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

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The sliding glass doors of the hotel whooshed open with a gust of warm, stale air, but Yoongi barely noticed. He stepped inside, drenched not in rainwater, but in a kind of mental static that clouded every thought. The lobby looked exactly as it had when they left it — neutral, polished, lifeless.

He didn't say a word to the staff member who greeted him, nor did he respond when Jimin reached out lightly to squeeze his shoulder. Yoongi's only reaction was a tight nod before making his way toward the elevators. The silver doors reflected the exhausted shadow of himself back at him. Hollow eyes. Tension in every muscle.

Back in his room, he didn't even bother switching the lights on.

The door clicked shut behind him, cutting off the hallway noise and replacing it with deafening quiet. He stood there for a moment, just breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth — like some tired meditation for a man holding himself together with invisible string.

He pulled off his jacket and tossed it somewhere by the desk. His phone buzzed in his pocket — a message from someone on staff asking if he needed anything. He ignored it. Instead, Yoongi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stared out.

Across the street, the hospital was just visible between the trees and rooftops. Distant and clinical, it now held everything he didn't know how to carry.

He touched the window with two fingers, pressing them lightly against the glass as if trying to reach through it.

"She's five months old," he whispered to himself. "Five months..."

The math was messy, but the implication was not. She was his — and he had missed every single second of her existence until now.

He dropped into the edge of the hotel bed like gravity had tripled. A ragged breath escaped him as he buried his face in his hands. A soft knock.

Then the door cracked open, just enough for Jimin to poke his head through. He said nothing at first, just glanced in and saw Yoongi sitting hunched over, still wearing yesterday's clothes, lost in thought.

"Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin's voice was quiet, careful. "We brought you something to eat. You haven't had anything since..." Yoongi didn't answer. But Jimin came in anyway, followed by Namjoon, who held a container of rice and grilled fish, still warm.

"You don't have to talk," Namjoon said. "We just... didn't want you to be alone." Yoongi nodded. It was faint, but it was something. He didn't touch the food, but when Jimin sat on the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed, he slowly started talking — mostly to himself at first.

"She almost died," Yoongi said flatly. "Kyomi. During the birth." Namjoon's brows furrowed. "She told you that?"

"Her Eomma did," Yoongi swallowed hard. Jimin looked down, fingers fidgeting with the seam of his sleeve. Yoongi scoffed under his breath, bitter with himself. "And I wasn't there. I was nowhere."

Namjoon crouched down beside him. "Hyung..."

"It doesn't matter," Yoongi replied. "She suffered. She raised that baby. Alone. And now I get to what? Walk in with flowers and think I'm her father now?" He was shaking his head, words tight with guilt.

"I'm not ready for this," he added. "But I want to be." There was silence for a long time after that. No one had the answers. But Jimin finally broke it. "And you can, you will be able to." he said gently.

Yoongi nodded slowly, a hand wiping over his face. Across the room, on the bedside table, sat a folded hospital visitor pass with his name scribbled on it. He stared at it for a long time.