“Your mother is alive,” he said, his words hanging in the air like a guillotine. “She’s in America.”

The hall fell silent, the revelation of a bomb that left Y/N, Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung frozen in its wake.

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, her heart pounding as she processed the revelation. Taehyung staggered back, his face a mask of disbelief, his eyes searching his father for any sign of a lie. Jin and Namjoon exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of shock and pity, while Yoongi stood firm, his gaze steady but heavy with the weight of the truth he’d just unleashed.

Y/N’s mind raced, the pieces of Jungkook’s pain, Taehyung’s vendetta, and the tangled web of their pasts clicking into place.

Yes, She is alive, Yoongi said in a calm voice . I was shocked when I did a background check .

She left you and Jungkook because Jungkook's father went crazy to bring her back she knows she will not harm Jungkook because if he did something to him he will lost Jungkook's custody and your mother just disappeared Mr Kim couldn't find her at that time your life was in danger so they planned the drowning scene and when Jungkook's father got sure she is dead Mr Kim took her to America but after few days she got into an accident and she lost her memory completely .

And you do have another son with Sara aunty right Mr Kim ??

Kim Yeojun .

Taehyung looked at Mr Kim and he nodded his head in agreement

The grand foyer of Jungkook’s mansion was a cavernous expanse, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of an ornate chandelier that hung like a frozen cascade of light. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint, lingering trace of Jungkook’s cologne, a ghost of his presence that seemed to haunt every corner. The velvet drapes framing the tall windows swayed slightly in the evening breeze, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. Y/N stood near the base of the grand staircase, her chest heaving from the fiery confrontation with Taehyung, her eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and heartbreak. The silence was heavy, broken only by the echo of her earlier words, still reverberating through the mansion like a lingering storm.

Taehyung stood a few paces away, his cheek still stinging red from Y/N’s slap, his dark eyes wide with a cocktail of shock, betrayal, and simmering anger. Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon lingered near the entrance to the living room, their faces etched with a mix of disbelief and sorrow, their presence a silent anchor in the chaos. Mr. Kim stood near the door, his shoulders slumped, his face pale and trembling, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as Yoongi’s revelation about Taehyung’s biological mother hung in the air like a guillotine.

Yoongi stepped forward, his voice low but cutting, his eyes locked on Mr. Kim. “There’s more to this,” he said, his tone steady but laced with a quiet intensity. “You’ve kept them in the dark for too long, Mr. Kim. It’s time they know the whole truth.”

Mr. Kim’s hands clenched at his sides, his lips parting as if to protest, but no words came. Yoongi pressed on, undeterred. “After Jungkook’s mother survived the attempt on her life, you tried everything to bring her back. You took her to specialists in America, the best doctors money could buy, hoping they could restore her memory. She’d been through hell—trauma, betrayal, the loss of her entire world. But the doctors were clear: her amnesia was permanent. Forcing her to remember could break her completely, could destroy what little peace she had left.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart twisting as she glanced at Taehyung, whose face was a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, and a raw, aching hurt that seemed to carve lines into his usually composed features. Yoongi’s voice softened, but his resolve didn’t waver. “You showed her your marriage photos, told her about the life you’d shared. She believed you, trusted you, but she couldn’t feel it. The memories were gone, erased. And you made a choice, Mr. Kim—you didn’t tell her about Jungkook or Taehyung. You thought it was better to let her start over, to shield her from a past she couldn’t reclaim.”

Mr. Kim sank onto the plush velvet couch near the foyer, his head bowing as his hands covered his face. A choked sob broke free, raw and jagged, echoing through the silent mansion. “I almost lost her,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a grief so profound it seemed to age him in an instant. “She was my everything, and I almost lost her. I thought… I thought if I didn’t tell Jungkook or Taehyung, it would protect them, protect her. I thought it was the right thing.”

He lifted his head, his red-rimmed eyes glistening as he looked at Taehyung, then toward the open front door, where a shadow loomed. “I watched you boys grow up, saw the rivalry fester between you,” he continued, his voice thick with regret. “Every day, I tried to find the courage to tell you the truth—that Jungkook’s mother saved you, Taehyung, loved you like her own when your biological mother abandoned you. But I couldn’t. I was a coward. I thought silence would keep the peace, keep her safe. But all I did was let the poison spread.”

Taehyung’s fists clenched, his jaw tight, his voice barely a whisper. “You lied to me my whole life,” he said, his words dripping with betrayal. “You let me hate him, let me blame him for something he didn’t do.”

Y/N’s heart ached, her eyes stinging with tears she refused to let fall. She opened her mouth to speak, to offer some kind of solace, but a voice—low, trembling, and heavy with disbelief—cut through the silence like a thunderclap from the doorway.

“My mother… is alive?”

The words shattered the tension in the room, drawing every pair of eyes to the main door. There stood Jungkook, his silhouette framed against the darkening sky outside, the heavy oak door still ajar behind him. His face was pale, his dark eyes wide with shock, locked on Mr. Kim. His hands hung at his sides, one gripping the doorframe as if to steady himself, his knuckles white from the effort. His presence was a storm, raw and electric, his expression a mix of pain and disbelief that made the air feel heavier.

Y/N’s breath caught, her heart lurching at the sight of him. “Jungkook!” she cried, her voice breaking as she rushed across the foyer, her footsteps echoing on the marble. She threw her arms around him, her embrace fierce and protective, her body pressing against his as if she could shield him from the weight of the truth. Jungkook caught her, his arms wrapping around her tightly, but his eyes remained fixed on Mr. Kim, who stared back, his own tears spilling freely, his face a portrait of guilt and sorrow.

“Kookie, I’m here,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling but fierce, her hands clutching the back of his jacket, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat, the tension in his frame, and she tightened her hold, willing him to feel her presence, her love. “I’m right here with you.”

Jungkook’s grip on her tightened, his breath hitching as he finally tore his gaze from Mr. Kim to look down at her. His eyes were glassy, the shock and pain swirling in their depths, but there was a flicker of gratitude, of love, that anchored him to her. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice raw, barely holding together. “She’s alive? All this time… my mother’s been alive?”

Mr. Kim rose from the couch, his movements slow, as if the weight of his confession had drained him. “Jungkook,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m so sorry. I thought I was protecting you, protecting her. I thought if you didn’t know, you could move on, build a life without the pain of her loss. But I was wrong. I see that now.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his arms still wrapped around Y/N, her presence a lifeline in the storm of his emotions. “You let me think she was dead,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, but trembling with hurt. “You let me carry that weight, let me believe I’d lost everything. And you let Taehyung hate me for it.”

Taehyung flinched, his own eyes glistening as he took a step forward, his voice shaking. “Jungkook, I… I didn’t know,” he said, his words heavy with guilt. “I thought you were the reason she was gone. I thought you failed her.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to Taehyung, a storm of emotions flickering across his face—anger, pain, but also a glimmer of understanding. “I was six, Taehyung,” he said, his voice breaking, raw with the weight of years of grief. “I was a kid. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t save anyone.”

Y/N tightened her hold on him, her hands rubbing soothing circles on his back, her voice soft but unwavering. “Kookie, none of this is your fault,” she said, her eyes locked on his, her love a beacon in the darkness. “You were a child. You did nothing wrong. And I’m here now. We’ll figure this out together, okay? I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, the storm in them calming slightly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath shaky but steadying. “I don’t know what to do with this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s alive, Y/N. My mother… she’s out there. And I didn’t know.”

Mr. Kim took a tentative step forward, his voice trembling. “She’s in America, Jungkook,” he said, his tears falling freely now. “She’s safe, but she doesn’t remember you, or Taehyung, or the life she had. I visit her every year, make sure she’s cared for. I thought… I thought it was enough. But I owe you the truth. I owe you both.”

Jin, who had been silent, stepped forward, his eyes red but his voice steady. “This has to stop,” he said, his gaze sweeping the room. “The lies, the secrets—they’ve torn you both apart. Jungkook, Taehyung, you’re brothers in everything but blood. Your mother loved you both, fought for you both. It’s time to heal, not to keep tearing open old wounds.”

Namjoon nodded, his expression somber. “Jini’s right. The truth is out now.

You can’t keep living in the shadow of these lies.

Taehyung, you need to face what you’ve done, what you’ve carried. This isn’t about blame anymore—it’s about moving forward.”

Taehyung’s shoulders sagged, his eyes dropping to the floor, his voice barely audible. “I… I don’t know how to fix this,” he said, his words heavy with regret. “I hurt you, Jungkook. I hurt Y/N. I let my anger blind me.”

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Taehyung, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his eyes—pain, anger, but also a flicker of forgiveness. “We’ve both been hurt,” he said quietly, his voice steadier now, bolstered by Y/N’s presence at his side. “But I’m done letting the past control me. I have Y/N, and I’m going to fight for her, for us. I don’t know if I can forgive you yet, Taehyung, but… I don’t hate you.”

Y/N’s heart swelled, her arms tightening around Jungkook as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, her voice a soft whisper. “I’m so proud of you, Kookie,” she said, her eyes shining with love. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

Mr. Kim wiped his tears, his voice barely holding together. “I’ll tell you everything, Jungkook,” he said, his words a promise. “About your mother, about where she is, how you can see her if you want. I owe you that much. I owe you both.”

Jungkook nodded, his jaw tight but his eyes resolute, his hand finding Y/N’s and squeezing it gently. “I need time,” he said, his voice firm. “But I want to know. I want to see her.”

Y/N squeezed his hand back, her heart aching but filled with hope. “We’ll do it together, Kookie,” she promised, her voice a vow. “Step by step.”

The room fell silent, the weight of the truth settling over them like a heavy fog. But in that silence, there was a glimmer of something new—hope, fragile but real, that the wounds of the past could begin to heal. Jungkook stood at the threshold of the main door, Y/N at his side, her love a steady anchor in the storm of revelations. The mansion, once a place of memories both joyful and painful, now felt like a battleground where truth had finally been laid bare, and with it, the possibility of a future rebuilt on love and trust.

To be continued ..