Chief Kim / Kim Taehyung Ff

45. Wounds and Whispers.

In the morning light, Yoongi awoke, the echoes of the previous night still lingering in his mind. Glancing at Y/n, peacefully asleep beside him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Gently, he rose from the bed, tucking a warm blanket around her. Yoongi tiptoed out of her room, determined not to disturb her serene slumber.

Yoongi moved silently through the house, his thoughts still lingering on the events of the previous night. The weight of the actions he took for Y/n's sake echoed in his mind. As he entered the kitchen, he found Jin preparing breakfast.

Jin looked at Yoongi and offered a comforting smile, "Morning, Yoongi. How are you holding up?"

Yoongi sighed, "I don't know, Jin hyung. It's a mix of emotions. But seeing Y/n asleep peacefully brings some comfort."

Jin nodded understandingly, "She's strong, and so are you. We'll get through this together."

As they continued with the morning routine, a quiet determination filled the air—a collective understanding among the brothers that they would stand by each other, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Y/n awoke to the weight of a heavy head, throbbing painfully. As she glanced around, she realized she had slept, finding solace in the embrace of her oppa.

Curling her knees to her chest, she sat on the bed, lost in her thoughts. Recognizing that her oppa had more than just her to care for—juggling work and relationships—Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Determined to shake off the unease, she carefully rose, headed to the washroom, where she confronted her reflection with a sense of shame. After a quick shower and a change into fresh clothes, she returned to bed, mindful of the lingering ache in her body.

Y/n settled into her bed, but a sense of fear crept in, leaving her uneasy in the solitude of her room. Deciding to seek comfort, she rose and quietly ventured out into the hallway.

Descending the stairs with caution to avoid straining her already hurting body, she observed Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi in the kitchen, sharing laughter over one of Jin's infamous dad jokes. A small smile graced Y/n's lips at the sight of their shared joy. However, the thought that she had been the cause of stealing their smiles away made her take a step back. Silently, she retreated back upstairs.

As Y/n returned to her room, she pondered over the dilemma of being a source of distress for the people she cared about. The fear of unintentionally burdening them weighed heavily on her mind. She wished she could contribute to the laughter downstairs rather than feeling like an intruder in their happiness.

With a heavy heart, she lay on her bed, contemplating her place in the lives of those around her. The conflicting emotions within her made the room feel smaller, suffocating her. In that solitude, Y/n yearned for a sense of normalcy and the ability to bring joy, rather than being a constant reminder of pain and suffering.

Seeking solace, she decided that remaining in the room might stifle her. Silently grabbing her koala plushie, she tiptoed out, mindful not to disrupt the morning tranquility. Settling in a secluded corner of the garden, she sat on the grass, holding her cherished koala close.

Gazing at the tree before her, its beauty failed to alleviate the turmoil within. Maria's toxic words, Jun woo's degrading insults, and Jungkook's misplaced blame echoed relentlessly in her mind. Tears welled up in her eyes, a silent testament to the emotional storm raging within her.