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Yoongi sat at his desk, flipping through a thick stack of files, his sharp eyes scanning the pages with practice ease. His office was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, adding to the cold, intimidating aura that always surrounded him.
A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.
"Come in," Yoongi said in his usual deep, detached voice, not bothering to look up from his work.
The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, walking toward the chair in front of his desk. Without hesitation, he sat down, resting his arms on the armrest as he watched his older brother.
"Hyung," the man finally spoke, his voice familiar.
At that, Yoongi looked up. His gaze softened—just a little—when he saw his younger brother sitting there. "Oh, Jungkook. What’s up?" he asked, leaning back slightly in his chair.
"Hyung, I have something important to talk to you about," Jungkook said, his tone unusually serious.
Yoongi hummed, nodding as he returned his attention to the file in his hands. "Yeah, I’m listening."
Silence.
Yoongi waited, expecting Jungkook to continue, but when the younger remained quiet, he finally looked up again. Jungkook was sitting stiffly, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, his gaze fixed downward.
Yoongi frowned. "What happened? Jungkook, you said it was important—why aren’t you saying anything?"
Hearing the concern in his brother’s voice, Jungkook hesitated for only a second before looking up. "Hyung… it’s about Mom."
Yoongi immediately stiffened. His eyes, which had been calm a second ago, widened slightly as his grip on the file tightened. "What? What about her? Is she okay? Did something happen?" His voice, usually composed and cold, carried a rare edge of panic.
Jungkook quickly shook his head. "No, no. She’s fine… physically," he clarified. "But I don’t know about mentally."
Yoongi’s brows furrowed deeper. "What do you mean? Jungkook, explain properly."
Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally speaking. "Hyung, she misses you—a lot. She’s been so worried about you these days. You barely come home, and she notices it. She’s been really sad because of it." His voice grew softer, laced with emotion. "She won’t say it out loud, but I can see it. She doesn’t eat properly, she barely smiles… It’s like something’s missing for her, and that something is you."
Yoongi felt something heavy settle in his chest.
He had been so caught up in work, in everything else, that he hadn’t even realized how much time had passed since he last visited home. The thought of his mother feeling lonely, waiting for him… it made his stomach twist with guilt.
