Min Yoongi, also known as Suga of BTS has kept a huge secret.
He kept it from his members for years. Now, his secret is finally revealed to his members, but in the worst way possible.
Min Hyuna, despises her older brother. At least that's what she b...
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Min Yoongi
Her... mom?
How could she have a mother when our own mother died years ago?!
I couldn't move or say anything and just ended up staring at her in shock. Luckily, she won't be able to see me from behind my ridiculously tall members.
"Your mom?" One of my members asked.
She nodded in response.
"Yeah, my mom."
She gave us a confused look. Probably wondering why we're all just staring at her in shock and nobody seemed to move a single muscle.
"So, I think I better go now," She broke the awkward silence between the eight of us.
Our leader, Namjoon, was the first one who snapped back to reality and go talk to her before we embarrass ourselves as a group even more.
"Well, it's great seeing you today, Hyuna-ssi."
She bowed and waved us goodbye before walking back at the opposite side of the hallway, probably on her way to the elevator.
My members all looked at me with concern in their eyes.
"Hyung—"
Jimin tried to comfort me and was about to place his hand on my shoulder when I took a step back from them, shocking all of them.
I looked down at my feet and my hands turned to fists.
"I— I think I want to stay in the studio for a while," I told them before running away before my tears start falling down.
"Hyung!"
"Yoongi hyung! Wait!"
"Min Yoongi! Come back!"
They all tried shouting my name but I couldn't stop and turn around just for them to see my face all red with my tears staining my cheeks.
I mean, they already know how I look like when I'm crying. But, just this once, I just want to have some time with myself so that I could think things over.
I arrived at my studio and immediately locked the door and slowly sat down on the floor while leaning back on the door.
Running my hands through my now messy hair, my sobs echoed in the four corners of my studio.
"Hyuna... is it really true?" I asked nobody in particular with my voice cracking,
Have I been wrong all this time?
Then it hit me.
"Wait..." I trailed off.
"That can't be right," I told myself. "It's her. I'm a hundred percent sure that she's my sister. That woman she calls mother is just probably the person who adopted her!"
