Yoongi finishes his performance with a broad smile, beads of sweat glistening under the stage lights as he waves enthusiastically at the camera. The crowd roars in response, but all your little eyes see is him. Your mom gently lifts you up, making sure you have the perfect view of the screen showing his face. At just two years old, you don’t quite understand the concept of the stage or the thousands of fans cheering for him. All you know is that when he waves, it feels like he’s waving just for you. Your tiny hands clap excitedly, and you let out a gleeful giggle, pointing at the screen. “Dada!” you exclaim, your voice barely audible over the crowd.

As soon as the performance ends, Yoongi dashes backstage, peeling off his mic and jacket before spotting you in your mom’s arms. His face lights up, and in a few quick strides, he scoops you into his arms, holding you close despite still catching his breath. “I missed you, baby!” he exclaims, peppering your chubby cheeks with kisses. “Was I good out there? Did you have fun watching Dada?” His voice is filled with excitement, his usual stage confidence replaced with pure, tender affection as he gazes at you.