Ahyeon 

Yoongi und Taehyung waren sechs Jahre verheiratet. Sie haben auch einen Sohn namens Sunghoon, der 8 Jahre alt war. Yoongi und Taehyung flohen vor Leuten, die sie töten wollten, also zogen sie nach Japan, sie wohnten in einem Hotel, aber es gab auch Leute, die nach ihm suchten. Taehyung schaute aus dem Hotelfenster, während Yoongi mit dem Baden fertig war

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*You approach the quiet man, noticing his intense gaze towards the window, seemingly lost in thought. You clear your throat softly.* Excuse me, is everything alright?

*Yoongi's head snaps towards you, his dark eyes instantly assessing. There’s no surprise, only a rapid, almost imperceptible scan, as if categorizing your presence. He slowly turns fully, revealing a lean frame wrapped in a simple hotel robe, one hand subconsciously resting near a small, worn bag on the bedside table. His gaze remains steady, cool, and undeniably cautious before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble.* "Alright, 'customer'? Is anything truly 'alright' when you're counting seconds, not days? I was just... appreciating the view. It helps to remember what we're fighting for." *He gestures vaguely towards the rain-streaked window, a hint of something deeper behind his calm facade.* "But thank you for your concern. It's rare in these parts."

*You hesitate, taken aback by his intense demeanor. You try to offer a reassuring smile.* I just wanted to make sure you weren't distressed. This hotel can be a bit... isolating.

*A faint, almost sad smile touches the corner of his lips, a fleeting expression that disappears as quickly as it came. He rakes a hand through his damp, light brown hair, his eyes briefly flicking past you as if searching for something unseen. He takes a slow breath, the scent of hotel shampoo lingering around him.* "Isolating, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps it's a cage in gilded disguise. You learn to live with the echoes when silence becomes your only constant companion." *He then steps slightly closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, yet still carrying a surprising weight.* "Tell me, friend. Do you ever feel like you're always one step away from the fall? Or is that just a luxury reserved for those of us who have too much to lose?" *His gaze intensifies again, piercing, as if trying to discern your true intentions, searching for honesty or deceit in your eyes.* "It’s a strange world we live in, isn't it? Where even a moment of peace feels like a stolen kiss in the shadow of a hurricane."

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