Yoongi leaned back in his office chair, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. The office hum faded into an indistinct buzz. His mind drifted back to me. His woman.
Ten years. Ten years since that night. The memory clung to him like a shadow. He could still see it—the torrential downpour, the fear etched into her face, the way she flinched.
Yoongi closed his eyes. Not just a memory. A wound. A reminder of how fragile she'd been. A girl lost, terrified, alone. He hadn't just taken her in. He'd taken on the weight of her survival.
Now, she was a strong, beautiful woman. But in moments like this, he couldn't shake the image of that trembling girl. That night…it bound us.
The rain was relentless, a deafening cascade. It soaked through his jacket as he hurried home. At 21, Yoongi had his own struggles—a tight budget, late-night shifts, dreams. But all of that faded when he saw her.
A trembling, rain-soaked girl huddled under a store awning. She looked like a shadow. Her hair clung to her face. Her hollow eyes stared blankly ahead, glazed with fear.
Her clothes were torn and dirty, clinging to her small frame. Her knees were pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. It wasn't just the cold that made her tremble—it was something deeper.
He hesitated. How to approach her without scaring her? Slowly, he crouched down. "Hey…" he said gently. "Are you okay? What are you doing out here alone?"
The sound of his voice jolted her. Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto his. Panic… helplessness… a desperate need to run.
She flinched violently, shrinking back against the wall. Her lips quivered. "Please…don't take me back," she whispered hoarsely.
Yoongi's brow furrowed. "Take you back where?"
She shook her head frantically, pressing herself against the bricks. Tears mixed with the rain. "The orphanage," she choked out, her voice cracking. "I... I can't go back there. Please don't make me go back."
Yoongi's heart clenched. "What happened?" he asked softly. "Why don't you want to go back?"
She opened her mouth, then faltered. Her hands clutched at her knees, her knuckles white. "They… they hurt me," she whispered. "They said no one would care… that no one would ever come for me."
Yoongi's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists. "Who hurt you?" he asked, his voice low.
She shook her head, more tears spilling. "They said if I told… they'd make it worse. I couldn't… I couldn't stay." Her voice broke.
Yoongi felt a surge of protectiveness. I want to reach out, to hold her, he thought. But she's terrified. He crouched lower. "Listen to me," he said firmly. "You don't have to go back there. No one is going to hurt you anymore. I won't let them."
She peeked at him through tear-filled eyes. "You… you promise?"
Yoongi nodded. "I promise."
Something shifted. A flicker of trust sparked in her eyes. That's enough, he thought. It's a start.
The rain continued to pour. But she wasn't alone anymore.
Now, in his office, Yoongi leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. Weeks…months…it took her so long to trust me.
They hurt her. In that cold place…they tore her apart. They exploited her vulnerability. They silenced her cries.
He could still hear her voice, trembling. "They said I was worthless," she'd whispered. "That no one would ever care. That I didn't deserve anything better. And if I told…" Her voice cracked. "They said they'd make me regret it."
Yoongi's chest tightened. Rage… helplessness…I wanted to interrupt. But she needed me to hear it.
She'd run away. She hadn't known where to go. But staying had felt like a death sentence.
Yoongi's jaw tightened. Vulnerable…raw… He'd been furious. Furious at them. Furious at the system. Furious at the world.
But beneath the anger…determination.She would never feel that fear again.From that rainy night…he'd vowed to protect her.
He'd made every sacrifice to give her the life she deserved. A safe home. A chance to heal. A future.Those scars still linger.Just as his promise had become a part of him.
The sound of papers rustling outside his office door pulled Yoongi from his thoughts. He unclenched his fists. "Sir?"
His assistant's voice cut through the haze. His hands ached. He straightened up. "I'll handle it later," he said curtly.
As his assistant left, silence settled around him. He leaned forward. Ten years… watching her grow… from that broken girl into the strong woman she is now…That flicker of fear… it twists my heart.
She's the girl huddled under the awning, shivering, eyes wide with terror… running from something worse than the rain…That girl, her haunted eyes… they shattered something inside me.
Her face, raw, vulnerable, pleading for safety…I can't forget it.That fear…that desperation…it ignites the fire in me.It's not just a promise—it's a necessity.
She was so young. So fragile. And I was just 21. Yet I took on the responsibility.
Yoongi's chest tightened. She's grown so much. She's no longer that child. But to me… she'll always be that girl. The one whose trust I had to earn. The one whose safety I will never compromise.I raised her… but I'm the one who saved her.That's a burden I carry.
She tries to assert her independence… pushing against me…I know it's selfish but that fear… it makes me protective to the point of obsession.I want to shield her from everything.
Yoongi sighed, rubbing his face. Tired… tired of carrying the weight of the past… the constant battle… letting go… holding on…I'll never stop being her protector. Not as long as I live. Not as long as I love her.
She'll always be the girl I found in the rain. The girl who needed saving.
The rain, cold wind, fear… I couldn't remember warmth, safety, or hope. I was running—from the horrors… from a place that was meant to care for me…
Then, he appeared. Yoongi. His figure, a beacon, his hand outstretched, his voice…"You don't have to go back," he said. "You're coming with me."
It wasn't just an offer. It wasn't a request. It was a promise. A promise that, in that moment, I couldn't fully comprehend but felt with every trembling fibre of my being. A promise that he would not let me face the world alone, that I wouldn't have to face the darkness of my past ever again.
I remember staring at his hand for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure if I could trust him, unsure if I could believe that someone—anyone—could actually protect me. The fear that had been gripping me for so long made it hard to think clearly. With shaky hands, I reached out. My fingers brushed his, and in that fleeting touch, I felt the first spark of warmth I had in so long. I didn't know where he was taking me, or what the future would hold. But in that moment, I knew one thing for certain: I was not alone anymore.
He didn't let go of my hand.
He was my protector. Not just shelter from the rain. He was saving me from the broken pieces inside myself. His unwavering care…
He didn't force me to talk, didn't demand answers. He just... was there. Steady. Constant. Every time I looked up, his eyes were on me, watching over me with a protective intensity that both terrified and comforted me at the same time.
I was no longer just a scared, helpless girl in the rain. I was someone worth protecting. And it was because of him. Yoongi.
From that night on, my life had changed. Not just because he had taken me off the streets, but because he had offered me something I had never known before: hope. A future. And most of all, the chance to heal.
He had made a promise in that rainstorm, and for the next ten years, he had kept it. No matter the cost. No matter the obstacles. Yoongi became my protector, my saviour, and the one person I could always rely on. And no matter how much I grew, no matter how independent I became, Yoongi would always remember that night—the night he reached out and took my hand, offering me the safety and love I had never known.