It’s a quiet Sunday morning. You’re in the kitchen, flipping pancakes like a domestic goddess, when your kid looks up from their cereal and asks, “Mom, how did you meet Daddy?”

You pause mid-flip. “Well… uhm… it was during my vacation in South Korea,” you begin, keeping your tone sweet and innocent. “I was exploring the city, and then your dad—”

Before you can finish, the bedroom door creaks open. In walks Taehyung, coffee in hand, leaning against the doorframe with that you’re not getting away with this look. “Liar,” he says. “You kidnapped me during the concert.”

Your kid’s jaw drops so fast you’re afraid it might hit the table. “WHAT?!” they squeak.

You scoff, flipping the pancake a little too aggressively. “It wasn’t kidnapping. It was… an unexpected relocation.”

Taehyung takes a long sip of coffee, clearly enjoying this. “She grabbed my arm, yelled ‘MINE!’ in front of thousands of people, and dragged me out the back door. I was still holding a microphone.”

You point the spatula at him. “I call that decisive action.”

He grins. “Security thought you were my bodyguard. Until you shoved me into a taxi and told me to duck every time we passed a streetlight.”

Your kid looks between the two of you like they’re watching the most chaotic episode of a sitcom. “So… this is real?”

You slide a pancake onto their plate and smile. “Yep. And it’s why you exist. So… you’re welcome.”

Taehyung laughs, kissing the top of your head as he passes. “Best kidnapping ever.”