I will sue you Min Yoongi.

D-Day

Chapter 8: The Weight of Memories

As Yuri stood in the crowd at the SUGA DDAY concert, she let herself become lost in the energy of the moment. The air buzzed with excitement, the rhythm of the music thrumming through her chest as she cheered for the vibrant figures on stage. She watched as her bias, Min Yoongi, interacted with fans, his expressions exuding both confidence and warmth. It was everything she'd missed during the tumultuous years that had dragged her away from the comfort of her old life.

Yet, despite the joyous atmosphere, a dark undercurrent pooled in her thoughts. Regrets clawed at her skin, whispering reminders of the decisions she had made to distance herself from the chaos. Leaving Korea felt like a necessary escape, but it also meant leaving behind the memories-the good, the bad, and the overwhelmingly painful.

As she swayed to the music, Yuri's mind drifted back five years to the day that shattered her existence. It was meant to be the happiest day of her life, one marked by the love and joy of a wedding. Instead, it became the day she received the heart-wrenching news of her parents' tragic car accident. The moment she had been waiting for turned into a storm of panic, despair, and ultimately, helplessness. She remembered standing there in the white satin gown-so pristine, so fragile-before running away, her heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst.

Yuri's family had never been just any family; they were pillars in the mining industry, their company consistently ranked among the top five in South Korea. But with the death of her parents, the legacy she thought would continue had begun to crumble. She could still hear the way her voice shook as she tried to grasp the reality during their funeral arrangements. Every detail was overwhelming-the casket, the flowers, the visitors whispering their condolences, but it was the knowledge that her parents were gone forever that truly crushed her.

To compound her heartbreak, she had overheard a conversation that day-a conversation she wished she could unhear. As she was dressed in mourning, she heard her soon-to-be mother-in-law and her ex-fiancé speaking about her. Their words were venomous, cutting through the fog of her grief. "She has no interest in the company," the mother sneered. "We can't let her marry into our family now. She'll distract him from his duties."

That was the moment her reality shifted from dark to abyssal. It was no longer just about grief; it was a battle for her parents' legacy. The figures on the boardroom floor were her uncle and the Hannim Mining Company-her ex-fiancé's family-both vying for control. With her parents gone and her heart heavy, Yuri made the painful choice to sell her shares to her uncle, whom she trusted implicitly. She needed to protect her parents' name, even if it meant sacrificing her own position in the family business.

Once the dust settled, instead of staying and facing the aftermath of her life and the daunting prospect of a life without her parents, she sought solace away from the memories that haunted her. Her decision to leave was spurred by a wild need for freedom-freedom from expectations, regret, and heartache.

The loud cheers and music pulled her back to the present. Despite feeling like a stranger in the world she once knew, she found herself smiling as Yoongi's voice filled the venue, "A to the G to the U to the STD!" The crowd erupted, and Yuri's heart swelled with an acknowledgment of his lyrics. If only she could bottle this euphoric moment, carry it with her against the pain that had almost consumed her.

As the concert unfolded, she watched the confident manner in which Yoongi moved. There was something magnetic about him-how he made the audience feel every word he sang, like he was sharing a private moment just for them. For a brief, euphoric escape, Yuri allowed herself to forget the burdens of her past. However, each note echoed the fragility of life. This concert was a reminder that happiness rarely came without sorrow, and her heart ached for the uneasy balance she had to navigate.

As the final song played, Yiuri stood among thousands of adoring fans, feeling a rare sense of connection overshadowing her loneliness. The cheers mingled with her memories, crafting a bittersweet symphony inside her heart. After what felt like an eternity, the lights dimmed, and the members began to bow and wave their goodbyes.

Lost in thought, Yuri lingered even as the crowd dispersed, her heart still pulsing with the afterglow of the concert. This dash of joy, however fleeting, was laced with the memories of the painful past she was trying to escape.

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice interrupted her reverie.

Yuri turned, finding herself face-to-face with a tall figure, someone familiar yet almost a stranger. It was a security guard, keeping watch over the area. His sharp eyes softened when he recognized her as one of the fans.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern illuminating his features.

"I'm fine... just a bit overwhelmed," she admitted, forcing a smile. "The concert was... everything I needed."

"Find your friends? The concert's ending," he urged, scanning the area.

Yuri shook her head lightly. "I came alone, just to enjoy the music. Thank you for checking on me."

The guard regarded her with a hint of curiosity. "Are you visiting? Or...?" His voice trailed off.

"Just passing through," Yuri replied, feeling the weight of her words. She was in a stage of transition, it was a part of her redefinition.

"Enjoy your travels then, it's great to experience new places! Concerts like this can be a good distraction," he encouraged, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, they can be," she said, her mind traveling back to the stage where she had seen her bias. They had all sung their hearts out and, for one night, created magic in an otherwise dark world.

As she stepped away, continuing to reflect on the concert and its significance in her life, she felt a tug of nostalgia mixed with a strange possibility for the future. There was still hope, she realized, dim yet persistent that perhaps she could find happiness again, piece herself back together, and embrace the future with open arms.

But first, she had to let go of the past.

As she walked away from the venue with the multitude, her heart heavy but somehow lighter, she thought of her encounter with Yoongi and that fateful night by the Han River. The universe had an uncanny way of weaving lives together, and maybe, just maybe, hers was still evolving toward something filled with even more unexpected potential.

With this newfound determination, Yuri knew that the road ahead would be long, but each step could lead her closer to healing, embracing her own identity beyond her traumas. As BTS sang about love, loss, and longing, she felt her spirit align once again with the beat of her heart-ready to find peace within herself and, perhaps, in the connections she shed.