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

Breathe |19|

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The hospital room was quiet again. Machines softly hummed beside Kyomi's bed, a rhythm she'd grown used to over the last twenty-four hours. The light outside had finally shifted from the heavy gray of the storm into a soft, diluted glow. Daylight, cautious but steady.

Yoongi hadn't left.

He was still there—this time, not at the door, not across the room. He was closer now. Sitting in the armchair that had been dragged nearer to her bedside. His elbows rested on his knees, hands loosely clasped, head tilted forward in thought. He had barely said a word since Mineso and her mother had stepped out. But there was something new in the air now: not tension, but a stillness, like two people quietly stitching pieces of themselves back together.

Kyomi broke the silence first, voice soft and a little hoarse from the earlier tears. "You haven't asked anything."

Yoongi looked up, eyes dark but calm. "I'm trying to understand it before I ask the wrong thing."

There was something impossibly fragile in the way he said it. Not anger. Not confusion, even. Just the quiet ache of someone turning over a memory that didn't match what he thought it was.

"I didn't keep her from you to hurt you," she whispered, eyes welling again. "I promise. I didn't even know how to say it when I found out. And then... time just kept moving. It got harder. And scarier."

Yoongi nodded slowly. "I believe you."

Three words, but they unraveled something heavy in Kyomi's chest. She didn't know she needed to hear them until they were already floating in the air between them.

"She's got your eyes," he said next, voice even quieter. "But her expressions... they're yours."

That made Kyomi let out a shaky laugh. "I didn't expect you to say that."

Yoongi's lips lifted into a faint smile. "Didn't expect to see her at all. Didn't expect any of this." He paused, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "But now that I have—what am I supposed to do? Walk away?"

She didn't answer right away. The weight of that question settled deep into the bed beside her. "You don't have to know right now," she finally said. "You're still allowed to breathe first."

"But I want to be around," he replied. "I missed five months, Kyomi. I'm not missing more."

That name on his lips hit her harder than she expected. Hearing it from him, the way he said it—so serious, so full of something she hadn't dared to name yet—brought her close to tears again. She reached out, hesitantly. Yoongi took her hand before she could change her mind.

They sat like that, her fingers curled into his, sharing the quiet. There were still mountains to climb between them—questions, decisions, emotions too big to name yet—but in that moment, they had one thing.

Peace.

The corridor outside was more relaxed now. The storm had moved on. The roads were slowly opening, staff buzzing with fresh energy. But BTS—every single one of them—had stayed rooted in the hospital for Kyomi. For Yoongi. For Min-ches, even if none of them dared say that name out loud just yet.

Namjoon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes flicking occasionally toward the hospital room door.

"She's stronger than she looks," he muttered, more to himself than anyone.

"She had to be," Seokjin added quietly. "To do all this without him? Without telling him? I can't imagine."

Jungkook had Min-ches' blanket in his lap. The baby had dropped it on the floor earlier, and he'd picked it up like it was something precious. "She smiled at me," he said softly. "Just a little."