WHISPERED PROMISE || MIN YOONGI X OC

THE FEAR

Days bled into weeks, the unspoken tension between Alia and Yoongi an unwelcome guest at their meals. Alia longed to reach out, to understand the darkness that clouded his eyes whenever their conversation touched upon that fateful night. But she held back, respecting the unspoken boundaries he'd erected.

One evening, as Mrs. Kim reminisced about a childhood trip, Alia noticed a flicker of sadness in the older woman's eyes as her gaze settled on Yoongi. A sudden urge to know more about him, to bridge the gap that separated them, welled up within Alia.

Taking a deep breath, she finally asked the question that had been burning a hole in her mind. "Mrs.kim.."she began hesitantly, "Yoongi... he never talks about his family."

Mrs. Kim's smile faltered for a brief moment, then returned, a touch strained. "Oh, it's a sad story, child," she said, her voice soft. "He lost his parents when he was just ten. A terrible accident."

Alia's heart lurched. ten. An age far too young to bear such a loss. She could see the echo of that pain in Yoongi's guarded demeanor... She can relate to his pain.. Even if he never speaks about it.. She can now clearly see it.

"He must have been devastated," Alia whispered, her voice filled with sympathy.

Mrs. Kim nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He was," she said. "But I was there for him. We took care of each other." Her gaze softened as she looked at Yoongi, who was engrossed in a call, oblivious to their conversation. "He's like a son to me, and I like a mother to him."she said with a soft smile.

A wave of warmth washed over Alia. Knowing that Yoongi had someone who loved him unconditionally, who had been his anchor during his darkest hour, brought her a strange sense of comfort.

Later, as Alia helped Mrs. Kim clear the table, she couldn't help but ask the question that had been nagging at her. "Yoongi's job... how come he has such a big house and guards if he works at..." she trailed off, unsure how to phrase her question delicately.She can't tell her the truth..

Mrs. Kim hesitated, her smile a touch brittle this time. "Oh, his parents were... well, they were very successful," she said vaguely. "They left him well taken care of."

Alia nodded, but a flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. There was something about Mrs. Kim's explanation that didn't quite ring true. Yet, she decided to trust the older woman, at least for now.

Yoongi's life was shrouded in secrets, and until he chose to share them, she would have to respect his boundaries.

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The same day:

Alia fingered the worn photograph, the image of her smiling parents a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. For weeks, the desire for justice had gnawed at her, a constant ache she couldn't ignore. But fear kept her from voicing her deepest wish. Could she trust Yoongi, a man shrouded in secrets, with such a delicate request?

Later that evening, as they sat in comfortable silence, Alia decided to take the plunge. "Yoongi," she began, her voice barely a whisper.she was hesitate and mostly afraid.. But she decided to trust yoongi.

He looked up from his laptop, his dark eyes searching hers. Alia's heart pounded, the weight of her next words threatening to suffocate her.

"There's something I have been meaning to ask you.."she managed, forcing the words out.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation for her to continue. Taking a deep breath, Alia plunged into the painful past.

"My parents," she started, her voice trembling, "they... they were murdered a few years ago."