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    BTS: Idol Famous Group

    Introduction:

    1. RM (Namjoon) – BTS’s leader. Cold, commanding, a strategist behind every move.

    2. Jin (Seokjin) – Ice prince. Beautiful, distant, and doesn’t entertain nonsense.

    3. SUGA (Yoongi) – Quiet and intense. Observes everything, speaks only when necessary.

    4. Jay – Striking, reserved, always flawless. The fourth member, known for his sharp visuals and quiet mystery. Taehyung’s boyfriend.

    5. J-Hope (Hoseok) – Calm fire. Always in control, smiles without warmth.

    6. Jimin – Angelic looks, devilish silence. Cold when needed, sharp when crossed.

    7. V (Taehyung) – Slow, steady, lethal. His love for Jay is silent but dangerous.

    8. Jungkook – The youngest with the coldest glare. Speaks with eyes, not words.

    Shopping Mall Showdown

    The luxury mall pulsed with whispers and flashes. BTS walked through like they owned the air—heads low, glasses on, too cold to approach.

    Jay walked just ahead, perfect in all black. The press of fans stayed behind the ropes—until one didn’t.

    A girl broke through.

    She ran up, flung her arms around Jay from behind.

    “Jay! Daddy!” she shouted, eyes wide with thrill.

    Security shouted. Cameras flew up. The world spun for a second—then froze.

    Taehyung was in front of her before she could breathe again. He gripped her wrist, pried her off, slow and deliberate.

    His voice was calm. Sharp.

    “He’s my Daddy. Not yours.” “Only I get to call him that. No one else. Ever.”

    The girl, still defiant, lifted her chin. “You don’t own him.”

    Taehyung’s stare didn’t flinch. “Oh, but I do.” He stepped closer. “You think a nickname gives you a piece of him? I live in his space. I wake up to his voice. I know him. You just dream about him.”

    Jay stayed still—watching. Not stopping him.

    The girl scoffed. “That’s unhealthy.”

    Jin’s voice cut through, dry and lethal: “What’s unhealthy is thinking you matter here.”

    Yoongi didn’t look up. “Someone drag her out before Taehyung does something public.”

    Jungkook stepped forward. Just one step. That was enough.

    The girl hesitated—then finally backed off as security grabbed her.

    Jay finally turned toward Taehyung, slid a hand into his pocket and leaned in close, voice low: “You’re the only one I’d let say that.”

    Taehyung didn’t reply. He just took Jay’s hand—tight—and didn’t let go until they were back in the van.