Justice * Hiatus *

He remembered the way Jimin laughed-mocking, cold.
And still... the pain didn't feel like regret.

Yoongi exhaled.
"Sometimes... the ones who scream the loudest are the ones who were never heard at all."

The medics exchanged a glance.

"He could kill you," the younger one said again. "Why would you go back?"

Yoongi finally looked at him.

"Because if I don't," he said softly, "no one will."

And the room fell silent.

Only the sound of Yoongi's shaky breath and bandage being wrapped around his head, slowly soaking through with red.

Yoongi stood up from the chair slowly, the bandage tight around his head, the sting still pulsing behind his temple. But his eyes-those hadn't dimmed.

They were sharper now. Clearer.

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I held her hand...
and I didn't know what to say.
Because how do you look into your sister's eyes,
when they've seen hell and still lived?
Her soul was torn, not her clothes.
And they told her to stay silent.
They asked her what she was wearing.

But no one asked her if she wanted to live anymore.

I watched her rot from the inside.
I heard her scream at 2 a.m.
I saw her try to end it... more than once.

And the men who did it?
They laughed.
They walked free.
They posted selfies.

That night, something inside me died.
Not just as a brother-
but as a human being.

So don't call me a monster for what I did.
Because monsters did something to her.

I only killed them.

And honestly?
I wish I could kill them again.

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"Yuna opened her eyes once... and the world scared her back into silence . This time, I'll make sure the world shuts up before she opens them again."

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Yoonmin fanfiction.
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Please read with care.
If you're sensitive to such topics, proceed only if you feel emotionally safe.

Note: In real life, officers usually reach the rank of General at 40 years or older, after decades of service. In this story, the character holds this rank at a younger age due to fictional circumstances.