I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

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Y/N POV

freshing up, I faced the aftermath of a storm in our room—soju bottles scattered like remnants of an emotional tempest, packets strewn across the floor, and the poignant debris of a shattered flower vase. It wasn't just a physical mess; it mirrored the tumultuous state we found ourselves in, a silent plea for restoration.

Descending to the kitchen, a disheartening scene awaited me—the table veiled in a thick layer of dust, an eerie testament to the neglect that had settled in during my absence. Each particle spoke of the days left unattended, a visual echo of the toll our recent struggles had taken on them. The simple act of sharing a meal seemed a distant memory, and a glass of water failed to wash away the lingering heaviness in my heart.

Returning to our room, I lay on the bed, the fragility of our relationship weighing on my mind. The exhaustion of recent events enveloped me as I contemplated the unfolding drama. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room, creating an ambiance that felt both comforting and uncertain.

With Namjoon oppa absent, I embarked on a search that led me through the rooms, the deserted kitchen, and eventually to the garden. The quietude of the space accentuated the delicate beauty of spring, with leaves gently falling like memories—each one a testament to the intricacies of connection, both flourishing and withering.

Seated on a bench, I found solace in the garden's tranquility. The fragility of our relationship echoed the delicate dance of falling leaves, and my thoughts meandered through the tapestry of connection that bound us. Imperfect but familiar, our relationship crumbled like the leaves beneath my feet. There was no room for hatred, only the lingering ache of hurt and an overwhelming sense of guilt for Taehyung's accident.

The ethereal voice of my sister-in-law broke the silence, offering a reassurance that defied explanation. Startled, I turned, seeking her spectral presence. "It wasn't your fault," her words hung in the air, a comforting whisper that touched the depths of my troubled soul.

Intrigued, I called out to her, my voice reaching into the unseen, "Where are you?" Silence prevailed, yet an unspoken connection lingered. "Can we speak?" I ventured, sensing her ethereal presence. No audible reply reached my ears, but an undeniable certainty enveloped me—I was not alone.

Her house, her sanctuary, and her domain—I acknowledged her connection to this place, a tether to a life lived. "Minju, I know you're listening. Hear me out, answer my questions," I implored, initiating a dialogue with the spectral presence that traversed the realms between the living and the departed.

"Have they been well when I'm not around?" My words echoed in the quiet garden, a plea for insights from the unseen presence of my sister-in-law, as reality and the ethereal danced in the delicate balance of existence.

A gentle breeze stirred the air as Minju's response resonated, her words carrying the weight of a connection that surpassed the boundaries of the living and the departed. "They weren't as bad as when I  and my mother passed away, but they weren't the same people you spent months with," she conveyed, a nuanced insight into the shifts that had marked their collective well-being. "The only constant semblance of normalcy was Yoongi, constantly taking care of Taehyung. Yun and Mina must have loved you, Y/N. They were asking for you constantly."

Her words stirred a mixture of emotions within me—compassion for the family I had become an integral part of, and a profound sense of loss for the departed members who still echoed in the corridors of their memories. The acknowledgment of Yoongi's unwavering support tugged at my heart, highlighting the silent sacrifices made to navigate the tumultuous aftermath of tragedy.

As Minju alluded to the longing of Yun and Mina for my presence, I couldn't help but feel a renewed responsibility—an unspoken commitment to be the anchor that bridged the gap between their past and the uncertain present. The garden, a witness to our shared dialogue, became a space where the complexities of family dynamics and the enduring bonds between realms unfolded, setting the stage for the revelations yet to come.