Chief Kim / Kim Taehyung Ff

34. A Room of Dreams.

As the boys and y/n gathered to watch the fireworks, y/n's fascination with the vibrant colors exploding against the dark sky was evident. Her mute presence added a unique depth to the moment. Taehyung, standing slightly behind her, couldn't help but notice the way her shiny doe eyes were fixed on the night sky.

Meanwhile, Yoongi, standing beside her, felt a rush of nostalgia wash over him. The dazzling display in the sky seemed to awaken memories from the past, making this simple moment of watching fireworks together feel all the more significant.

Fifteen-year-old Yoongi found himself seated on the ground, surrounded by a sea of people. Their parents sat beside him, their gazes fixed on the magnificent fireworks beginning to illuminate the night sky. The atmosphere was filled with joy, and cheers erupted from the crowd as the spectacle unfolded.

In the midst of it all, their little angel, a five-year-old, climbed onto her brother's lap, a warm smile spreading across Yoongi's face. He extended her milk bottle, which she eagerly accepted, sipping from it as she cradled on her brother's lap.

The young child watched the fireworks above with wide-eyed fascination, her innocent wonder capturing the hearts of their family. In her muffled baby language, she pointed at the sky with her little finger, milk spilling from her mouth as she exclaimed, "golden."

Yoongi gently wiped her face with his hands, his heart warmed by the pure joy and innocence radiating from his little sister as she enjoyed the mesmerizing scenes in the night sky.

Yoongi couldn't help but notice that the same spark of wonder and innocence still shone in his sister's eyes, even after 15 years had passed. It was a bittersweet realization, a reminder of the childhood that had been stolen from her.

The weight of guilt bore heavily on his heart. He couldn't forget that y/n had been locked away for 15 years by the person responsible for their parents' death. She had missed out on her entire childhood, enduring pain, torture, and being used as a subject for drugs.

Unable to contain the overwhelming pain and emotions, Yoongi abruptly broke away from the crowd, fleeing the scene in silent sobs. Jin, who had noticed his distress, hurriedly followed after him, concerned for his well-being.

Yoongi found some space behind a parked car, his tears flowing freely as the weight of his emotions became almost unbearable. Jin, who had been silently standing by his side, eventually placed a comforting hand on Yoongi's shoulder.

"It's okay, Yoongi," Jin whispered softly, understanding the depth of his friend's pain.

Yoongi took a moment to wipe away his tears and collect himself. Turning to face Jin with a determined expression, he said, "Let's go back, Hyung."

Jin smiled in response, offering his unwavering support, and together they made their way back to the gathering.

The car ride back to the hotel was filled with a heavy silence. Yoongi sat in the passenger seat, his gaze avoiding any contact with y/n. The weight of their situation hung in the air, making it difficult for him to find the right words.

Upon reaching the hotel, Jin took the responsibility of putting y/n to sleep, hoping she would find some peace in slumber. After a while, he left the room, thinking that she was asleep.

However, y/n lay in her bed, her thoughts consumed by concern for her brother. On the other side of the emotional divide, Yoongi remained too overwhelmed to even look at her, his heart heavy with the pain of their shared past and uncertain future.