Style Modular Kitchen Design

Source of info : https://www.regalokitchens.com/article/indian-style-modular-kitchen-design

Modular kitchen designs in the Indian style combine stylish and functional to satisfy the specific needs of Indian homes. The bright, spice-filled cooking that characterizes Indian food is managed by these kitchens' clever storage options and resistant to heat materials. Effective layouts and classic elements are used in the design to create a room that is both attractive and functional. Regalo Kitchens, one of India's best manufacturers of modular kitchen solutions, provides a variety of designs to suit a variety of preferences and make every kitchen seem like the center of the house. Indian-style kitchen modules improve modern life with its durability, functionality, and cultural flare.

1. Embrace Indian Aesthetics in Design

A modular kitchen design in the Indian style frequently uses organic components, color schemes, and traditional patterns. While maintaining a modern vibe, these components provide a unique charm. To create an appealing environment, choose hues like bright yellows, rich reds, and earthy browns. Durability may be added to the classic style with the use of costly tile backsplashes, brass knobs, and wooden cabinetry. Strive for harmony by combining these traditional components with modern materials and finishes.

2. Prioritize Storage with Smart Solutions

To hold a wide range of cookware, spices, ingredients, and utensils, Indian kitchens need plenty of storage. Modular kitchen design provides customized storage options that maintain the kitchen's accessibility and organization. Here are a few useful suggestions:

• Pull-out cabinets for common products, such as cereals, oils, and spices.

• Corner units that utilize all available space with revolving shelves.

• Pots, pans, and bigger culinary utensils are stored in deep drawers.

• Grain and pulse bulk storage in overhead cabinets maintains the surface clear of material.

Planning your storage will help you keep things accessible, which will improve the efficiency of cleaning and cooking..

3. Focus on Durability and Ease of Maintenance

Indian food commonly employs strong cooking methods including grilling, frying, and the use of spices. Durability and simplicity of maintenance are therefore essential. Choose heat-, moisture-, and stain-resistant materials for your modular kitchen design, such as granite, laminates, and stainless steel. Granite is a common material for countertops because of its endurance and simplicity of cleaning. Cabinets with laminate or acrylic surfaces have a smooth, cleanable surface that is ideal for keeping the kitchen smelling clean and fresh.

4. Plan the Layout for Workflow Efficiency

The classic kitchen work triangle (sink, stove, and refrigerator) can help streamline efficiency by minimizing needless travel. The following are typical designs that are effective in Indian modular kitchens:

• L-shaped: Perfect for cramped areas, providing plenty of floor space and a small work triangle.

• U-shaped: Ideal for larger families, it provides enough counter and storage space.

Galley or parallel kitchens are ideal for small spaces since they provide two counter areas for unique jobs, which makes cooking easier for multiple people.

To guarantee easy mobility while cooking, pick a configuration that works with your available area and cooking choices.

5. Invest in Quality Ventilation

Because spices and other fragrant items are frequently used in Indian cuisine, a robust ventilation system is necessary to maintain a fresh kitchen. Smoke, oil, and cooking smells can be eliminated with the use of high-quality chimneys or exhaust fans, restricting their spread to other parts of the house.

To meet the requirements of an Indian kitchen, look for chimneys with a high suction capacity. For a more peaceful experience, you may also look for models that reduce noise.

6. Smart Storage for Spices and Condiments

Indian kitchen essentials include spices and condiments, which should have their own storage space in an effective modular kitchen design. Think about including:

• Pull-out racks for spices: Spices can be easily accessed while cooking thanks to the thin pull-out racks next to the burner.

• Drawer dividers: Adjustable shelves for arranging oils, condiments, and spice jars are known as modular shelving.

• Drawer dividers: Drawer dividers are perfect for maintaining spice canisters nicely organized, unique, and accessible.

Having these necessities close at hand not only saves time but also enhances the pleasure of cooking.

7. Utilize Modular Accessories for Efficiency

Adding modular kitchen equipment enhances efficiency and organization. Think about choices like as:

• Cutlery arrangers: drawer dividers to keep knives, ladles, forks, and spoons apart.

• Bottle pull-outs: Stylish cabinets made to save up counter space by storing bottles and jars vertically.

• Plate racks and holders: Safe storage for dishes and plates to avoid shattering.

• Under-sink cabinets: Make effective use of this frequently underutilized space by storing garbage cans and cleaning items.

With the help of these modular accessories, you can design a functional kitchen where everything has its designated spot.

8. Embrace Technology for Convenience

Smart technology is being used more and more in Indian kitchens to speed up and simplify cooking. Include equipment like stoves and microwaves: Built-in alternatives provide the kitchen a streamlined appearance while saving space.

• Dishwashers: Families that cook regularly need dishwashers because they make cleanup simple.

• Smart refrigerators: These maintain food fresher for longer thanks to improved cooling and storage technologies.

• Smart lighting: Adjustable lighting that improves the aesthetics of the kitchen while offering enough light for culinary operations.

In addition to improving kitchen efficiency, these improvements fit in with modern lifestyles.

9. Select Appropriate Lighting

In a modular kitchen design, sufficient lighting is important, particularly in an Indian kitchen where operations involving precise cutting and grinding are frequent. Concentrate on a mix of:

• Task lighting: To make food preparation safer and simpler, under-cabinet lights illuminate counters.

• Ambient lighting: Perfect for family kitchens, ceiling lights provide a comfortable environment.

• Accent lighting: Wall-mounted or pendant lights draw attention to important areas in the kitchen and provide style.

The kitchen can be made more aesthetically pleasing and useful with the use of the proper lighting layers, making it a comfortable place to work at any time of day.

10. Add Decorative Elements

While functionality is a priority, adding decorative touches can bring personality to your modular kitchen design. Consider:

• Backsplashes: Patterns inspired by Indian tiles can add vibrancy and color. • Plants: Small potted herbs or indoor plants bring a refreshing feel to the kitchen.

• Wall art or traditional decor: Reflects Indian culture and adds warmth to the space.

These additions make the kitchen feel more inviting and showcase a unique blend of Indian and modern design elements.

11. Work with a Reliable Modular Kitchen Brand

Working with a reputable company that specializes in modular kitchen design is crucial to realizing your Indian-style modular kitchen concept. A trustworthy brand provides:

• Customization to meet your particular needs and tastes.

• Superior ingredients that can withstand the rigors of Indian cuisine.

• To guarantee that every component fits precisely, professional installation services are provided.

One of the best possibilities in India is Regalo Kitchens, which is renowned for its professional designs and customizable options. You may design a modular kitchen with Regalo Kitchens that fits your functional requirements, emanates Indian culture, and improves your cooking.

Conclusion

An Indian-style modular kitchen design requires careful planning, from choosing colors and materials to implementing creative layout and storage concepts. By focusing on durability, effective setup, and a stunning yet functional design, you can satisfy the demands of everyday cooking while converting your kitchen into a space that reflects Indian culture.

With the right parts and a reputable company like Regalo Kitchens, the whole family will love cooking in an Indian-style modular kitchen that is both stylish and very useful.

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ARDEX and Polypipe Underfloor Heating join forces to offer recommended solutions for underfloor heating systems

ARDEX – one of the UK’s leading manufacturers and suppliers of high-performance building products for flooring and tiling – has partnered with Polypipe Underfloor Heating to provide a trusted solution for their water-fed underfloor heating systems. 

ARDEX products have been extensively tested with Polypipe Underfloor Heating’s Overlay® gypsum panels, Overlay® Plus lightweight retro-fit boards, as well as their solid floor systems including the Red Floor Panel System, Clip Rail and Staple systems. 

ARDEX and Polypipe Underfloor Heating have joined forces to produce a comprehensive installation guide. Available to download by visiting ARDEX.co.uk and PolypipeUFH.com, the guide covers everything from subfloor preparation and installation of retro-fit board and solid-floor systems to tiling and resilient flooring installation guidance using ARDEX products.

Emma McDonald, ARDEX UK Technical Manager, said: “After a long process involving extensive testing of Polypipe Underfloor Heating’s warm-water systems with our products, we’re delighted to be able to announce this partnership.

“This is one of the first partnerships of its kind in the industry, providing a recommended system when tiling or flooring onto these kinds of retro-fit systems to help ensure problem-free installations.

“The system covers everything from the preparation of subfloors prior to the installation of these systems, right to the products needed to fix tiles or lay resilient flooring. ARDEX solutions have also been tested and are recommended for use with Polypipe Underfloor Heating systems for use in solid or screeded floors.

“Whether you’re installing warm-water UFH or laying a floorcovering over an existing system, our partnership provides clear guidance and will help you overcome common installation problems.”

Stuart Wood, Product Manager – Sustainable Heating from Polypipe Underfloor Heating said: “We are delighted to be working with Ardex, ensuring our customers receive the best advice on floor preparation both before and after the installation of our Underfloor Heating Systems. ARDEX have worked tirelessly with us over the last few months to create a comprehensive guide that really supports best installation practises for the industry.”

To download a copy of the installation guide visit either:

www.polypipeufh.com

or

www.ardex.co.uk

ARDEX and Polypipe Underfloor Heating’s Technical Representatives are also available over the phone and in-person for on-site support, training and recommendations. For more information contact the ARDEX team on 01440 714939 or Polypipe Technical on 01709 772200.

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Luxury Vinyl Tile for Eco-Friendly Flooring Solutions

Luxury Vinyl Tile (LVT) has gained immense popularity for its blend of style, durability, and practicality. While vinyl flooring has historically raised concerns about its environmental impact, recent advancements have transformed LVT into an eco-friendly flooring option that doesn’t compromise on design or performance. Here's how LVT can serve as a sustainable choice for your home or commercial space.

1. Sustainable Manufacturing Practices

Modern LVT is crafted with innovative techniques that prioritize sustainability and reduce environmental harm.

Energy-Efficient Production: Many LVT manufacturers use energy-efficient processes, including renewable energy sources, to produce flooring with a lower carbon footprint.

Recycled Materials: Some LVT brands incorporate post-consumer and post-industrial recycled materials in their products, reducing waste and conserving resources.

Non-Toxic Ingredients: Advances in material science have led to phthalate-free LVT options, ensuring safer indoor air quality.

2. Longevity Reduces Waste

One of the greenest aspects of LVT is its durability, which means it lasts longer and reduces the need for frequent replacements.

Resilience to Wear and Tear: LVT is resistant to scratches, stains, and dents, making it ideal for high-traffic areas.

Water Resistance: Its waterproof nature ensures longevity in moisture-prone areas like bathrooms and kitchens.

Cost-Effective Lifespan: With proper maintenance, LVT can last 20 years or more, minimizing the environmental impact of replacing flooring.

3. Health-Conscious and Low-VOC Emissions

Eco-friendly LVT options prioritize indoor air quality, a critical aspect of sustainable living.

Low VOC Certifications: Many LVT products are certified low in volatile organic compounds (VOCs), ensuring they do not release harmful chemicals into the air.

FloorScore Certified: Some LVT products carry FloorScore certification, guaranteeing that they meet stringent indoor air quality standards.

Phthalate-Free Formulas: By eliminating harmful plasticizers, LVT provides a safer environment for families, including children and pets.

4. Design Versatility with Minimal Waste

LVT offers the look of natural materials like wood and stone without the environmental cost of harvesting these resources.

Wood Look Without Deforestation: LVT mimics the appearance of hardwood, allowing homeowners to achieve the look of oak, maple, or walnut without cutting down trees.

Stone Look Without Quarrying: Stone-look LVT replicates the beauty of marble, slate, or travertine, avoiding the energy-intensive extraction processes associated with natural stone.

Precise Installation: With options like click-lock systems and peel-and-stick tiles, LVT minimizes material waste during installation.

5. Recyclable and Reclaimed Options

Manufacturers are taking steps to ensure that LVT products are recyclable or made from reclaimed materials.

Closed-Loop Recycling: Some companies have established recycling programs that take back old LVT flooring to create new products.

Upcycling Potential: Discarded LVT can be repurposed into other materials, reducing landfill contributions.

Reclaimed Vinyl: Look for LVT options that include reclaimed vinyl in their composition for an even greener choice.

6. Easy Maintenance Reduces Environmental Impact

The low-maintenance nature of LVT contributes to its sustainability by reducing the need for harsh cleaning chemicals.

Water and Mild Soap: Simple cleaning methods with water and mild soap are sufficient to maintain LVT, eliminating the need for chemical-heavy products.

Stain Resistance: The stain-resistant surface reduces the frequency of deep cleaning, saving water and energy.

Energy Efficiency: LVT’s insulating properties help regulate indoor temperatures, potentially lowering energy usage for heating and cooling.

7. Brands Leading the Way in Eco-Friendly LVT

Several manufacturers have embraced sustainability in their LVT lines, offering a variety of eco-friendly choices.

Karndean: Known for its use of recycled materials and low-VOC products, Karndean is a leader in sustainable LVT.

Forbo Flooring Systems: Offers phthalate-free LVT options with a focus on energy-efficient manufacturing.

Tarkett: Committed to circular design, Tarkett produces LVT with high recycled content and offers recycling programs for old flooring.

8. Practical Applications of Eco-Friendly LVT

Residential Spaces

Eco-friendly LVT works well in kitchens, bathrooms, and living areas, combining style with practicality for modern homes.

Commercial Settings

Its durability and low maintenance make LVT ideal for offices, retail spaces, and hospitality environments.

Rental Properties

Landlords can benefit from LVT’s long-lasting quality and affordability, while offering tenants a stylish and eco-conscious living space.

9. Choosing the Right Eco-Friendly LVT

When selecting eco-friendly LVT, look for the following certifications and features:

Low VOC or FloorScore Certified: Ensures safe indoor air quality.

Recycled Content: Check the percentage of recycled materials in the product.

Manufacturer Recycling Programs: Opt for brands that offer take-back programs for old flooring.

To summarize:

Luxury Vinyl Tile has evolved into a sustainable flooring solution, combining eco-conscious manufacturing with the versatility, durability, and style homeowners love. By choosing LVT that prioritizes recycled materials, low VOC emissions, and long-lasting performance, you can create a beautiful, eco-friendly space without compromising on quality or aesthetics. Whether you’re renovating a home or outfitting a commercial property, LVT offers a responsible and stylish way to enhance any environment.

[santothermal]

1ATTX Single Conductor Ground Seat

The SANTO ATTX series floor mats adopt the world's top technology and are the finished product of SANTO's repeated product updates SANTO geothermal dedicated ultra-thin mat is an heating system. It is easy to install and suitable for various floor decoration materials, whether it is concrete floors, wooden floors, old ceramic tile floors or terrazzo floors.This product is suitable for hotels, family rooms, dormitories, etc., for indoor insulation

[tilethis]

Tile This Distribution: Your One-Stop Shop for High-Quality Heated Flooring Products

https://tilethis.com/product-category/floor-heat/ - Tile This Distribution is a family-owned business based in Burnsville, MN that offers everything you need to get your floor heating system up and running. We provide a selection of products from top-tier brands such as Suntouch and Nuheat, including cable kits, thermostat covers, thermostats, and more. Tile This Distribution is committed to ensuring that you get the best out of your radiant heated floors with quality and variety. Our heating systems are perfect for any room in your house, and we offer convenient product options at checkout to ensure that everything you order is a perfect match for your home. With competitive prices, a 24-hour processing time, and fast shipping, Tile This Distribution is the perfect choice for your heated flooring needs.

Tile This LLC 1436 Cliff Rd E, Burnsville Minnesota 55337 USA Phone: (952) 882-0436 E-mail:  jet@tilethis.com https://tilethis.com/  

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How Housekeeping Can Improve the Air Quality in Your Dade City Home

How Housekeeping Can Improve the Air Quality in Your Dade City Home

The air quality in your home plays a significant role in your overall health and well-being. In Dade City, where seasonal changes and outdoor pollutants can impact indoor air quality, maintaining a clean home through effective housekeeping is one of the best ways to ensure you and your family breathe easy. Here are several ways regular housekeeping can improve the air quality in your home.

1. Reducing Dust and Allergens

Dust accumulation is a common indoor air pollutant, and it can trigger allergies and respiratory issues. In a place like Dade City, where humidity and heat can contribute to mold growth, dust and mold spores are persistent problems. Regular housekeeping practices such as dusting surfaces, vacuuming carpets, and cleaning upholstery can significantly reduce the number of allergens in your home.

Tip: Use a microfiber cloth for dusting, as it traps dust more effectively than regular cloths. Be sure to clean fans, vents, and air ducts, as these areas can harbor dust that circulates through your home.

2. Preventing Mold Growth

Humidity in Dade City can encourage the growth of mold, which can severely impact air quality. Mold spores are invisible to the naked eye, but they can cause respiratory issues, especially for people with asthma or weakened immune systems. Housekeeping routines focused on removing excess moisture, such as wiping down wet surfaces in bathrooms and kitchens, can help prevent mold from taking root.

Tip: Consider using a dehumidifier or placing moisture-absorbing products like silica gel or activated charcoal in areas prone to dampness, such as bathrooms and basements.

3. Maintaining HVAC Systems

Your home’s HVAC system is essential for regulating indoor air quality, but if not properly maintained, it can become a breeding ground for dust, dirt, and bacteria. Regular cleaning of your system’s filters, ducts, and vents can help ensure the air circulating through your home is free from contaminants. Scheduling regular maintenance with a professional can improve the efficiency of your HVAC system while maintaining cleaner air.

Tip: Change your HVAC filters every 3-6 months, or more frequently if you have pets, smoke, or live in a dusty area.

4. Cleaning Pet Dander

If you have pets in your Dade City home, you know that pet dander can accumulate quickly and negatively affect air quality. Pet hair and dander can trigger allergic reactions and exacerbate asthma symptoms. Regular housekeeping practices like brushing your pets, vacuuming frequently, and washing their bedding can help reduce the buildup of dander in your home.

Tip: Invest in a vacuum cleaner with a HEPA filter to trap pet hair and dander more effectively.

5. Removing Toxic Chemicals

Household cleaners, air fresheners, and other products can release volatile organic compounds (VOCs) into the air, which can contribute to poor indoor air quality. Many cleaning products contain harmful chemicals that can irritate your lungs and eyes. By switching to natural, non-toxic cleaning solutions, you can minimize the introduction of these chemicals into your home’s air.

Tip: Use eco-friendly cleaners, such as those made from vinegar, baking soda, or essential oils. Always ensure your home is well-ventilated during cleaning to allow chemicals to dissipate quickly.

6. Maintaining Clean Floors

Carpets and rugs can trap dust, dirt, and allergens that degrade indoor air quality. Regular vacuuming, along with periodic professional carpet cleaning, can help reduce the buildup of particles that are released into the air when disturbed. Hard floors, such as tile or wood, can be wiped down regularly to prevent dust and dirt from becoming airborne.

Tip: Use a vacuum with a HEPA filter, and consider having your carpets professionally cleaned every 6-12 months to remove deep-set dirt and allergens.

7. Ensuring Proper Ventilation

Good ventilation is essential to maintain clean indoor air. Proper airflow allows pollutants to exit your home and fresh air to enter. Housekeeping activities such as opening windows to allow natural ventilation and ensuring that exhaust fans are working in bathrooms and kitchens can help improve air quality.

Tip: If you have the option, consider installing an air exchange system or a heat recovery ventilator (HRV) to ensure your home’s air stays fresh and free from contaminants.

Conclusion

Housekeeping is more than just a way to keep your home looking neat and tidy—it can have a profound impact on your indoor air quality. By focusing on regular cleaning practices, such as reducing dust and allergens, preventing mold growth, maintaining HVAC systems, and eliminating toxic chemicals, you can create a healthier environment for you and your family. In Dade City’s humid climate, effective housekeeping is an essential tool for maintaining clean, breathable air in your home.

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Carpet Tile Market Solutions: Transforming Flooring with Innovation

The carpet tile market is undergoing a technological revolution, driven by innovations that enhance product performance, sustainability, and customization options. These advances in technology are reshaping the way carpet tiles are designed, manufactured, and used, offering significant benefits for consumers, businesses, and the environment. From digital printing to eco-friendly materials, the integration of new technologies is redefining the landscape of the flooring industry.

Digital Printing: Revolutionizing Design and Customization

One of the most notable technological advancements in the carpet tile market is the rise of digital printing. Traditionally, carpet tiles were produced using conventional tufting and dyeing methods, which limited the range of colors, patterns, and textures. With digital printing, manufacturers can now create intricate designs and vibrant patterns with greater precision, allowing for a level of customization that was previously difficult to achieve. This technology enables designers to print complex visuals directly onto carpet tiles, offering endless possibilities for customization in terms of design, color, and texture.

Digital printing also allows for more efficient production processes. Manufacturers can produce smaller batches of carpet tiles with intricate designs, eliminating the need for mass production runs and reducing waste. This makes it easier for customers to access personalized and unique carpet tile designs, especially for commercial and residential spaces that require distinctive, branded, or one-of-a-kind flooring solutions.

Sustainability Through Advanced Materials

The growing emphasis on sustainability has led to significant technological advancements in the materials used to create carpet tiles. Many manufacturers are now incorporating recycled and eco-friendly materials into their products. For example, recycled nylon from post-consumer waste, such as discarded fishing nets and plastic bottles, is increasingly used in the production of carpet tiles. These materials not only reduce the environmental impact of carpet tile production but also help close the loop in the circular economy by repurposing waste materials into high-quality flooring solutions.

In addition to recycled materials, new biodegradable options are being explored to ensure that carpet tiles can be more easily disposed of or recycled at the end of their lifecycle. Some manufacturers are also implementing low-VOC (volatile organic compound) adhesives and backing materials, which contribute to healthier indoor air quality. These advances in material technology are helping reduce the environmental footprint of carpet tile products, making them a more sustainable choice for consumers and businesses alike.

Smart Carpet Tiles: The Integration of IoT and Sensors

The integration of smart technology into carpet tiles is another exciting development in the industry. Some companies are incorporating Internet of Things (IoT) sensors into their carpet tiles, turning them into interactive, data-driven flooring solutions. These sensors can detect factors such as foot traffic, temperature, humidity, and even air quality. The data collected from these sensors can be used to optimize building management systems and improve energy efficiency by monitoring traffic patterns and adjusting heating or cooling systems accordingly.

Additionally, smart carpet tiles can provide valuable insights into the maintenance and durability of the flooring. For instance, sensors can detect areas of heavy wear or damage, prompting users to replace or repair specific tiles, thus extending the lifespan of the product. This technology is particularly beneficial in large commercial spaces, such as offices, hospitals, or hotels, where maintaining the condition of flooring is critical to both aesthetics and functionality.

Modular Construction and Easy Installation

Another technology-driven advancement in the carpet tile market is the improvement in modular construction, which has made installation faster and more efficient. Carpet tiles are designed to be easily interchanged, making them ideal for both new constructions and renovations. With adhesive backing systems and improved interlocking designs, modern carpet tiles can be installed with minimal disruption to the surrounding environment, reducing downtime for businesses and minimizing costs for homeowners.

In addition, advances in installation technology have led to the development of self-adhesive carpet tiles that require no additional glue or adhesive, simplifying the installation process. These tiles are also easier to remove and replace, making maintenance and repairs more convenient and cost-effective in the long term.

Enhanced Durability and Performance

Technology has also played a significant role in enhancing the durability and performance of carpet tiles. New advancements in fiber technology have led to the creation of more resilient, stain-resistant, and long-lasting products. For example, advancements in nylon and polyester fibers have made carpet tiles more resistant to wear and tear, fading, and stains. Some manufacturers are also using advanced coatings and treatments to improve the stain resistance and durability of their products, making carpet tiles a more attractive option for high-traffic areas.

Additionally, improvements in backing technology have contributed to the overall durability and stability of carpet tiles. New backing materials, such as PVC-free options, provide better cushioning and prevent the tiles from shifting or warping over time. These advancements ensure that carpet tiles maintain their aesthetic appeal and performance for longer periods, even in demanding environments.

Conclusion

The carpet tile market is experiencing a technological transformation, driven by innovations that enhance the design, sustainability, and functionality of these flooring solutions. From digital printing that enables unique and customizable designs to the use of sustainable materials that reduce environmental impact, these technological advancements are reshaping the way consumers and businesses view and use carpet tiles. With the continued development of smart technologies, modular construction techniques, and improved durability, the future of the carpet tile market looks promising, offering more efficient, eco-friendly, and high-performance flooring solutions for a variety of applications.

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How the UAE is Leading the Way with Innovative Building Materials

The United Arab Emirates (UAE) is known for its architectural wonders, with a skyline dominated by soaring skyscrapers, ultra-modern homes, and state-of-the-art infrastructure. The country’s rapid urban development has been supported by the integration of cutting-edge construction materials. From concrete innovations to the use of sustainable and energy-efficient materials, the UAE is setting the pace for modern architecture and construction. In this blog, we will explore how the UAE is leading the way with innovative building materials, with a special focus on construction materials used in Dubai, Al Quoz, and the broader region.

The Role of Construction Materials in Dubai’s Growth

Dubai is a city renowned for its bold and groundbreaking architectural projects. As the city grows vertically and horizontally, construction materials play a pivotal role in its development. Builders in Dubai rely on the latest innovations to not only create visually striking structures but also to ensure durability, energy efficiency, and sustainability. For instance, high-performance concrete is frequently used in large-scale projects to withstand the region's extreme weather conditions. Moreover, construction materials in Dubai emphasize materials that reduce energy consumption, a key factor in a city that experiences intense heat for much of the year.

In addition to conventional materials like concrete and steel, the UAE has seen a rise in the adoption of advanced building technologies, such as smart glass and eco-friendly insulation. The result is a highly adaptable construction industry that can meet the growing demand for modern, sustainable urban spaces.

Building Materials in Al Quoz: A Hub for Construction Innovation

Al Quoz, an industrial area in Dubai, has long been a central location for sourcing building materials. Over time, this district has become a hotspot for innovative construction materials, serving as a gateway for developers to access cutting-edge products that shape Dubai’s evolving architectural landscape.

Al Quoz's position as a logistics and industrial hub makes it an ideal location for the distribution of construction materials, including materials for both residential and commercial projects. Many innovative building materials Dubai al quoz, from eco-friendly insulation to advanced wall cladding systems, are readily available here, allowing contractors to easily source what they need for large-scale projects. Moreover, Al Quoz’s growing design and architecture sector has spurred an increased demand for high-quality materials, encouraging the development of specialized materials that are both aesthetically pleasing and functional.

Ceramic Tiles for Walls: Timeless and Sustainable

Ceramic tiles have long been a popular choice for wall applications in the UAE, particularly in high-traffic areas like bathrooms and kitchens. However, their use is expanding beyond traditional applications, as architects and designers explore new possibilities. Ceramic tiles are not only durable and water-resistant, making them ideal for wet areas, but they also come in a wide variety of designs, colors, and finishes. This flexibility allows for the creation of beautiful and functional spaces, whether in luxury homes, commercial buildings, or public spaces.

In the extreme climate, ceramic tiles in UAE are prized for their ability to withstand heat and humidity. They are also low-maintenance, an essential factor in a region where cleanliness and aesthetics are paramount. Additionally, ceramic tiles are a sustainable choice, as they can be made from natural materials and are fully recyclable. This aligns well with the UAE's focus on sustainable development and reducing the environmental impact of its building industry.

Architects are now increasingly using ceramic tiles for not only floors but also for feature walls, backsplashes, and even external facades. This trend is evident in many of Dubai's upscale residential buildings, where ceramic tiles are integrated into design schemes to enhance the building's aesthetic appeal while providing a sustainable and low-maintenance solution.

Outdoor Tiles for Walls: Combining Durability with Style

Outdoor tile for walls is becoming increasingly popular in the UAE, where the outdoor living space is as important as the interior. Whether for gardens, balconies, or exterior facades, outdoor tiles offer a durable and attractive option for enhancing exterior walls. These tiles are designed to withstand the UAE’s harsh weather conditions, including intense heat, dust, and moisture. They are made from materials such as porcelain, ceramic, and natural stone, which are not only weather-resistant but also stylish and customizable.

Outdoor tiles are often used to create seamless transitions between indoor and outdoor spaces, adding a touch of elegance to terraces, garden walls, and courtyards. Porcelain tiles, in particular, are a top choice for outdoor wall cladding due to their non-porous nature, making them resistant to water absorption and stains. These tiles also come in a wide range of textures, colors, and patterns, allowing homeowners and designers to create personalized outdoor environments that reflect their tastes.

The durability and low maintenance requirements of outdoor tiles make them a smart choice for the UAE’s climate. They can endure extreme heat and are resistant to fading, ensuring that exterior walls maintain their aesthetic appeal for years to come.

Building Materials in the UAE: A Move Towards Sustainability

In the UAE, there is an increasing emphasis on sustainability in construction. The government has set ambitious goals to reduce carbon emissions and promote green building practices. This shift towards eco-friendly materials is evident in the growing popularity of sustainable construction materials such as recycled steel, eco-friendly concrete, and energy-efficient glass.

Sustainable building materials in Uae are especially important in rapidly expanding cities, where environmental impact is a major concern. Many new developments in Dubai are incorporating green roofs, solar panels, and energy-efficient insulation materials that reduce energy consumption. These initiatives are designed to meet the demands of modern urban living while reducing the carbon footprint of the construction industry.

Furthermore, the UAE is embracing innovative materials that contribute to building performance and energy efficiency. For example, smart glass is becoming a popular choice for building facades, as it adjusts its tint to block out heat and reduce cooling costs. This is especially valuable in a country like the UAE, where cooling systems account for a significant portion of energy consumption in buildings.

The UAE is truly at the forefront of adopting innovative building materials that meet the challenges posed by its unique climate and urban landscape. From advanced concrete and steel technologies to sustainable materials like ceramic and outdoor tiles, the UAE’s construction industry is leveraging cutting-edge solutions to create structures that are not only beautiful but also durable and energy-efficient.

As Dubai and the wider UAE continue to grow, the use of these materials will only expand, supporting the development of smart, sustainable, and resilient buildings. The UAE’s commitment to innovation in building materials is helping to shape the future of construction, setting a global standard for urban development in the 21st century.

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How to Remodel a Bathroom: A Step-by-Step Guide to a Gut Renovation

Remodeling a bathroom is one of the most effective ways to enhance your home’s value, functionality, and aesthetics. Whether you're updating a dated space or creating a spa-like retreat, the process can seem overwhelming. However, with the rise of PropTech (property technology), tools like the Allreno Bathroom Design App are simplifying the process, providing homeowners and professionals with innovative solutions to bring their visions to life.

1. Planning Your Bathroom Remodel

Every successful renovation begins with a solid plan. Start by setting a realistic budget, considering the costs of materials, labor, and unexpected expenses. Next, define your renovation goals. Are you looking to increase storage, improve energy efficiency, or modernize the space?

Once you have a clear vision, use the Allreno Bathroom Design App to create a detailed layout. This tool allows you to experiment with different configurations and styles, offering AI-driven suggestions based on your space and preferences. The app even provides budget-friendly alternatives without compromising quality.

2. Prepping for the Renovation

Preparation is key to a smooth remodel. First, determine whether your project requires permits. Then, decide whether you’ll hire professionals or take on a DIY approach. While small updates like painting or installing fixtures can be handled independently, complex tasks like plumbing and electrical work often require expert help.

Before demolition begins, clear the bathroom entirely, removing old fixtures, tiles, and cabinets. This is where the gut renovation truly starts, exposing the bare bones of your bathroom.

3. Demolition and Structural Changes

Demolition can be messy but rewarding. Armed with the right tools and safety gear, you’ll remove old tiles, vanities, and drywall to reveal a blank canvas. Once the space is cleared, you can make structural changes, such as rerouting plumbing or repositioning walls, if needed. The Allreno app offers step-by-step guidance to help you visualize these changes in real-time.

4. Plumbing and Electrical Upgrades

With the space gutted, now’s the time to upgrade plumbing and electrical systems. This ensures your bathroom not only looks great but functions efficiently. Install new pipes, outlets, and light fixtures. Using Allreno’s product recommendation features, you can select eco-friendly options to reduce water and energy usage.

5. Installing the Essentials

Once the infrastructure is in place, it’s time to install flooring, walls, and key fixtures. Waterproof materials like ceramic tiles or luxury vinyl planks are popular choices. Next, mount your vanity and sink. Allreno offers a range of modern vanities, including the sleek Tisbury and Klasse models, helping you find the perfect fit for your style and space. The app also provides visualization tools, letting you see how different combinations will look in your bathroom.

6. Adding the Finishing Touches

Now for the fun part—adding personality to your bathroom. From mirrors and shelving to decorative lighting, these finishing touches complete the look. Allreno’s design app suggests complementary accessories and color schemes to ensure a cohesive and stylish outcome. You can even explore smart tech options, such as heated floors or LED mirrors.

7. Final Inspection and Adjustments

Before declaring your renovation complete, conduct a thorough inspection. Look for any leaks, alignment issues, or unfinished grout work. Make adjustments as necessary to achieve a polished result.

Conclusion

Bathroom renovations can be daunting, but with the right tools and guidance, they become manageable and rewarding. The Allreno Bathroom Design App leverages cutting-edge PropTech to streamline every step of the process, from planning and visualization to execution. Whether you're a homeowner or a professional, this app empowers you to create stunning, functional bathrooms with confidence. Ready to transform your space? Let Allreno help you bring your dream bathroom to life.

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LETO: Your Source for Safe and Efficient Electric Underfloor Heating

LETO is proud to introduce our range of effective, safe, and economical electric underfloor heating systems, sourced from some of the most reputable manufacturers in the industry. As winter approaches and the chill sets in, ensuring a warm and comfortable environment in your home or office becomes essential. Whether you’re considering heating for an apartment, a private house, or a professional workspace, investing in an electric underfloor heating system is a smart and practical choice.

The Benefits of Electric Underfloor Heating

Comfort and Efficiency: Electric underfloor heating systems provide consistent warmth throughout your space. Unlike traditional heating methods, which can create uneven temperature distributions, underfloor heating warms the entire floor surface, creating a comfortable and cozy atmosphere. This heating method is especially beneficial during colder months, ensuring that your feet stay warm and your living spaces remain inviting.

Energy Savings: One of the most compelling reasons to choose LETO’s electric underfloor heating is the potential for significant energy savings. These systems are designed to operate efficiently, allowing you to maintain a warm environment without excessive energy consumption. Many of our products come equipped with programmable thermostats, enabling you to customize heating schedules according to your lifestyle and preferences, further optimizing energy usage and reducing utility bills.

Safety First: Safety is a top priority for LETO, especially when it comes to heating solutions for environments with children, such as preschools and daycare centers. Our electric underfloor heating systems operate at low temperatures, making them completely safe for young children. This feature ensures peace of mind for parents and caregivers, knowing that children can play and learn in a warm environment without the risk of burns or other injuries.

Versatile Applications: LETO’s electric underfloor heating systems are versatile and suitable for a wide range of applications. Whether you need heating for residential spaces like living rooms, bedrooms, or kitchens, or for commercial settings like offices, conference rooms, or waiting areas, our systems can be tailored to meet your needs. Additionally, these systems are compatible with various flooring materials, including tile, laminate, and hardwood, making them easy to install and integrate into any design.

Why Choose LETO?

At LETO, we are committed to delivering quality heating solutions that enhance comfort and safety in every space. Our electric underfloor heating systems are sourced from leading manufacturers known for their reliability and performance. Each system undergoes thorough testing to ensure it meets stringent safety and quality standards, giving you confidence in your purchase.

Conclusion

Investing in an electric underfloor heating system from LETO is an excellent decision for anyone seeking to create a warm, comfortable, and safe environment. Our innovative heating solutions not only improve the quality of life in your home or office but also prioritize safety, making them ideal for families with young children.

Explore our range of electric underfloor heating systems today and discover how LETO can help you achieve the perfect balance of comfort, efficiency, and safety in your living or working space. Your comfort is our mission, and we look forward to helping you create the ideal environment for relaxation and productivity!