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

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Mineso hurried through the debris-strewn streets, her heart pounding with worry and urgency. In her rush to reach the hospital, she instinctively gathered Kyomi's mother and little Minches into the backseat of her car—without fully registering she was doing it. The soft coos from Minches and her mother's calm presence were like an anchor in the chaos surrounding them, yet Mineso's mind was focused entirely on reaching Kyomi.

As they sped through the city, the rain still falling in sporadic drizzles, Mineso stole quick glances in the rearview mirror at Minches nestled in her mother's arms. Despite the storm that had wreaked havoc just hours before, this small, fragile moment was a stark reminder of what they were fighting to protect. Her thoughts raced with plans—how to get Kyomi the care she needed, how to keep Minches safe, and how to navigate the unknowns ahead. The car's engine hummed steadily beneath her as she pressed forward, driven by fierce determination and the hope that Kyomi would pull through.

Mineso's car slipped to a stop outside the gleaming hospital entrance, rain still misting the air and pooling on the ground from the night's storm. Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuckled her seatbelt, heart hammering with a mix of dread and hope. Beside her, Kyomi's mother gently cradled Minches, the baby swaddled in a soft pink blanket, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling with fragile breaths. Mineso's eyes flicked between them — the fragile bundle of life and the worn, pale face of the woman who had raised Kyomi. Neither spoke; the weight of the unknown hung heavy in the air.

Inside the hospital lobby, the harsh fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the white-tiled floors and the quiet murmurs of staff and visitors. Mineso's footsteps echoed as she approached the front desk, trying to keep steady despite the cold knot twisting in her stomach. Her voice was calm but urgent, "I'm Mineso — I'm Kyomi's best friend. I need to know where she is. Please." The nurse glanced up, eyes softening as she scanned her computer screen. "Room 214, Trauma Care, second floor. She's stable for now, but critical. We've been monitoring her closely since last night."

Mineso nodded, swallowing hard. She glanced over to Kyomi's mother, who was softly humming a lullaby to Minches, the gentle rocking movement a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The mother's lips trembled, a sheen of unshed tears glistening in her eyes as she softly whispered, "We'll get her through this." Mineso's throat tightened. The baby stirred in her arms, a tiny sigh breaking the silence, grounding them in this fragile moment of hope.

As they turned to head toward the elevators, a quiet presence made Mineso pause. Nearby, the BTS members stood huddled in a loose group — Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, and the others — their faces etched with exhaustion and concern. None of them spoke, but the tension was palpable. Their eyes flickered toward Minches, who was still nestled in Kyomi's mother's arms. Yoongi's gaze lingered the longest, a mixture of guilt, protectiveness, and something unspoken flickering across his features. He didn't utter a word — there was no need. The others exchanged looks, silently agreeing to give Mineso and Kyomi's family the space they needed.

Without any fanfare, the members stepped back, their movements subdued and respectful. The buzzing of the hospital faded into the background as Mineso, Kyomi's mother, and Minches moved toward the elevator, their footsteps heavy but determined. The air between them was thick with unspoken fears and fragile hopes — but finally, they were together, and for now, that was all that mattered.

Outside the softly lit hospital room, the BTS members lingered just beyond the doorframe, their presence a silent, respectful barrier between the world and the fragile reunion unfolding inside. The dim corridor amplified the quiet, punctuated only by the muffled sounds of voices and gentle movement from within. Yoongi stood closest to the door, his hands clenched loosely at his sides, eyes fixed on the faint outlines of those inside. There was a tension in his shoulders, a quiet storm beneath the surface as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.