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

Talk About Love |20|

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"Kyomi? It's time for your mobility assessment. Just a few steps today," the nurse said kindly, but firmly.

Kyomi swallowed hard, dread blooming in her chest. The bruises along her ribs, the healing incision, and the trapped muscle memory of being pinned beneath debris made the idea of movement feel like a betrayal. Her hand instinctively gripped the sheets.

Yoongi sat quietly nearby, Min-ches asleep in a hospital bassinet beside him. At the nurse's voice, he stood, unsure whether to offer help or space.

Kyomi's voice was small. "Do I have to?"

The nurse offered an apologetic nod. "You don't have to do anything, but we need to see where your strength is. Just sitting up and standing—nothing too much."

Kyomi shifted, wincing immediately. Her body ached deep in places she didn't even know existed. A sharp inhale escaped her lips, eyes watering. Yoongi moved to her side instinctively, careful not to touch without invitation.

"I'm right here," he murmured. "Take your time."

Kyomi nodded tightly, teeth clenched as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The floor felt distant. Her arms trembled from the effort. She gasped as pressure landed on her leg, the one that had been trapped. Pain flared up like fire.

She faltered.

Yoongi, eyes wide with concern, steadied her shoulders.

"Don't push too hard. You're not proving anything."

"It's not about proving," she bit out through gritted teeth. "It's about surviving."

Yoongi didn't respond—he just stayed close, one hand resting a breath away from her back in case she wobbled again. She stood shakily, swaying, but upright. Her knees buckled, and this time he caught her fully, guiding her gently back to the bed.

She broke then. Not with sobs, but with silence. Her eyes closed, breathing shallow. Yoongi leaned down, resting his forehead lightly to hers.

"You're stronger than you think. But you don't have to carry everything on your own anymore."

-Later on-

Later that afternoon, as Kyomi rested, Yoongi stepped into the small visitor's lounge to find her mother standing by the window. She was cradling a cold tea cup, shoulders drawn tight.

She didn't turn when she heard him.

"You've been quiet," she said softly. "All these years. And now you're here."

Yoongi stepped in slowly. "I deserve that."

"I'm not angry, Yoongi. Not really. I'm just... trying to understand."

There was a long silence between them. The air held more than the storm aftermath—grief, confusion, protection.

"Did you know?" she asked finally, voice trembling. "Did you ever know she was pregnant?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Not until the storm. When I saw her... I didn't know what I was seeing at first. Everything I missed. Everything she went through."

Her mother turned to look at him now. Her eyes were worn but not unkind. "She almost died, Yoongi. We almost lost her. The birth was early, traumatic. There was so much blood. Min-ches didn't cry for what felt like forever."

Yoongi looked down, chest tight. "I should've been there. I... I don't know what I would've done, but I should've been there."

"She didn't tell me who the father was until just recently. I didn't press. I thought I was giving her space, but maybe I was just afraid of what I'd find out."