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

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The moment Yoongi saw Kyomi trapped beneath the wreckage, the rest of the world blurred out—there was only the woman he'd once loved, buried under chaos, blood soaking through her jeans, eyes wide with terror.

He stumbled forward first, slipping slightly on the debris-slick floor as he dropped to his knees beside her. "Kyomi," he breathed, his voice rough, almost broken. He reached out to cup her face, but hesitated, his hands filthy and trembling. "I'm here. We're here."

"Yoongi... it hurts," she whimpered, her voice thin. "I can't move it."

Jin and Namjoon were beside him within seconds, while the others instinctively spread out to survey the structure, shouting over the storm.

Jungkook cried out from the far end, "The rest of the roof's unstable—we don't have long!"

Namjoon crouched next to the beam pinning Kyomi's leg, inspecting it with grim precision. "It's crushed under the corner support. We can't lift it straight—Yoongi, Jin, we'll need to brace this side. Hoseok, see if you can find something sturdy—metal pipe, anything."

Yoongi leaned forward, his breath warm against Kyomi's chilled skin. "This is going to hurt, okay? But we'll get you out. Just—just hold on."

As the others scrambled, Kyomi looked down, where her leg was stuck beneath the weight. A cut showing through the bloody tear in her pants. Her head lolled back as she groaned, eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness.

"Don't you dare pass out," Yoongi whispered, voice sharp with fear. "Stay with me."

Jin returned, hands gripping a metal leg torn from one of the café's tables. He and Namjoon wedged it under the beam's edge while Hoseok braced the far side with another makeshift support. Jimin was holding a dishtowel they'd grabbed to press to her forehead, trying to soak the sweat and blood.

"On three," Namjoon barked, face set. "One... two... three!"

The beam shifted an inch—then another.

Kyomi screamed. A sound so guttural and visceral it cut through even the storm, the kind of scream that makes your own body seize in empathy.

Her leg flopped briefly as they freed it. The skin peeled where the bone had pushed through. Blood dripped like a burst pipe, staining Yoongi's arms, his clothes. She bucked, crying out until her voice cracked, and Yoongi grabbed her, cradling her into him as Jin and Hoseok worked fast to wrap her leg with torn fabric and apply pressure.

Yoongi whispered into her hair as she sobbed into his chest, "You're okay. I've got you. I've got you. I'm not letting go again."

And despite the storm still raging beyond the shattered windows, that was the only thing that felt real.

The café was no longer recognizable—once a quaint, cozy space filled with the aroma of espresso and the hum of friendly chatter, now reduced to a storm-torn carcass. Rain poured through the open sky where the ceiling had once been whole, hitting the broken tile and shattered wood with relentless violence. The wind howled like a siren in mourning, shaking the few beams still standing.

Yoongi's arms were tight around Kyomi, blood and rain mixing on their skin as he held her trembling body. She was semi-conscious, shivering not just from cold but from shock and pain. Her breathing came in broken gasps, whimpering with every breath.

"We have to get her out of here," Jin said, his voice rough as he tied the last knot around her thigh to slow the bleeding. "We don't even have anywhere near the tools to stabilize the fracture, and the tissue's already torn."