Merciless Affection

Missing

POV

The day quickly started to fade into darkness as  the night proceeded but there was something amiss and odd.  today Yoongi's father wasn't home yet His father was always punctual, a man who valued routine and order above all else.

A knot of unease tightened in Yoongi's stomach as the clock ticked past eight, then nine. The empty space at the dinner table where his father usually sat felt like a gaping hole, an unsettling disruption to their familiar rhythm.

Yoongi watched from the window as dusk deepened into night,

His mother had prepared his favorite meal  honey-glazed chicken with roasted vegetables  but even its comforting aroma couldn't quell the growing anxiety that gnawed at him.

She hadn't mentioned anything about his father's absence, her usual composure replaced by a strained silence that spoke volumes. She kept glancing nervously at the  phone located in the middle of their TV lounge , her brow furrowed in worry she dialled the same number over and over again without finding any answers.

Yoongi, too young to fully grasp the implications of his father's absence, clung to a fragile hope that everything was alright. Perhaps he had been called away for an emergency at work? Maybe there was a traffic accident delaying him?

But as the minutes stretched into hours and still no sign of his father appeared, fear began to creep in like a cold fog.

He remembered his mother's hushed conversations with her sister on the phone whispers about "problems" and "unforeseen circumstances."

He knew enough not to pry, but their veiled words fueled his growing unease.

The house felt unusually quiet now, devoid of its usual comforting hum.

The silence amplified every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside their window, turning them into ominous harbingers of something unknown and unsettling.

Yoongi went to his room, seeking solace in the familiar comfort of his books. But even the most captivating stories couldn't distract him from the gnawing worry that had taken root in his heart. He lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling and counting sheep that refused to sleep. The absence of his father cast a long shadow over their home, leaving Yoongi feeling lost and vulnerable in a world suddenly turned uncertain.

Soon Yoongi's mother was by his side as always she did And Yoongi lay nestled against his mother, her familiar scent of lavender and vanilla a fragile anchor in the storm of worry that raged within him. She hadn't tried to hide her distress this time the tremor in her hand as she clutched his phone was unmistakable, even through the thin cotton of his pajamas.

Her voice was strained, each unanswered ring echoing with growing desperation. Hello? A***** ? It's me... , please answer..." Her pleas hung heavy in the air, punctuated by choked sobs that threatened to shatter Yoongi's already fragile composure. He squeezed her hand tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort amidst their shared fear.

His mother pulled him closer,burying her face in his hair as if seeking solace from him instead of offering it.

The warmth radiating from her body felt like a lifeline against the encroaching chill that had settled over their home.

He stroked her back gently,* murmuring words of reassurance he barely believed himself.

"It's okay, Mom," he whispered, his voice small and uncertain.

"He'll be home soon." But even as he spoke the words, a sliver of doubt gnawed at him.

The silence from the other end of the line was deafening, each unanswered ring chipping away at his fragile hope.

Yoongi felt helpless too young to understand what could have possibly happened to his father but old enough to sense that something was terribly wrong. He clung tighter to his mother, seeking refuge in her warmth and familiar scent as she continued calling, her desperate pleas echoing through the silent house like a mournful lament.

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