who am i?

Chapitre 7

The morning started slowly, with everyone gradually waking up after our late night together. We were a tangle of blankets and pillows on Taehyung's bedroom floor, resembling kids after a sleepover.

Someone finally managed to prod Jungkook awake—he was the hardest to rouse—while Jin dragged himself up, yawning as he muttered about making breakfast.

Protests filled the air as we left the warmth of Taehyung's room, stumbling downstairs as a sleepy, united group.

As we neared the kitchen, I noticed voices from down the hall. Curious, I glanced over to see J-Hope dragging a struggling man toward Namjoon's office. For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the man's face, and something in me froze as J-Hope shoved him inside, the door closing with a heavy thud.

Once in the kitchen, Jin took control of the stove, making pancakes and eggs like he always did, while Taehyung and Jimin set the table. Jungkook slipped a handful of chocolate chips into the pancake batter, despite Jin's protests. I found myself lingering by the window, mind wandering back to the man I'd seen earlier.

The chatter around the table filled the room as we finally sat down to eat. Taehyung was excitedly discussing ideas for a vacation—trips to the coast or the mountains, which prompted Jin to worry about bringing enough food. Jungkook wanted an arcade day, maybe a movie night, and Jimin suggested a picnic.

As their voices overlapped, the image of that man from earlier remained in my mind, gnawing at me.

"Yoongi?" Taehyung's voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up, realizing everyone was staring at me with concern.

"Oh, yeah, sounds good," I mumbled, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. But then, a faint headache pulsed, and everything blurred. Before I could steady myself, darkness overtook me.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in one of the mansion's bedrooms, my friends surrounding me with worried expressions. A doctor was there, checking my pulse and vitals, his calm demeanor reassuring me that whatever happened wasn't too serious.

"You fainted," he said kindly. "Most likely from stress and exhaustion. Just take it easy for a bit."I nodded, feeling the weight of the fatigue settle in. My friends stayed by my side, refusing to leave until I was comfortable. But as I looked around at them, the urge to speak up became overwhelming.

Clearing my throat, I finally voiced the thought that had haunted me all morning. "The man J-Hope brought in... I think he's my father." My voice was barely a whisper, but I saw the surprise flicker in their eyes. "I don't remember everything about him, but... pieces are coming back. His face, his voice... the things he used to say."

Silence filled the room as Namjoon stepped forward, his face serious. "Yoongi, there's something you should know. We didn't bring it up before because we wanted to protect you, but we've been aware of Min Kyungsoo. The reason he was brought here... we've been investigating him, especially after learning about you."

I stared, struggling to process his words.

Namjoon continued gently, "Kyungsoo wasn't just absent—he was... abusive. He blamed you because he discovered you weren't his biological son. Your mother had an affair, and when he found out, he started resenting you for it. He even tried selling you once to settle his debts, but then backed out."

Namjoon's words brought memories rushing back—sharp, painful moments I'd kept buried for so long. I remembered the coldness in Kyungsoo's eyes, the harsh words, the constant rejection. And my mother's distant gaze as she avoided looking at me.

"I... I didn't know," I whispered, my voice cracking. The weight of everything hit me like a wave. "He hated me because I wasn't his son..."

Namjoon placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Yoongi, you don't have to bear this alone. Whatever you've been through, we're here. You have a family now."

Looking around, I saw the unwavering support in their eyes. Jungkook took my hand, his voice firm. "You're one of us, yooni. Blood doesn't matter. You're family."

Something broke inside me, something I'd kept hidden for years. The loneliness, the survival instincts—all of it melted away in that moment.

Namjoon's hand on my shoulder squeezed gently. "There was a time when we expected another 'member' to join us through Kyungsoo, but he backed out. Still, I think it was meant to be—because now, you're here with us."

I managed a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," I murmured, emotions catching in my throat.

Sensing the tension, Taehyung brightened, clapping his hands. "Alright, no more heavy stuff. Everyone's crashing in my room tonight. No arguments!"

We all laughed, and the room relaxed. Later, as we piled onto Taehyung's oversized bed, I felt a strange but comforting sense of belonging. This—this was my family. For the first time, I could let my guard down and truly be at peace, finally home.

No one will hurt me again as long as I'm here. In my safe place. My home.