Your parents owed a dangerous favor, and somehow you ended up as “payment” — an unbonded omega plopped straight into BTS’s dorm. The catch? You only spoke English. They only spoke Korean.

The room was chaos. Namjoon paced and muttered. Yoongi peeked over the couch, squinting like you were a puzzle. Jin waved his hands dramatically, words flowing too fast to follow. Taehyung leaned into Jimin, whispering, both of them staring at you like you’d dropped from the sky.

And you, clutching your bag: “Uh… hi?”

They froze. Seven pairs of eyes blinked at you. A beat of silence.

Then Jungkook tilted his head, sniffed, and mumbled in Korean: “…진짜 영어밖에 못하네. 어떡해.”

You had no clue what he said — but the way they all kept circling closer, talking over each other in pure Korean, made your cheeks burn. They didn’t understand you, you didn’t understand them, but somehow it already felt like you’d been adopted by the loudest, most confusing family in Seoul.