Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 70

YOONGI POV 🖤

"Yeobo, have you seen Yoongi—" My mother’s voice echoed through the room as she stepped in. She froze mid-sentence when she saw me in my father’s arms. Her eyes softened, widening with disbelief.

It had been over 20 years since I’d even looked at him kindly, let alone hugged him. Yet here I was, holding onto him as if all those years of pain and anger had dissolved.

"Yoongi… you’re... hugging your dad?"

She walked closer, her hand reaching out to pat my head gently, fingers caressing my cheek in that familiar, comforting way only a mother could. I could feel her touch trembling with emotion.

"You don’t know, son," she whispered, her voice thick with the weight of years of worry and hope, "how much I’ve prayed for this… for you and your father to heal. And now, finally… finally, it’s happened."

Her words washed over me, deepening the ache in my chest, but this time, it wasn’t from anger. It was from relief. A relief I didn’t realize I needed. My tears kept falling, but they weren’t bitter anymore. They were tears of release, of the long-held burden lifting off my shoulders.

We stood there, the three of us, a family—something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in what seemed like a lifetime.

“Aunty, did you find Yoongi hyung—” Jungkook’s voice trailed off as he entered the room, his eyes widening when he saw the emotional family hug.

He froze mid-step, clearly caught off guard by the rare, tender moment unfolding before him. As he stopped in his tracks, Jimin, who was walking behind him, bumped into his back with an annoyed grunt.

"Yah, why did you stop in the middle of the way? You think this is your property?" Jimin grumbled, giving Jungkook a side-eye.

Jungkook smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh ho! You think it’s your property, Jimin-shi?"

Jimin clicked his tongue. "You don’t talk much, Jungkook, huh? No manners to talk to your elders properly."

Jungkook feigned confusion, looking around the room with exaggerated gestures, as if searching for someone. "Elders? Where? Who’s older here? I don’t see anyone."

Jimin crossed his arms, clearly preparing to scold Jungkook for his disrespectful tone. But before he could, Jungkook grinned and pointed down to Jimin, mockingly measuring their height difference.

"Oh, here you are. My bad, I didn’t realize you were elder shorty"

Jimin’s jaw dropped as he glared at Jungkook, puffing his chest out. "Yah! Short? Who’s short? You brat, I’m perfectly average height!"

Jungkook snickered. "Sure, hyung, keep telling yourself that. Must be nice to live in that fantasy."

Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. "And it must be nice to be a giant with zero respect."

As the playful banter continued, a soft chuckle escaped from Yoongi’s father, breaking the emotional tension in the room. His mother, who had been wiping her own tears, smiled warmly, shaking her head at the two boys’ antics.

"Those two," she murmured, glancing at Yoongi. "They never fail to lighten the mood."

Yoongi, still wiping away his own tears, looked at Jungkook and Jimin, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile despite everything.

Jimin, realizing he’d gotten a chuckle from the Min family, raised an eyebrow at Jungkook. "See? At least I know how to cheer up a room. Unlike someone who just stands there causing traffic."