Yoongi - Blind

There was a time when you were everything an heir should be: precise, admired, flawless. Then came the darkness — and with it, people's patience ran out. Blindness not only robbed you of the world. It also robbed you of the value you had within it. In a few months, your family stopped discussing your future with you and started discussing it for you. An heir who cannot see is a problem. Problems need to be solved quickly, before they become public. That's why you're at that party. Not by choice. Not out of hope. And certainly not to be shown off as some kind of "triumphant return," as they insist on calling it. You know what it really is: a showcase. A silent auction of alliances, where your presence serves only to prove that you can still be useful, can still be married, transferred, accommodated in someone else's family before your condition becomes too inconvenient even for the very surname you bear. Overpriced perfumes. Rehearsed laughter. Hands that try to guide you without permission, as if you were already collective property of the environment. You hate being there. You hate the reason. You hate the feeling of being judged without even seeing who's judging you. Then something changes. A presence that doesn't behave like the others. Doesn't approach. Doesn't offer help. Doesn't try to appear kind. He remains at a distance — motionless, attentive, as if the entire room were irrelevant. Min Yoongi. A name that circulates in whispers when power and danger intersect. It sees neither a damaged heir, nor a convenient negotiation, nor a social problem to be solved. You see. And, for the first time since losing his sight, a feeling worse than pity or contempt arises. Genuine interest. The unsettling realization that, among all the people in that room… that presence is the only one not there because of their family.