RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 75: GONE

Jungkook swallowed hard before speaking.
"She's not responding."

Yoongi screamed.

He roared at the top of his lungs, destroying everything in his line of view

He'd just left the hospital after lying to a crying Yoonji, trying to convince her that Mejin was still receiving treatment.

Yoonji wasn’t dumb, she knew what had happened, she had seen it with her two naked eyes.

The truck hitting their car, her mother shielding her with her body, thus taking all the hit. There was blood everywhere with her mother's lifeless body wrapped protectively around her.

Yoongi had left the hospital to the mansion alone, leaving Hoseok and the rest to help console his sister.

He was in his study, every item previously neatly arranged now destroyed. Broken glasses were littered everywhere, and his bloody knuckles was enough to explain what happened to them.

She's gone!

She's fucking gone!

You killed her!

Yoongi couldn’t stop the voice in his head. He stumbled to the floor, loosing his balance, the broken glasses on the floor piercing painfully into his skin.

He barely registered the pain as shards of glass dug into his hands and knees, the sting a mere echo against the crushing weight of his grief. His mind was a whirlwind of images and happy memories they've lived together... now she was no more.

He clutched his head, pressing his palms against his temples as if he could force the tormenting thoughts out. But the more he tried, the louder the accusations grew.

You killed her!

This is your fault!

You couldn’t protect her!

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"...We're gathering here today to remember the life of our precious mother, sister and daughter..."

Hoseok could barely register all that was being said, swollen tear streaked eyes stuck at the sleek white casket, about to be lowered to the ground.

Yoonji was pressed beside him, quietly bawling her eyes out as she hid her face in his shoulder.

Despite all the obvious proofs, Hoseok didn't want to believe she was dead. The ceremony felt surreal, like a twisted nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. Mejin had always been a guiding light, her warmth and kindness something Hoseok had come to rely on, and now that light was gone, snuffed out far too soon.

turning his gaze to Yoongi, the alpha was as usual emotionless, looking like the dead himself. His stoic gaze fixed to the slowly descending casket, as clear as daylight. It's been a week now since Mejin's death, and not a single tear had dropped from his eyes, neither had he said a word.

Hoseok watched the alpha, feeling the weight of his silent grief pressing down on everyone around him. It was as if Yoongi was caught in a world of his own, unreachable and detached, locked behind a fortress of pain so thick even the people closest to him couldn’t break through. Yoongi’s eyes were empty, staring at the casket with a cold, unyielding resolve that made Hoseok’s heart clench. The pain was there, buried beneath the surface, but Yoongi refused to let it out, refused to show the weakness he so clearly felt.

As the final prayer was said and the casket settled into the earth, the mourners began to disperse, their murmured condolences and whispered regrets filling the heavy air. Hoseok gently pulled Yoonji closer, wrapping an arm around her as she continued to cry silently into his shoulder. She clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her anchored, and Hoseok held her tighter, his heart breaking for the young girl who had lost her mother and nearly her life in one fell swoop.

Yoongi, however, remained rooted to the spot, his eyes still fixed on the freshly dug grave, wounded and untreated knuckles clenched in a tight fist. Hoseok watched him from the sidelines, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do. Yoongi had always been a fortress—strong, impenetrable, impossible to read. But today, that fortress seemed to be crumbling, and Hoseok didn't know how to help pick up the pieces.

As the mourners began to disperse, offering quiet condolences to the family. Yoonji finally lifted her head, her tear-streaked face turned towards Yoongi. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she let go of Hoseok, her steps tentative as she approached her brother.

“Oppa...” Yoonji’s voice was soft, barely audible over the rustling leaves and the distant murmur of the crowd. Yoongi’s gaze flickered, and for the first time, his stoic mask cracked, his eyes meeting Yoonji’s with a pain so raw it was almost unbearable to witness.

Yoongi reached out, pulling Yoonji into his arms, his grip tight and desperate as if she were the only anchor keeping him from drowning. Hoseok watched them, his heart aching at the sight.

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A sixteen year old Yoongi stood beside his eight year old little sister, hands behind their back, heads bowed down in shame as their mother scolded them.

They'd caused another trouble in school again, earning them a week suspension.

Apparently, yoonji had complained to Yoongi about a kid in a senior class above her's who wouldn’t stop picking at her. After numerous warnings, it looked like the boy wouldn't listen, so they'd both ganged up against him, putting itching beans in his sport wear and exchanging his ketchup with hot source. Yoongi had brought up the idea and yoonji had carried it out.

Although, their plan worked, she was caught, obviously, and Yoongi not wanting his straight A sister to get punished had turned himself in.

Now their victim's parents didn't take their game likely and wanted them punished, thus earning their suspension.

Mejin wasn’t at all pleased with them, disappointment etched in her expression as she scolded them.

Yoongi, feeling a light tug by his side turned to the source to see Yoonji giving him a funny grin, not at all feeling remorseful for what she had done.

He held back a laugh, his lips twitching slightly as he tried to maintain the serious expression their mother expected of them. Yoonji's mischievous grin was contagious, a spark of defiance and pride in her eyes that Yoongi couldn't help but admire. She wasn’t sorry for standing up for herself, even if it had landed them in trouble, and Yoongi felt a swell of pride in his chest for his sister.

Mejin caught the exchange between them, signing after. "Are you both serious?! Yoongi you're the older one,You have to set an example for your sister. This isn’t how we solve our problems, do you understand?”

"I'm sorry mom." Yoongi mumbled, his lips in a thin line, head still faced down.

"And I want you both to apologize to that kid once you resume school. Okay?"

"But mom-..." Yoonji was about to protest.

"No buts..." Mejin said sternly, cutting her short.

The memory faded, dissolving into the present as Yoongi stood in front of Mejin’s grave, the weight of her words echoing in his mind. You have each other, and you have me. But now, she was gone, and the family they’d built felt fractured, incomplete.

Yoongi tightened his grip around Yoonji, his mind racing with the memories of all the times Mejin had been there for them, guiding them with her wisdom and love. He had always thought of himself as strong, as the one who could handle anything life threw at him. But now, without his mother, he felt lost, adrift in a sea of emotions he didn’t know how to navigate.

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