Yoongi, like a man possessed by joy, dashed downstairs, tears streaming down his face. Jin, worried, asked, "What happened, Yoongi? Is y/n okay?"
Yoongi nodded, tears still flowing, and replied between breaths, "y/n made... She made a sound. S..she called me!" Taehyung's eyes widened in disbelief; hope for y/n finding her voice had nearly vanished from the family's hearts.
Jimin choked on his rice in astonishment and asked, "Really?" Yoongi nodded fervently. As y/n slowly descended the stairs, lacking energy but determined, Yoongi rushed to her side. The others, their faces alight with smiles, watched as y/n joined them, tears of joy mingling with her own.
As y/n reached the bottom of the stairs, the room was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness. Yoongi hugged her tightly, unable to contain his emotions. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks, but this time they were tears of joy.
Taehyung approached y/n with a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting the astonishment and happiness he felt. "You did it, y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with pride.
Y/n looked around at her family, seeing the joy and love in their eyes. She felt a surge of gratitude and happiness, knowing that she was surrounded by people who cared deeply for her.
Jimin, wiping away his tears, approached y/n and hugged her tightly. "We're so proud of you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
Encouraged by their cheers and support, y/n took a deep breath, summoning all her courage. With a trembling voice, she uttered the word, "Oppa."
Her family erupted into cheers and applause, their happiness palpable in the air. They hugged her tightly, celebrating this incredible milestone. Tears of joy streamed down their faces as they reveled in the moment together.
Yoongi, overwhelmed with emotion, hugged y/n tightly, whispering words of pride and love into her ear. Taehyung grinned from ear to ear, his eyes shining with pride. Jin wiped away his tears, his heart filled with happiness for y/n.
Jimin, unable to contain his joy, lifted y/n off her feet and twirled her around, laughing with pure delight. Hobi and Namjoon joined in the celebration, their smiles radiant and their hearts full of love for y/n.
In that moment, surrounded by her loving family, y/n felt a sense of belonging and acceptance like never before.
Jungkook teased her, playfully predicting, "Next thing we know, you'll be yelling at me and picking fights!"
Y/n's small whisper of "yea" echoed softly in the room, a testament to her determination and effort. Though it wasn't a full sentence, it held immense significance for everyone present. They exchanged glances filled with pride and encouragement, understanding the immense progress she had made. In that moment, even the simplest of words carried the weight of victory and hope.
Their banter filled the room with laughter, bringing warmth and joy to the moment. It was a reminder of the bond they shared as a family, where even teasing was a cherished form of affection.
Taehyung's heart swelled with emotion as he watched y/n's progress. The thought of hearing her voice, of sharing in her laughter and joy, filled him with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. For so long, he had wished to hear her speak, to experience the sound of her giggles and the melody of her voice. Now, with the possibility looming closer than ever, he couldn't contain his excitement.
With a soft smile on his lips, Taehyung silently vowed to cherish every moment with y/n, to support her through every step of her journey toward finding her voice. He knew that hearing her speak would be a precious gift, one that he would treasure for the rest of his life. And in that moment, as hope bloomed in his heart, Taehyung felt an unbreakable bond forming between them, one that transcended words and spoke volumes in its silent promise of love and support.
Yoongi felt a surge of joy and relief flood through him as he reflected on y/n's progress. Her ability to make a sound, however faint, filled him with hope and renewed energy. It was a small victory, but one that held immense significance for him and their family.
As he looked ahead to the future, Yoongi's heart swelled with pride at the thought of y/n starting her journey into higher education. With Namjoon by his side, he felt confident that they would navigate the admission process smoothly and ensure that y/n had every opportunity to pursue her dreams.
With a sense of determination and optimism, Yoongi looked forward to the next chapter in y/n's life, knowing that she was stronger and more resilient than ever before. And as he imagined her thriving at university, his happiness knew no bounds.
In a clandestine meeting room, Maria leaned forward, her gaze steely as she addressed her right-hand man. "Yoongi's presence at the hospital is a liability," she declared, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "We need to eliminate him before he becomes a problem."
Her right-hand man nodded in agreement, his expression impassive as he absorbed her words. "How do you propose we proceed?" he inquired, his voice low and measured.
Maria's lips curled into a cold smile as she outlined her ruthless plan. "The next time Yoongi sets foot in that hospital, he won't leave alive," she stated, her tone devoid of remorse. "Once he's out of the way, we can reclaim what's rightfully ours."
Her right-hand man nodded in understanding, his eyes reflecting the determination to carry out their sinister scheme. "Consider it done," he affirmed, his voice tinged with a sense of grim resolve.
With their plan set in motion, Maria and her accomplice parted ways, each consumed by the anticipation of reclaiming their prized possession. As they vanished into the shadows, the echoes of their malevolent intentions lingered, casting a foreboding shadow over their next move.
The sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue across the garden. The grass was soft beneath their legs as Taehyung sat cross-legged, his back against an old oak tree. Y/N nestled between his legs, her head resting on his chest. His arms encircled her waist, fingers idly tracing patterns on her skin.
Jimin and Jungkook sat opposite them, their laughter filling the air as they shared a picnic blanket laden with snacks.
Taehyung's laughter was the loudest, contagious and carefree. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling the vibrations of his laughter against her back. She leaned into him, the warmth of his body seeping through her clothes. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the earthy musk of Taehyung's cologne, creating a sensory cocoon that enveloped them both.
Jimin and Jungkook were in their own world, playfully stealing each other's chips and pretending to wrestle over the last piece of watermelon. Y/N watched them, her heart swelling with affection. These moments were rare, stolen from the chaos of their idol lives. Here, they were just friends, laughing and sharing stories as if the world outside didn't exist.
Yoongi stood at the garden's entrance, a silent observer. His gaze never wavered from Taehyung and Y/N. He saw how Taehyung's fingers brushed Y/N's hair, how he leaned down to whisper something in her ear, his lips grazing her skin. It was tender, proximity—the kind of closeness that transcended friendship. Yoongi's chest tightened. He had known Taehyung for years, had seen him through heartbreaks and triumphs.
But this? This was different.
Jin, perceptive as always, sidled up to Yoongi. "You see it too, don't you?" he murmured, eyes fixed on Taehyung and Y/N. "His feelings for her—they're unmistakable."
Yoongi clenched his fists. "I don't want to see it," he replied, voice barely audible. "She's our little angel, hyung. And he…" He couldn't bring himself to say it aloud—the fear that gnawed at him, the possibility of losing her to Taehyung's feelings.
Jin placed a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Sometimes, love isn't a choice," he said softly. "It's a force that sweeps you away, whether you want it or not."
As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows, Taehyung fed Y/N a strawberry. His eyes held a tenderness that Yoongi had never seen before. Y/N's laughter bubbled up, and Taehyung's smile matched hers. In that moment, they were the center of the universe, and Yoongi was the outsider looking in.
Jin's voice was light, a teasing lilt to his words as he watched Yoongi's troubled gaze. "You know, Taehyung isn't a bad guy," he said, a smile playing on his lips.
Yoongi's protest was immediate, his voice laced with a mix of affection and distress. "I know he's the best guy, Hyung. That's not the point. It's about her—my Angel."
Jin's expression softened, understanding the turmoil beneath Yoongi's words. He stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's go inside," he suggested gently, guiding Yoongi away from the garden's doorway.
As they walked back into the warmth of the house, Jin kept his voice calm, a soothing counterpoint to Yoongi's racing thoughts. "You've always been her protector, Yoongi. But maybe it's time to trust her happiness to someone else, someone who cares for her deeply."
Yoongi's steps faltered, the weight of Jin's words sinking in. He knew Jin was right, but the thought of letting go, of entrusting Y/N's heart to another, was daunting. Yet, as they left the laughter and the light of the garden behind, Yoongi felt a sliver of peace. Maybe, just maybe, Taehyung's feelings were a new beginning, not an end.
He turned away, unable to watch any longer. The garden seemed colder now, the laughter distant. Yoongi knew he had to decide—fight for what he felt or step back and let Taehyung have his chance. But the ache in his chest told him that losing Y/N would be like losing a part of himself.
And so, he remained in the shadows, torn between love and fear, as whispers of longing floated through the garden, carried by the gentle breeze.
The resurgence of Y/N into Yoongi's life was a tempest that threatened to tear him apart. For fifteen years, he had believed her dead—grieved her loss, mourned the stolen moments they could have shared. Now, she stood before him, fragile yet resilient, a living testament to survival.
Taehyung's presence complicated matters. The bond between them was more than friendship; it was a silent symphony of shared glances, stolen touches, and unspoken longing. Yoongi had watched Taehyung's affection for Y/N bloom, like a forbidden flower in the garden of their tangled emotions.
Jealousy clawed at Yoongi's insides. He had been Y/N's protector, her silent guardian. But Taehyung? Taehyung was the one who held her now, cradling her broken pieces with gentle hands. Yoongi's heart ached—a collision of love and fear. He wanted Y/N's happiness, yet the thought of losing her to Taehyung was a blade to his soul. Seeing her having a heartbreak after all those years of torture? No! Not at all !
In the quiet hours, Yoongi wrestled with his demons. He questioned his worthiness—whether he could be the one to mend Y/N's shattered heart.
Jin, ever perceptive, whispered truths that Yoongi dared not acknowledge. "Sometimes," Jin said, "love isn't a choice. It's a force that sweeps you away." Yoongi's gaze lingered on Y/N, her laughter like a fragile melody. Could he step back, relinquish his claim, and let her find solace in Taehyung's arms?
As they sat in the garden, shadows lengthening, Yoongi's fingers clenched. Taehyung fed Y/N strawberries, and Yoongi's heart fractured. Jin led him away, calming his racing mind. "Trust her happiness," Jin murmured. "Even if it means stepping aside."
And so, Yoongi grappled with love's paradox—the ache of holding on and the courage to release. As whispers of longing floated through the garden, he wondered if love was a battlefield or a sanctuary. Perhaps, in surrendering, he would find his own redemption.
After spending an hour patiently feeding Y/N her dinner and soothing her to sleep, Yoongi carefully tucked her into blankets before quietly slipping out of her room. As he made his way to his own room, his mind buzzed with thoughts and concerns. He couldn't bear the idea of seeing her hurt, especially not over matters of the heart. The thought of her getting entangled in romance filled him with dread, and he resolved to do everything in his power to shield her from such pain.
The room is dimly lit, casting a moody ambiance. Yoongi, visibly tipsy, paces back and forth, holding a glass of whiskey, his movements erratic. As the door opens, Taehyung steps in, his eyes filled with concern.
Taking a deep breath yoongi softly said "Taehyung, come in."
Taehyung hesitates before complying, his posture tense with curiosity and concern.
Taehyung could see the half emptied bottle of whiskey in his hands" Hyung, are you okay?"
Yoongi sighed " Sit down, Taehyung. We need to talk."
Taehyung nods, taking a seat beside Yoongi.
He takes a deep breath before saying "You know, I've been watching you. Watching how you look at her."
Taehyung's heart immediately sank he didn't wanted yoongi to get to know it like that. Hesitant he asked, "Her? You mean Y/N?"
Yoongi nods "Yeah. Y/N. She's been through hell, Taehyung. Those scars on her soul run deep. And I won't let anyone hurt her again."
Taehyung's mind racing to another level "What are you saying, Hyung?
Yoongi being tipsy gazes intently " I know you have feelings for her. But I won't allow you to play with her heart. She deserves someone who'll cherish her, protect her. Not someone who's still tangled in their own mess".
Taehyung swallows hard " I'd never hurt her Hyung, You think I'd hurt her?
Yoongi softens, " No, not intentionally. But sometimes, even good intentions can cause pain. She's fragile right now, Taehyung. She's healing from wounds that you can't even imagine. I won't let her suffer more."
Taehyung's voice cracking, "Hyung , I would never—
Yoongi cuts him off "No, you don't understand. She's healing, and that's fragile, Taehyung. Fragile! You can't just barge into her life with your feelings and mess it all up!"
Taehyung's eyes well up, his heart on his sleeve.
Taehyung was trying his best not to burst out in tears "But Yoongi, I care about her. I really do. It's not about playing with her feelings. I... I want to be there for her."
Yoongi gently says "Be her friend. Be patient. Let her find her way back to life. And when she's ready, if she chooses you, then maybe… But right now, she needs stability, not another storm."
Yoongi suddenly raising his tone seeing Taehyung's eyes teary, he yelled frustrated "Then be there as a friend! She doesn't need a whirlwind romance, she needs stability. Can you give her that, huh? Can you?"
Taehyung nods, wiping away a tear.
Taehyung softly mumbled, "I can try. For her, I'll try anything."
Yoongi softening, "Good. Because if you cause her any more pain, you'll have to answer to me".
Taehyung Gulping the lump in his throat "What if I can't stay away?
Yoongi chugging down the rest of the bottle said "Then fight for her, Taehyung. But fight for her healing, not for possession. And remember, I'll be watching."
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