who am i?

Chapitre 5

Life at the Kim mansion settled into a strange routine, and the nightmares, thankfully, began to lessen with Jungkook's nightly visits.

A part of me felt guilty seeing them go out of their way to make me feel safe, and the warmth it brought was... unfamiliar, almost overwhelming. I wasn't used to people caring like this.

Days became easier, and the Kims had grown into something more than friends. They were becoming a family I never had. They pulled me into their daily lives, making sure I joined every meal, laughed along with Jin's terrible jokes, listened to Taehyung's relentless banter, and endured Jungkook's constant need for adventure. Even Namjoon, who kept a protective wall around him, let his guard down, showing me a kind of brotherly concern that caught me off guard.

One evening, after dinner, Jin pulled me aside.

"Yoongi, would you come with me?" he asked, his tone unusually serious.

I followed him down a hallway I hadn't seen before, one lined with portraits and artifacts that seemed meaningful but were hard to understand without context. We stopped in front of a large, ornate door. "I want to show you something," he said, leading me inside.

The room was vast—a private library filled with books, documents, and old maps. At the center, a polished table held blueprints, lists, and territory maps that looked like pieces of a complex puzzle. I looked at Jin, realizing what I was seeing. This wasn't just a library; it was a headquarters—a planning room.

"I thought it was time you understood more about what we do," Jin said, his gaze firm but kind. "We're not just your average family, Yoongi."

I'd suspected the truth, but seeing it laid out in front of me made it all feel more real. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Because you're one of us now," he replied simply. "If you're going to live here, you should know what you're a part of."

Over the next few days, I found myself pulled deeper into their world. I began to understand why they were so guarded, why rumors about them spread so easily. They were mafia, yes, but seeing it up close, I saw there was more to it—they cared fiercely for their community, defending it with a loyalty and purpose that started to make sense.

In the midst of this, Jungkook continued my training, but now, it was serious. No more play-fighting; he wanted me to truly defend myself. I trained until my muscles ached, but each bruise, each hit, made me feel a little stronger. It was freeing to finally feel like I could stand up for myself.

One night, as I sat on a bench in the gym catching my breath, Jungkook came over and handed me a water bottle.

"You're getting better, hyung," he said, grinning. "At this rate, those idiots at school won't stand a chance."

I laughed, though the idea of actually fighting someone still made me nervous. "Thanks, kookie. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you."

He gave me a softer smile. "That's what family is for, right?"

The word hung between us, heavy and warm. Family. I hadn't let myself believe I could have something like that again, not after everything I'd been through. But here I was, with people who accepted every part of me, even the ones I tried to hide.

The days blended together—a mix of school, training, and finding my place in their world. Jin kept teaching me about their work, about the people who relied on them. I even caught Namjoon smirking once when I handled a tough situation calmly, like I was finally proving myself.

I stand at a window, looking out over the vast estate. I've come a long way from the wary, uncertain person I was when I first met them. And though questions still linger, one thing is certain—I'm home.