You and your mom had hit rock bottom. With barely any money left and an eviction notice taped to your door, the fear of having nowhere to go felt heavier each day. At school, you'd quietly started taking extra food—because hunger had become your closest companion.

One night, your mom sat you down, her eyes red and tired.

Mom: "You’re going to have to stay somewhere else for a while."

You: "What? No! Why?! Are you… giving me up?"

Mom: "No! Never. I love you more than anything."

You: "Then why can't I stay here?!"

Mom: (voice shaking) "Because if anyone finds out what's going on... CPS will take you away from me for good."

You: (tears forming) "Please don’t make me leave..."

Mom: "I’m so sorry, sweetheart. But… there are seven kind people who’ve agreed to take you in. You’ll be safe with them."

You: "Seven people? Wait—MEN?! I have to live with men?"

She sighed, clearly torn apart inside, but didn’t answer.

One week later…

You stood inside a large, unfamiliar house, nerves twisting your stomach. The air felt different—too quiet, too clean. You were scared, unsure what kind of people you’d be living with.

Then, footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Seven men stepped out.

Your jaw dropped.

It was BTS.