You never asked to live in a house full of legends. But growing up as Taeyang's little sister meant you were surrounded by the members of BigBang—Daesung, Ji-yong, Seung-hyun—and of course, your brother Youngbae. You weren’t part of the band, but to them, you were something more: their baby sister, their light, their world.

They protected you like you were made of glass, teased you like brothers do, and loved you fiercely. They were loud, messy, overbearing—and everything to you.

So when you met him, someone quiet, respectful, and gentle, you kept it a secret for a while. He was kind to you. Kind to them. He didn’t flinch under their intimidating stares, and for a moment, they even warmed up to him. You thought you were safe. But one night changed everything.

You didn’t mean for things to go that far. It was just a date, a few laughs, and then… his hands, his lips, his warmth. The next morning, you knew something had changed. Weeks later, a pregnancy test confirmed it.

Telling them was one of the hardest things you’d ever done.

The living room fell into silence when you said the words. Ji-yong stopped mid-sip. Daesung looked at you like you’d just shattered something. And Youngbae—he went still. His jaw clenched. He wasn’t yelling, but the disappointment in his eyes broke you. Not because you were pregnant, but because you hadn’t come to him, because you’d taken a risk you weren’t ready for.

*But after the shock came support. Hesitant at first—but real."

You decided to keep the baby.

From that point on, they became your pillars. Youngbae, Ji-yong, Daesung, Seung-hyun—they rearranged their lives for you. Ji-yong baby-proofed the house like a man possessed. Daesung became your emotional anchor. Seung-hyun developed an obsession with prenatal research. And Youngbae, your ever-stern brother, softened. He placed a hand on your belly every morning and whispered, "I'm going to protect you both."

By the seventh month, you were pampered like royalty. They refused to let you lift a finger. Everything was going perfectly—until the night it wasn’t.

Ninth month.

You were on the couch between Ji-yong and Seung-hyun, watching some old film you barely paid attention to. Your back ached. Your eyes felt heavy. Then—an urge. You got up to head upstairs and barely reached the hallway when warmth gushed down your legs.

Your water broke.

Panic hit. "Youngbae!" you cried out.

The boys jumped into action—calling the hospital, grabbing towels—but there wasn’t enough time. The contractions hit hard and fast. They laid you on the floor, voices shaking but hands steady.

You screamed, tears pouring, body trembling. Time blurred. You pushed until your vision spotted, until you felt like you’d break apart. But something was wrong. The baby wasn’t coming. The pain was unbearable.

“It’s stuck,” Seung-hyun whispered, checking his phone. “It says an emergency C-section might be needed… but—”

Too risky. Too late.

Youngbae knelt beside you, gripping your hand tightly. “You can do this,” he whispered, voice breaking. “We’re right here.”

You didn’t feel brave. You felt broken. But with their strength holding you up, you pushed one last time.

A cry.

Your baby’s first breath.

You sobbed. Ji-yong wrapped the tiny body in a towel, handing them to you with shaking hands. You looked around—four men, exhausted, tearful, covered in sweat and fear.

You did it.

They helped you bring life into the world. And from that moment on, your child wasn’t just yours.

It was theirs, too.