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

After the Storm |18|

Yoongi stood frozen just beyond the doorway, the hum of hospital machines and low murmur of distant footsteps swallowed by the weight of the moment. The sterile air felt suffocating. His gaze rested on Kyomi—pale, bruised, hair matted to her forehead with sweat—yet still somehow carrying that same quiet strength he remembered from years ago. But it was the baby in her mother's arms that refused to leave his mind. The little girl—Minches—who had stared out at him with wide, curious eyes, nestled into the shoulder of a woman who once watched him from the wings of packed stadiums.

Inside the room, Kyomi's breath hitched. She saw him still lingering, on the edge of leaving again. And she couldn't let that happen.

"Yoongi..." Her voice cracked from disuse and emotion. It wasn't loud, but it was enough.

He stiffened slightly at the sound. Something in him wanted to run—storm back down the hall, back to the safe familiarity of not knowing. But instead, he stepped in.

Kyomi's mother and Mineso exchanged a look. They both understood something fundamental was about to break open in that room—something sacred and raw. Without a word, her mother rose gently, lifting Minches with care, and walked past Yoongi. Mineso followed, only pausing to place a hand on Kyomi's shoulder, the silent support of a best friend.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Now it was just the two of them. Yoongi stood at the foot of the bed, hands in the pockets of his jacket like he was holding something together inside. His eyes dropped briefly to the bandage wrapping her thigh, then to the bruises crawling up her arm. Kyomi watched him—watched how tightly wound he was. How distant. How shaken.

She licked her lips, heart pounding. "You saw her... didn't you?"

Yoongi didn't respond immediately. He simply nodded, his face unreadable.

"That's Minches," she said, her voice quiet, almost like she was protecting the name itself. "She's mine."

Yoongi finally spoke. "She's yours?" The tremor in his voice wasn't anger—it was something more brittle, like confusion trying not to become panic. "Kyomi... is she—?"

There it was. The question. The truth that had hung between them for too long.

"Yes," she said. "She's yours too."

Silence thundered through the room.

Yoongi's face paled. His grip on his jacket tightened. "You... You had my child?" he whispered, barely able to get the words out. "And never told me?"

Kyomi's throat burned. "You left, Yoongi. You left without even knowing what you were walking away from."

"That's not fair," he snapped suddenly, and then seemed surprised by his own tone. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, pacing slightly like a caged man. "You don't know what I was dealing with back then. The band, the press, my own damn head..."

"You think I didn't know?" she said, tears rising despite herself. "You think I didn't watch you spiral, change, vanish from everything? But I was still there. I waited. I waited for something—anything—but you didn't come back. And I was pregnant."

Yoongi looked up, his eyes shining now. "Why didn't you tell me later? After she was born? Did you not think I had the right to know?"

"I was scared," she confessed, voice trembling. "I didn't know who you were anymore, and I had a tiny person to protect. I didn't know if the Yoongi I loved would even care."

Yoongi let that sink in. It was a brutal truth. And it cut deeper than he thought possible. He stepped closer now, hesitantly, until he was at the side of the bed.