Everyone belongs with their own. | Min Yoongi FF (Being updated)

Craved Presence |9|

Songs of the chapter - Keeping Your Head Up (Birdy) and White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

-Meanwhile the concert is finishing-

The low thrum of distant bass still pulsed faintly through the walls as Mineso carefully helped Kyomi into her coat. The medic room was quiet now, a small sanctuary sealed off from the euphoria roaring just outside its doors. The nurses had cleared her to leave minutes ago, advising her to rest and drink water, but Kyomi moved like her limbs were underwater — slow, heavy, as if gravity had doubled just for her.

"I can walk," Kyomi whispered, though her voice was faint and her steps unsteady. Mineso still kept an arm around her waist, more for comfort than necessity. The hall beyond the medic room was dim, most of the crew busy with end-of-show tasks or clearing routes for the soon-to-flood exits. They were ahead of the crowds, just as Mineso had planned.

Kyomi's mind swam in fragments. A bright light. The burn of embarrassment. Then... voices? Some urgent, others gentle — but all blurred into a haze of noise she couldn't quite make sense of. She tried to recall anything clearly, but everything after she'd stood up in the concert hall collapsed into fog. There was one thing, though... a sound. A name maybe? Or just a murmur of something important. It scraped at the edge of her awareness but never formed.

"Did I scare you?" she asked softly, glancing sideways at Mineso as they walked down the staff corridor, heading toward the back exit.

Mineso gave a sad smile, adjusting the tote bag slung over her shoulder. "You always have to keep life dramatic, don't you?" she teased gently, squeezing Kyomi's hand. But behind her voice was worry — a quiet weight that hadn't lifted since she saw her best friend collapse. "No more surprises like that, though. Seriously. My heart can't take it."

Kyomi smiled faintly, the corners of her lips trembling. "I'm sorry," she murmured, though she wasn't sure what for — for scaring her, for forgetting something, for this endless ache in her chest that she couldn't name. As they stepped through the rear exit into the cool, post-rain air, she leaned into Mineso more heavily.

Behind them, muffled cheers shook the arena as the final song soared toward its crescendo.

Inside, the crowd roared.

Outside, Kyomi simply blinked up at the sky, unaware that the person who once shattered her world had knelt beside her just minutes ago... and that her past was no longer content to remain buried.

-Band's point of view-

The stage had long gone dark, the final notes echoing into silence before being swallowed by the deafening applause of tens of thousands of voices. But now, backstage, it was eerily quiet — the kind of quiet that follows total exhaustion. Members peeled off sweat-soaked shirts, gulped down bottles of water, leaned against the cool walls of the dressing room with distant eyes and aching limbs.

Yoongi wasn't among them.

He was still moving, restless, his adrenaline refusing to settle. As soon as they had bowed and the lights had cut, he had left — almost running — back through the winding halls of the venue, searching for the room he had been ripped away from. That single moment with Kyomi hadn't been enough. He hadn't heard her voice. Hadn't seen her open her eyes. He needed more. Needed confirmation that she was real — that it hadn't been some cruel dream formed in the heat of lights and emotion.

He found a younger staff member walking briskly toward storage and reached out to stop him. "Excuse me," Yoongi said, trying to keep the urgency from breaking his voice. "There was a girl in the medic room earlier. Do you know if she's still here?"