Brother || BTS ff

Epilogue

Yoongi and Yoona entered their flat in a peaceful silence which none of them broke. His hand firmly grasped hers as he led her to her bedroom and layed her down. After covering her gently with a blanket, he turned around to leave, only to be held back.

Yoona hadn't left his hand go.

He turned around, slightly baffled.

"Can you please sleep here?" Yoona croaked, voice slightly breaking towards the end of the sentence.

"S-sure" Yoongi mumbled, tucking himself under the sheets and hugging his sister tightly. She didn't push him away.

It felt like a dream, cuddling his little sister to sleep for the first time in about sixteen years ever since he lost her. The walls she had put up against him had broken him totally, and now, he felt like those walls were coming down. Deep down he knew that she just needed someone to fill in the gap Jungkook left empty, but he didn't mind.

After what he'd gone through, he was even ready to accept the cuddle which was meant for Jungkook.

As he heard Yoona's soft snores muffled by the fabric covering his chest, he smiled.

"Anything for you, my dear sister" he whispered, putting his hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs, as vivid flashes of memories flashed through his head.

The moment when little him woke up covered in blood, with his two dead parents in the totally crashed car and his two year old sister peacefully sleeping beside him as if nothing had happened.

Waking up in the hospital after a painful operation only to be told that his little sister had been adopted.

Being put to sleep after he repeatedly demanded to be taken to his sister and see her.

Getting beaten up daily at the orphanage he was sent at.

Numerous couples coming to see him and no one taking him home.

Turning eighteen years old in that orphanage and being kicked out that very day.

Having to survive in this tough world and fighting to make his dream of pursuing music come true.

Watching as the producer spot he had deserved to get was given to the nephew of a famous politician.

Giving up on becoming a producer and becoming a rap professor in university instead.

Repeatedly searching for his lost sister for years and never getting even an answer about her whereabouts.

And he was ready to forget it all as he had won now.

His sister was in his arms now.

6 years later

Yoona dangled her feet as she sat at the edge of the rooftop of the 40-story building of her company. She took out a lighter and lit up the cigarette in her hands, immediately putting it in her mouth.

Ironic, isn't it?

Just six years ago, she'd call that thing a cancer stick and nag at her brother to not smoke it and here she was now, sneaking past the staff which was probably looking for her now to have a smoke by the rooftop of her company.

Upon hearing the door of the rooftop open, Yoona immediately hid her cigarette under her dangling legs and turned around, releasing a sigh of relief upon seeing that the one intruding her privacy was none other than Namjoon. Swiftly, she took out the cigarette again and put it on her lips and turned around to look at the scenery before her. It was night and the whole city of Seoul was lit up in bright lights. Watching them, Yoona felt as if a million of fireflies were laying right in front of her.