"I haven't told anyone the real story.
Not even him, her father."
BTS is set to tour South Korea, including one hotspot in particular.
Daegu.
Where Min Yoongi, a rapper of the group, left his past lover and something else he does not know about.
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Song of the chapter - Lights (BTS)
Kyomi lay sprawled across the worn couch in her small apartment, one leg curled beneath her and the other dangling lazily off the edge. Min-ches rested in her arms, nestled against her chest in a tiny, peaceful heap of warmth and breath. The baby's fingers twitched slightly, her mouth parted in sleep, and Kyomi instinctively adjusted the blanket draped over her.
The TV flickered with a muted documentary she wasn't really watching — something about the ocean. The soft blue tones reflected off the walls, painting the room in calm, shifting waves. Kyomi's eyes stayed on the screen, but her mind wandered. Not far. Just gently drifting. She traced her thumb along the curve of Min-ches's cheek and let herself breathe. No noise, no pressure, no demands. Just the quiet presence of her daughter and the heartbeat she could feel in her own chest, steady and alive.
A half-full mug of tea sat forgotten on the coffee table, long gone cold. Dishes from breakfast remained untouched in the sink, and the baby bag slouched near the front door — but none of it mattered. In that moment, time had folded in on itself, and the weight of everything outside these walls disappeared. Kyomi rested her head against the arm of the couch, closed her eyes, and simply existed. Just her, and the little life breathing softly in her arms.
Her phone pinged.
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The sharp ring of the doorbell shattered the quiet like a rock through glass. Kyomi jolted upright, her heart leaping into her throat as Min-ches stirred with a tiny grunt against her chest. In her rush, her elbow clipped the edge of the coffee table — sending the forgotten tea cup tumbling to the floor. A muted thud, followed by a slow spill of cold liquid seeping into the beige carpet.
"Damn it," she whispered under her breath, holding Min-ches close with one arm as she stood.
The doorbell rang again, more impatient this time.
