Suga's POV

The drive to Elysium University felt longer than usual, the city traffic a crawling beast under the afternoon sun. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my mind replaying the message Y/N had sent last week scribbled words about a dance event, her first in years. It's nothing big, Oppa. Just trying something new. But I knew better. My little sister didn't do 'new' without a reason, especially not after what she'd been through. The past hung over us like a storm cloud, fragments I pieced together from hospital reports and her withdrawn silences, but the full why of her muteness? That was a locked door, even to me.