The next evening, the sky was an ominous grey, mirroring the unease in Y/N's chest. A storm was brewing — in the city and in their world.
She was in the studio, playing through her coded symphony one more time when Yoongi entered. He looked exhausted, like sleep hadn't touched him in days. In his hand was a small black envelope.
Yoongi: "It came this morning. Left in front of our mother's memorial stone."
Inside the envelope was a photograph — not of Y/N this time.
It was of Yoongi.
A much younger version of him, maybe sixteen. Standing beside someone almost identical.
Y/N: "Who is that?"
Yoongi's voice was quiet.
Yoongi: "My twin."
The revelation dropped like a bomb.
Y/N: "You have a twin?!"
Yoongi nodded slowly, his voice heavy.
Yoongi: "Min Jihoon. We were split after a mission went wrong. He was taken by the Seos... or maybe he chose to stay. No one knows. He was the one who taught me to hear silence in music. To compose like it was war. If he's back…"
Y/N: "Then he's the traitor."
Yoongi didn't deny it.
Yoongi: "I always feared he'd turn against us. And now… he's the one leaving the melodies."
Y/N's fingers trembled on the keys.
Y/N: "Then this isn't just my battle. It's yours too."
Yoongi: "No. It was mine. But now... it's ours."