I believe in family!

*Mackenzies pov

"Is your father in the music business too?" I query

"No" comes his answer.

"What did he tell you? How does he know me then?" I ask

Yoongi sits down opposite me again, head hanging, and looks up at me through his lashes. My god, he is so beautiful! He really is. He disregards my question and instead says,

"I believe in family. I believe the family unit is the most important thing in the world, husbands should protect and cherish their wives, putting them above all else, wives should do the same. Unfortunately my father does not hold the same views. 5 years ago my mother found out my father had had an affair years before. She was heartbroken and threw him out. She never recovered from the hurt and the shame, and 6 months later she took her life, jumping from the Incheon bridge."

He looks down again, tears threatening to spill down his face. He swipes at his eyes with his sleeve to dry them. The pain on his face unbearable. I cross the room and sit beside him. I put my hand on his and tell him how sorry I am.

He scoffs and pulls his hand away from me.

I'm a little surprised, but accept his reaction. Loss affects everyone in different ways after all.

He continues. "I didn't talk to my father for 18 months after my mother's death. I couldn't. All I could see was that she was dead because of him and his tart! I was in a very dark place. I wrote so many songs to try and make sense of it all. They were all so angry, full of venom and vitriol, none were suitable for recording, but the process helped me come to terms with things. I realised that my father wasn't solely responsible for my mother's death. His tart should also be held accountable. I vowed to make her pay too. The night I first met Shaun, at that awards show was the first time I had seen my father. I invited him along as an ice breaker, figuring we might be able to get back on track if we spent some time together"

"That makes sense" I say. "I'm so sorry Yoongi, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to lose your mother"

"I didn't LOSE her!!" he shouts "she was taken from me by my father and his bitch! Well... that's how I felt at the time"

"I can't say I know how you feel because I have never suffered such tragedy, but I do understand why you felt the need to place blame" I tell him

"That night at the awards show my father recognised you, I needed to know how. He is not in the music business. As far as I knew there was no reason for him to know you. He looked like he had seen a ghost" he remembers out loud.

"He said he had met you 16 years before, in London" he says simply

I go cold. Realisation settling inside me.

It can't be....

"Yoongi, what is your fathers name?" I ask, my palms clammy, a cold sweat coming over me.

He fixes me with a stare, has another swing of his drink and says "My fathers name is Min Jae-in..... he is the South Korean minister of Foreign affairs"

I see black....