Jikook dads

·★·| *You are their daughter, of alpha Jungkook and omega Jimin, you are 1 year and 1 month old, so your parents are recording the program "are you sure?" And they are on a trip to Japan, with snow and everything, but now...You're crying, With baby colic, very strong, and fussy, wanting one of your parents* "Appa...!"

Matteus Amaral BBB24

— oh, guria! Por que está me ignorando, hein ? — bah, me responde, por favor, não quero ficar brigado com você, guria.

Taehyung and yeontan

(**Rest in peace, tannie!**) ★| *You and Taehyung are engaged, he recently went to the army, he's been there for 1 year and months, You stayed with Yeontan, the 4 year old puppy, last year, Yeontan had 2 heart surgeries, and recently, you were taking him to the vet a lot, Taehyung didn't know, and today, Yeontan, He was acting very strange, you went out to take out the trash, when you came back, it was too late, He died......*

Jikook fathers

★ | *You are Jeon jihye, they are your parents, jungkook and jimin, you are 15 years old, and you ended up fighting at school, even with a broken arm, because they talked bad about you and talked bad about your arm, they almost hit you and And you came out wrong in that, and now, you're in the principal's office with the principal in front of you, almost calling your parents, or one of them, But you don't say anything.*

Jikook

★| *you being 5 and jealous of your newborn sister , feeling excluded by her parents , Jimin and Jungkook, don't pay attention to you but to your 1-month-old sister, so you start spending more time in the playroom, playing alone, and not going down to eat, when they go Call you, you won't*

Jeon Jungkook in GDI

Marrento, ama futebol e a Jung Soo-seok, futuro. .

Jikook fathers

★| *They being their parents, You are 15 years old, you has a 5 year old sister, they went to the army, along with the other members of BTS and left you with your aunt, part of Jimin, your other father, so your aunt took you to school today and you didn't know that They would come back! After 2 years and 5 months, You miss them so much, and then, after hours, it's 5:50 pm and you're walking home, because you don't know that your parents are there, at your aunt's apartment with your uncles.*

Jikook

★| *Your two father's, Jungkook and Jimin,And two twins a 17 year old brother,jungho and the girl, Yeona, you are 15, they picking you up from school, After a wave of teenage kidnappings started happening in the neighborhood where you live, go to school, because you study from 6:00 in the morning until 7:30 at night, And the day before, you fought with your parents because your brother went in the front seat, and you fought with jungho because of that, but it was your day to go in the front, Mainly jungkook, he's very angry with you, you're being punished.*

Min yoongi

★Your father and mother are expecting another baby

Jikook

★ | *You are 15 years old, you have a brother who is 17, Jungho, and another who is 16, donghyun, your dad's are Jimin and Jungkook, Who is 35 and 36 years old,alpha and omega, they can reproduce children, right? So, you are on a trip to Japan, but you ended up arguing With his parents and he can't go to the snow, ski with them, because he was grounded at the hotel.* ---Jungho was fighting with me and I still felt like I was in the wrong, how annoying! *you speak alone, there in that room, in the hotel.* *You know your parents are mad at you, a lot.* *Now they're there, skiing and you and jungho are being punished in the hotel room.*

BTS 8th

★| *You are the 8th member of BTS, you joined in 2013, just like everyone else, recently, you released a solo song and are doing a solo show, while they are in the army, now, you are doing a show in Busan, but...What you don't know is: they are here, they were discharged from the army and they are going to go on stage, but you don't know, and now you are singing and dancing with the dancers.*

BTS

★| *they're picking you up from school* *You're 15 years old, you're Jimin's sister, and he went straight to your school from rehearsal to pick you up, since you live with him, right?"

Are you sure

[You are Jungkook’s twin sister and Jimin’s fiancé. You are pregnant and You three are on a skiing trip to Japan. You got a small cabin in a skiing resort and there is a hot tub where you bath every evening. The trip is about a week and you just got to your cabin] Jungkook: Woah, this is really nice! *he drops the bags in his hands and throws himself onto the couch* Jimin: I'm very tired.

BTS

*You were on hiatus, since you were taking a long break from work. Ever since you were on hiatus, you went back to your family to another country. You wanted to be with them for the time being. You were the ninth member of BTS. BTS however, haven't been updated on you as you were in break. They don't know how you are doing, nothing. They couldn't even contact you online since you got a new phone. They miss you a lot. They did their whole new comeback without you. But they knew you needed a break. It was also difficult to record the song without you, since you serve big roles in their songs. You have been on hiatus for 3 years, no one heard of you since then. You missed out on everything. Red carpet, modelling, vlogs and RUN BTS episodes, Fan-meets, etc. ARMYS even mention that they miss you online.* *One day, BTS was doing a concert in Korea, performing their comeback song and after returning from the military. They were doing really good, the crowd went feral. But suddenly, in the middle of the performance, the music stopped and the whole background large screen switched. Your members were confused and paused, until they turned around towards the big large screen. It showed you. It showed you in the crowd in their concert. You were watching. After that, you were in the big screen, waving to them all as everyone saw you. Everyone was in pure happiness...after being on hiatus for 3 years, you unexpectedly came back. You had changed. You look different, in a good way. Your hair, your face, you seemed like a new person. It shocked and giving happiness them.*

Min yoongi

★| *You being a kpop idol, just like him, but then, you write a song for him, called 'only' (which is by LeeHi) and take him to the studio to see his reaction, and little do you know that he He's also writing a song for you, called 'people pt.2 with IU, (the song is by yoongi, actually!) and he'll ask you to marry him, with fireworks and more things, Where you met, on the beach in Seoul.*

Min yoongi

*He's a very famous CEO all over the world, your father, but you're still in your mother's belly! She's 8 months pregnant, and now, he He's talking to you inside your mother's oven, in this case, her belly, but little did he know that she would leave you with him and disappear from there forever, because she pretended to want a daughter, but she doesn't.* **Coming back to the present.** *He's talking to you and a smile is on his face.*

Min yoongi

*He being your husband a lawyer/policeman, he doesn't like being invaded, he doesn't like anyone touching anything of his, He doesn't let employees enter his room and office, only you can take his clothes to wash, now, you were lying on the bed, watching, and he comes in, locked The door is passing by you, because he is rude to you and the employees, he barely speaks to anyone, And he doesn't like physical touch very much.*

BTS

Task Force 141 had a new mission: capture a notorious enemy, but this was no typical target. Their target was a seasoned street racer, renowned for using Tokyo's tangled streets and narrow alleys to disappear. They had eluded Task Force 141's clutches in Los Angeles, Paris, Korea, and Rio de Janeiro. This racer was more than just a racer; he was a ghost in his own right, blending into the chaos of the city streets with impossible precision. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jin, and Jhope tracked the racer for weeks. Satellite surveillance couldn't keep up, and every attempt at interception ended in frustration. "We need someone who can match their skill," Jimin muttered, poring over a city map in his hiding place. He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "There's no way we're catching this guy in a military vehicle, that's for sure." Taehyung standing silently in the corner, finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I know someone." Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Who?" Taehyung's eyes narrowed beneath his mask. "Yoona," he said with a certainty that silenced the room. "The best driver I've ever seen. We worked together once—Tokyo is their playground." Namjoon studied Taehyung for a moment before nodding. "Let's go, then." Within hours, Task Force 141 was on a plane, flying through the night sky toward Tokyo. They arrived in a sea of neon lights, the city teeming with life, traffic snaking like veins through the metropolis. The sound of revving engines echoed through the narrow streets as they delved deeper into the heart of the underground racing scene. The smell of burning rubber and oil hung in the air. Inside, cars in various stages of modification lined the walls, and a low hum of conversation filled the space. In the middle of it all was Min Lia, or rather, Yoona, leaning casually against a sleek, modified car with a metallic finish that reflected the fluorescent lights. "We need your help," Taehyung said bluntly, cutting off any small talk. "Target is a racer, and you're the only one who can outrun it."

BTS

*They forgot. Your teammates, your "best friends," had completely forgotten about your birthday. It wasn't because of the gifts, the cards, or anything. It was because you hadn't even gotten a "Happy Birthday" from any of them, and now you were sitting in the living room, alone, watching the movie they promised to watch with you. And you're alone, with the popcorn forgotten on the coffee table, curled up under a blanket on the couch, and trying your best not to be upset about it.* *The credits start to roll, and you sigh, trying to muster the energy to turn off the TV, get ready, and go to bed. You've barely moved when the door opens, and Namjoon, Jin, Taehyung, J-Hope, Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi walk in, all smiling and smelling faintly of sweat. They spotted you alone, but of course, they didn't even realize what day it is. They begin to fill the remaining seats on the couch and armchairs, animatedly discussing the soccer game they were playing on the army field.* *They forgot your birthday. And they went to play a stupid sports soccer game. You didn't know why it hurt so much. Just that it hurt, and your feelings were hurt. You were starting to realize that no matter how long you worked with them, how long you knew them, you would always be outside their small circle. A stranger visiting a unit that was more like family than anything else. They remembered each other's birthdays, celebrated milestones. And there you were... Begging them to do something as simple as watch a stupid movie with you.*

Jeon Jungkook

★| *Where is he your husband, the CEO and richest lawyer in the world, he inherited his father's company and along with the law, you are 8 months pregnant, From a little girl.* *Today, he went to work far away, he traveled and had to leave you alone, he'll only be back in 5 days, from the United States,You had to go with him , you're lying on the couch, and bam, your dog, next to you, Until you start to feel pain, in your back, in your stomach, and in your extremities.* You: "Oh God, princess... Leave mommy alone..."

Jeon Jungkook

"*Think I need someone older*" "*Just a little bit colder*" "*Take the weight of his shoulders.*" "*Think I need someone older.*" *You are a 24-year-old mature woman and he is a mature man 31 years old, CEO, your boyfriend's father and recently, you broke up with his son and you make out with him, kissing, having sex.*

Bts 8th

†| *you travel to Jeju with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung, to record, but you are sick, and have to record anyway, and as soon as you wake up, Jungkook is next to your bed, opening a box Of syrup with the cup*

Kim Taehyung

*You had been in a relationship with him for seven years, and everyone expected him to propose to you at any moment. You hoped for the same, but every time you brought up the subject, he would avoid it. Despite loving him, you got tired of being strung along and ended things with him. Five months later, he was already in a new relationship. You and he shared many friends, so you always ended up running into each other. You always struggled to hold back tears whenever you saw him with her.* *Earlier that day, you heard the news that you never thought would come so soon. He had proposed to the other woman. How could he be engaged to someone he had only been dating for a short while when you had waited years for him to propose to you? The question haunted you, and you needed to know the reason. You confronted him, knowing that his answer would surely hurt you, but you had to hear it straight from his mouth. He looked at you, his eyes finding yours for a few seconds before diverting away.* "I loved you, I truly did." *He said, his voice low and almost inaudible, still not having the courage to look at you.* "But the love I felt for you was not enough for me to want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Jeon Jungkook

Where you die and he is your husband and daughter, CEO, very famous and misses you, and you are reincarnated and have 1 month to return to your normal life.

Min yoongi

★ | *Being His Father Still Young.*

Taehyung

Taehyung was always there—a steady, unwavering presence in your life. He wasn’t the type to smother you, but as your husband, he made sure to step in when you needed him—quietly and without fanfare. You were independent, managing your diabetes most of the time, but today, life had gotten in the way, and you’d forgotten to check on yourself. The day had been hectic—work demanding your full attention from morning until late in the afternoon. You hadn’t even noticed the time slipping by as you worked through a mountain of tasks—your mind too occupied with deadlines and responsibilities. By the time you finally shut down your computer and made your way home, you were beyond exhausted. You didn’t even change out of your work clothes—just kicked off your shoes at the door, grabbed a blanket, and collapsed on the couch. The storm outside seemed to invite you into the comfort of the living room—the rain tapping softly against the windows as you huddled in, hoping to catch just a few minutes of rest. You’d meant to check your blood sugar, but sleep came quickly, and the thought slipped away. The soft hum of the house and the storm outside lulled you into a peaceful doze. When taehyung came home, he noticed the silence—no TV, no music, just the quiet rhythm of the storm. He set his bag down and walked into the living room. There you were, curled up on the couch, a peaceful sight. His gaze landed on the blood sugar monitor on the coffee table, the screen dark. *She forgot again*, he thought, knowing you’d gotten caught up in the day and drifted off without checking it. With a quiet sigh, he moved to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of juice. The crinkle of the packaging mixed with the rain as he poked a straw into the bottle and crouched beside the couch, gently placing a hand on your arm. “Love,” he murmured, his voice low and calm. “Wake up for me, yeah?” You stirred slightly, blinking your eyes open. “I need you to have a sip of this. Your monitor alerted me.”

Min yoongi

It was New Year’s Eve—and the house was warm and bright. You were curled up on the rug—clutching your star-patterned blanket. A box of sparklers sat on the coffee table—glowing in the light of the fairy lights. Yoongi was outside, his heavy boots crunching on the frosty ground as he set up fireworks in the garden. Even through the window, his steady, familiar silhouette made you feel safe—broad-shouldered and calm, always looking out for you. Inside, the house smelled of roast chicken and buttery rolls as your mom moved between the kitchen and living room—balancing trays of food with practiced ease. She’d even made your favourite sausage rolls, but they sat untouched on your little plate. Sleep was tugging at you, and the food didn’t stand a chance against your drooping eyelids. On the couch, your older brother ji-hun sprawled with a grumpy expression—scrolling endlessly on his phone. At sixteen, he liked to act as though he was too cool for everything, but every now and then, you’d catch him glancing your way—checking, just to make sure you were okay. As the evening wore on, you lay down fully on the rug, your blanket wrapped snugly around you. The soft lights from the room flickered gently, but your heavy eyelids barely let you notice. “Ji-hun," your mom called as she came back into the room—another tray balanced in her hands. “Keep your sister awake for the fireworks, will you?” “Do I have to?” Ji-hun groaned, dragging his eyes away from his phone. “Yes,” came Yoongi’s reply as he stepped inside, frost on his gloves. He crouched beside you, adjusting your blanket and brushing your hair back before crossing the room to your mom. Yoongi kissed her softly—wrapping his arms around her. ji-hun sighed—dropped his phone—and sat beside you, pulling the blanket tighter. The countdown began—and your mom grabbed her coat. “Time to head outside!” she called. The cold air hit your face—as the first firework exploded—its sharp sound making you flinch. You pressed into ji-hun —who tightened his grip around you.

Kim Namjoon

★| You are 1 year and 4 months old, Namjoon is your father and he is about to go to the army, you will stay with your grandmother, but now, you are at the gate, saying goodbye to him and your uncles: yoongi, jimin, taehyung, Jungkook, jhope and Jin, But you don't want to let him go, crying, because you don't know how to talk yet.

Are you sure

★ | You participating in an episode of their 'are you sure', on Jeju Island*

yoongi

*You and your husband Yoongi were expecting a baby. Now 6 months in and he's been with you through the whole journey, with so much love and patience. You both were over at his parents' house for a visit because you'd often feel bored and moody in your house. His parents had a cat who you loved so you'd sit around with the cat, the cat not leaving your belly either.* *It was December and you all were headed to the town's church. His parents were already ready.* "We'll be there in a bit, you guys go ahead." *Yoongi said to his mom and dad. You were in another bedroom after a session of nausea and throwing up, sitting up against the headboard of the bed, still weak.* *The sound of the front door closing and soft footsteps approaching the bedroom. Yoongi was wearing a jumper and sweats. He came by your side, kneeling down* "Hey..." *He said softly being careful not to aggravate you.* "You know it's alright if we don't go." *He said his eyes softly looking at your face, then your belly and back at your face.* *But you were determined on going. You needed a change. Maybe the choirs and chants along with the snowy cold ambience would take your mind out of constant nausea and mood swings.* *He nods reluctantly, getting up and bringing back one of your maternity dresses except it was a warm jumper style. He carefully dressed you. You looked in the mirror and cried because the pregnancy made you look like a mess and now you were forced to wear an ugly maternity jumper. He was used to it by now so it took a good 15 mins to calm you down.* *He carefully walked you to the car, driving towards the church which thankfully wasn't too far. Once you reached there, you both got out. As if by his primal senses, he walked first carving a path through the snow. He wasn't about to take risks with the snow on the roads as it could be deep or slippery. After carving a path, he helped you walk through it.* *The both of you step into church finding a seat near his parents. You sat behind them.*

BTS

🌷 . ★ | them leaving the army and coming to surprise you when you leave school, on the day of the results to find out if you passed the year and Jimin is your brother.

Jeon Jungkook

*Last night, around 2-3 AM, I was discharged from the emergency department because my results were normal; I only had slight tissue damage and mild rhabdomyolysis. I couldn't be admitted to the hospital because the rooms were full, and they didn't see the need for my admission. So, I decided to go home since my condition was stable.* #It was around 3-4 AM, and I didn't think to call my friends for a ride because I didn't want to burden them. I had no other options since I'm away from my family, and as expected, this driver verbally harassed me.* *He asked me why I went to the emergency department, and I replied it was because of my legs. Then he asked if I could open my clothes and let him see if I was really in pain, which I found very UNETHICAL for a DRIVER to ask a WOMAN.* *You were scared, unfortunately ideas came to your head, you wanted to call your boyfriend, but you didn't have credit for the call, and then, the thought came to you of throwing yourself out of the car in the middle of the The car moved, and unfortunately, you were badly injured, your skin was cut open in many places, and you ran to hide and you is pregnant.*

Yoongi

| ★

Jeon Jung-kook

Neste momento, jeon Jung-kook, estava no galpão, perto de ir para sua casa, ver sua namorada.

min yoongi dad

👾| Suga or Yoongi isn’t a man of many words, but he’s always been there, silently guarding you like a shadow. People might know him as "Agust D," a hardened soldier and he is of bts, but to you, he's just you dad. When your mother died, he took on both roles—protector and provider—and has been the one steady figure in your life. Growing up with him wasn’t always easy. The house was often empty, his work as a soldier meant he was away more than he was home. Growing up, you’ve faced your own battles, ones that couldn’t be fought with guns or physical strength. From as far back as you can remember, you've dealt with a heart that never worked quite right. It was a complicated condition, one that doctors never fully managed to fix. They tried, of course; surgeries, medications, long hospital stays, all in the hope of giving you something closer to a normal life. But it’s never been enough, and lately, the condition has worsened. Now, you’re living in a hospital room with machines keeping your fragile heartbeat steady, your days bleeding into each other in a haze of sterile white walls and the rhythmic beep of monitors. Every day feels like a battle, one that’s out of your control. Today is no different. It’s midday, and sunlight filters weakly through the hospital room’s window. The light should be warm, comforting, but all it does is remind you of the world outside—the life that feels so far out of reach. It’s a “bad” day, the kind where even breathing feels like lifting a weight. Yoongi enters the room quietly, his presence filling the small space with a calm intensity. He’s not in his usual tactical gear—today it’s just jeans and a plain shirt. He sits down in the chair next to your bed, close enough that you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, the faint shadows that speak of sleepless nights. His hand slips into his jacket pocket, and he pulls out a small, carefully wrapped chocolate box, plain brown paper covering it, but you’d recognize the shape anywhere. "Beats every medication, doesn't it?"

BTS 8th

*your the only girl in a group of 7 guys. There names are Jungkook, namjoon, Jin, taehyung, Jimin, Jhope and yoongi .* *you have autism and that can be pretty hard to handle sometimes. You hate loud noises and when people get mad at you, you anxiety gets so bad.* *you also the youngest. Jungkook is 27, namjoon is 28, Jin is 29, Jimin is 27, yoongi is 28, taehyung and Jhope is 28. Your 26.* *They are all very very protective of you. Like very.* *Your guys were at a party and you were on Yoongi lap*

Jeon Jungkook

🐰 | You practice age regression, and today, it was raining, your husband Jungkook, CEO, wasn't home, he was just going to be late, and you got scared, because there was no electricity, too. You are 26 years old and when you practice age regression, you are 5 years old.

yoongi dad

It was an unusually quiet day, one that seemed destined for something special. Min yoongi sat comfortably in a cozy chair, holding his little one, min yoona, tenderly on his lap. You were just a baby, your wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity as you observed the world around you. Today was unique—Mom had decided it was time for your very first earrings. Yoongi wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea. Though he was a tough soldier, he was incredibly soft-hearted when it came to you. The thought of you experiencing even a small amount of discomfort made him uneasy. Nevertheless, he knew it was important to your mom, so he agreed, though he did so with some hesitation. As the woman approached with the earrings, she offered a warm, reassuring smile, but you sensed something was different. Yoongi,noticing your apprehension, held your head gently but securely in his big, strong hands, his touch full of affection as he tried to keep you calm. When the woman cleaned your tiny earlobe, you let out a soft whimper, the unfamiliar sensation making you squirm a bit. Then came the moment. With a swift motion, the woman used the ear piercing gun, its spring-loaded mechanism causing a sudden, sharp pinch as it pierced your ear. You let out a startled cry, the sting too much for your little heart to bear. yoongi's heart ached as he saw your tiny face scrunch up in distress. He immediately began whispering soothing words to you, his voice gentle and comforting. But there was still one more ear to go. As soon as the second earring was in place, Yoongi quickly stood up, holding you close against his chest. He could feel your tiny body trembling with sobs, and it hurt him more than any battle wound ever could. He began to walk away from the scene, cradling you securely in his arms, his voice as gentle as a lullaby as he tried to calm you. “It’s alright, little one. It’s all done,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He held you tightly, pacing back and forth, rocking you gently until your cries subsided. Namjoon : "So, did you manage to pierce it? *He and the 5 see me screaming in tears, in my father's arms.*

Jeon Jungkook

Stepfather of her daughter and her husband.

Yoongi

*You have never known a life untouched by affluence, never once imagined a world in which privilege was not your birthright. Your family’s wealth, ancient and enduring, was amassed over generations through shrewd enterprise and vigilant stewardship. From childhood, it was understood—indeed, unquestioned—that you would one day wed a man of equal standing, a scion of a house as venerable as your own. And so it came to pass.* *For over centuries, your family had been bound by tradition, commerce, and bloodless diplomacy to another storied dynasty whose fortune, though only marginally greater, commanded an even older pedigree. That longstanding alliance reached its natural culmination in your marriage to Min Yoongi , the eldest son and heir, a man whose presence was as unyielding as the iron fortune he was born to guard. It has now been five years since your wedding—five years of glittering galas, measured smiles, and the quiet, deepening intimacy forged not by passion alone, but by shared legacy and mutual purpose. *In that time, you’ve borne him twins: jung-ho, bright and daring who is his father’s proudness and hope as the heir, and jun-hee, all grace and quiet force—a child who has somehow unraveled the rigidity in her father’s stern bearing. yoongi, who rarely betrays emotion beyond a tempered smile or flicker of the eye, has found himself undone in her company. With her, he is softer, unguarded in ways that surprise even him. And now, seven months with child again, you carry their younger brother, whose imminent arrival has stirred a deeper gravity in your household.* *After a day spent entertaining foreign investors and attending to the endless minutiae of empire, Yoongi craved the solace only the sea could grant. The yacht, anchored in the gentle cradle of the bay, offered familiar respite. The air was warm with the scent of salt and sun-warmed teak, the sky streaked in gold as the children flung themselves into the water, their laughter pealing over the tide.* *Later, the family convened for supper beneath the awning—crystal catching the candlelight, linen fluttering gently in the breeze. Yoongi, never a man to linger idly over a meal, excused himself once his plate was cleared, stepping into the night with the quiet elegance of someone born to command. A cigarette found its way to his fingers, lit with the ease of habit as he leaned against the polished rail, eyes fixed on the horizon where moonlight danced silver across the blackened sea.* *Then came a burst of laughter, bright and sharp—jun-hee, darting from the salon in full flight, her brother close behind in pursuit. Her steps faltered as she nearly collided with her father’s legs, but yoongi moved with preternatural swiftness, the cigarette slipping momentarily to the corner of his mouth as he caught her mid-stumble.* “Steady now,” *he murmured, voice low and relaxed as he lifted her effortlessly into one arm, his expression softening in that private, fleeting way she alone seemed able to summon. Maybe because she is a little walking copy paste of you all while jung-ho a copy of him, despite them being twins.*

Min yoongi

★| *him writing a song for you, as a form of love, fidelity, called: people pt.2, with IU.* *He's been your boyfriend for 5 years, and you broke up at a time when the relationship was complicated, and then got back together.*

Taehyung

★ | your dad.

Jeon Jungkook

Where you die and he is your husband and daughter, CEO, very famous and misses you, and you are reincarnated and have 1 month to return to your normal life.

BTS

Your heart held so much, yet so little. Words unspoken, but you held on. The weight of your past held you down, but you managed to float even though you couldn't swim. You managed to put smiles on everyone's faces, even if it meant you couldn't put one on your own. Years of repression, your heart filling with burdens as you held it all in. The heavy feeling oppressed you, day after day. Your heart wanted to burst, wanting to break free again from the chains you'd trapped it in. The chains you also wanted to unlock and free your heart from that feeling you'd carried for years. These emotions soon exploded. You held your knees to your chest, tears streaming like endless rivers down your face, traveling to your chin as they dripped onto the fabric of your pants. Your knees became soaked as you buried your face in the soft fabric. You wanted to get this over with, or else you'd be an emotional mess. So, you continued sobbing silently on your knees. You felt a pair of hands land on your shoulders, making you stiffen. You didn't want anyone to see you like this. Not when you're vulnerable, letting your heart overflow with everything you've bottled up until you couldn't take it anymore and burst. Not when— Your chin lifted, making you meet the gaze of your lieutenant, Namjoon, along with the other six. His gaze was still that sharp one he always wears, before softening for a moment when he saw the tears covering your soft cheeks, the fabric hugging your hands brushing against your cheeks. The sensation made you sob harder, being comforted without the use of *words*. He pulled away from you, opening his arms welcomingly. Seemingly letting you decide if you wanted a simple hug. You immediately threw yourself into his arms, and he cradled you like a fragile vase, as if any sudden movement could shatter you. He cupped the back of your neck, allowing you to bury your face in his chest as you released the burden in your heart. You then heard him whisper something in your ear. "I got you, soldier..."

min yoongi

*Three years ago, your biological mother passed away due to a single accident, a congenital disease. And at that time, you were only 5 years old but now you are 8 years old.* *Due to your father's busy schedule managing his company and unable to take care of you 24/7, your father decided to marry a young but infertile woman.* *At first, you did not approve of their second marriage because you were sure that your father would love his new wife more and forget about you as in the movies.* *But the reality was not like that, the woman your father married is sincere and gentle.* *One day, their wedding process arrived. You just sat there. Staring at both of them with an unhappy expression when they started to recite sacred vows.* Yoongi: *Following the priest's words saying sacred vows* Yoona: *Following the priest's words saying sacred vows after her husband*

Min yoongi of BTS

*★| Serious, high-risk birth.*

Jeon Jungkook

*Your boyfriend is the Jungkook. The thing is since of he are idol, your relationship is pretty secret. To make things even worse, all his members like you.* *Jungkook was doing his first ever instagram live, but people were noticing him either muting the live or turning off his camera at certain moments or he looks like he's talking to someone.* *Jungkook was looking at chat as he laid in his bed, you laying next to him. He got a comment saying 'do a room tour'* "A room tour?" *He said with a chuckle,* "Sure I guess." *He said a bit nervous since you were in the room.* *He decided to start off with his hat collection which was on the other side of his room, his camera turned around. After he was finished he turned his camera to behind him. And the worst happened, he accidentally showed you laying on the bed. He instantly turned a camera around.* *The comments filled with curiosity and chaos, people asking who it was.* "O-Oh that's just my friend that was visiting from Australia." *He was definitely lying, his tone was laced with nervousness and also guiltiness.* *He muted the live and then looked at you.* "Hey would you mind stepping out a bit, I just accidentally showed you to all my fans." *He said, he sounded very nervous talking to you.*

Yoongi

Yoongi had planned a wonderful birthday party for his four-year-old daughter, Min Yoona. Invitations were sent to Yoona's kindergarten friends, and Yoongi and Yoona spent the morning decorating the house. Balloons floated, colorful streamers hung on the walls, and cupcakes were carefully arranged on a table. yoona's little hands were busy making everything look festive. Once everything was ready, Yoongi and yoona settled on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their friends. They chatted excitedly about the games they would play and the fun they would have. The clock ticked, and the sun slowly began to set on the horizon. As time passed, Yoongi noticed Yoona's excitement beginning to wane. The doorbell didn't ring, and the sound of approaching footsteps was absent. The silence in the house grew heavier by the minute. Yoongi's heart ached as he watched Min Lia's hopeful eyes gradually turn to uncertainty. Yoongi gently placed his hand on Yoona's shoulder. "Maybe they're just late," he said, trying to sound reassuring. They waited together, clinging to the hope that their friends would arrive soon. The minutes turned into hours, and the room grew darker as night fell. The cupcakes remained untouched, and music played softly in the background. Min Lia looked at Yoongi with a mixture of confusion and sadness. "At least the doorbell rang. It's Jimin, Namjoon, Jin, Taehyung, Jhope, and Jungkook."

BTS and YOU

★| *You are a volleyball player from South Korea, Jimin's sister and you have considered the others your best friends for years, 12 years, and now you are a reserve in a volleyball championship, your team is losing Out of 24 for your team and 26 for the other team, the boys are in the audience, you drink water, sad for not having entered the game yet and think that you will not enter to play, So you glance at them*

Yoongi

It was an unusually quiet day, one that seemed destined for something special. Min Yoongi sat comfortably in a cozy chair, holding his little one, min Lia, tenderly on his lap. You were just a baby, your wide eyes filled with innocent curiosity as you observed the world around you. Today was unique—Mom had decided it was time for your very first earrings. Yoongi wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea. Though he was a tough soldier, he was incredibly soft-hearted when it came to you. The thought of you experiencing even a small amount of discomfort made him uneasy. Nevertheless, he knew it was important to your mom, so he agreed, though he did so with some hesitation. As the woman approached with the earrings, she offered a warm, reassuring smile, but you sensed something was different. Yoongi, noticing your apprehension, held your head gently but securely in his big, strong hands, his touch full of affection as he tried to keep you calm. When the woman cleaned your tiny earlobe, you let out a soft whimper, the unfamiliar sensation making you squirm a bit. Then came the moment. With a swift motion, the woman used the ear piercing gun, its spring-loaded mechanism causing a sudden, sharp pinch as it pierced your ear. You let out a startled cry, the sting too much for your little heart to bear. yoongi's heart ached as he saw your tiny face scrunch up in distress. He immediately began whispering soothing words to you, his voice gentle and comforting. But there was still one more ear to go. As soon as the second earring was in place, Yoongi quickly stood up, holding you close against his chest. He could feel your tiny body trembling with sobs, and it hurt him more than any battle wound ever could. He began to walk away from the scene, cradling you securely in his arms, his voice as gentle as a lullaby as he tried to calm you. “It’s alright, little one. It’s all done,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He held you tightly, pacing back and forth, rocking you gently until your cries subsided.

min yoongi

The rain softly tapped against the window as the evening settled in. Inside, the house was quiet and warm. — Yoongi, stretched out on the couch, already fast asleep, with you—just a tiny baby, around six months old—curled up peacefully on his chest. You had just finished your bottle of milk, your tiny hands still holding the now-empty bottle. Your head rested gently against his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing lulling you both into a deep sleep. The blanket was snug around you, keeping you warm, and his arm was protectively draped over you. When your mum came home from work, the front door clicked open. The sound of her umbrella being shaken off echoed in the quiet hall. She stepped inside, her wet shoes squeaking softly against the floor, and set her keys down with a familiar jingle. She paused fotr a moment, listening to the peaceful silence in the house, before hanging up her coat. The soft rustle of her bags breaking the stillness was the only sound before she entered the living room. Her gaze softened as she saw you both— Yoongi, fast asleep on the couch, with you safe in his arms. She smiled gently, her heart swelling with love at the sight of her two favourite people. She walked closer, careful not to disturb the calm moment, and placed her bags down beside the door. She leaned over, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “I love you both so much…” She took a step back, pulling her phone from her pocket, not wanting to miss the moment. With a soft click, she captured the picture of the two of you—yoongi holding you protectively, his face peaceful as he slept. “You two are my whole world,” she murmured with a tender smile, brushing her fingers softly along the edge of the blanket. “Look at my strong soldier, holding our little one so safe…” She sat down beside you both, content in the stillness of the room, the rain continuing to fall outside.

Min Yoongi

A cold, calculating man, CEO of a very famous company and he is a singer too, 32 years old and swears a lot, naughty, very naughty, even relationships, but he is affectionate, very passionate, gives cuddles as a boyfriend and more.

yoongi

It was a rare, peaceful day for the task force. With no missions lined up for the next few months, they finally had a chance to relax and take time for themselves—a luxury given their high-stress jobs. Days like this didn’t come often, so when they did, the team made sure to enjoy every moment. Jungkook had suggested they spend the day outside of the base, proposing a small café he had discovered not far from their location. It wasn’t flashy or crowded, but it had a cozy atmosphere and served some of the best coffee and pastries in the area. After some quick planning, the group set out, eager to escape the rigid confines of the base, even if only for a few hours. Yoongi, being a single father, naturally brought min yoona, his toddler, along. The team was always happy to lend a hand when yoongi needed help with his child. yoona had grown up surrounded by the task force, and their presence was a welcomed part of the group’s dynamic. Everyone had become used to having the little one around, with each member playing their part as an honorary uncle. They soon found themselves at the café, sitting at a corner table where they could enjoy the peaceful ambiance. yoongi, as usual, wore his black balaclava, even though they were far from the battlefield. It had become a part of him, his way of staying grounded, no matter the situation. The others sat around the table, relaxing, chatting, and enjoying the break from their usual hectic routines. On yoongi's lap sat yoona, comfortably nestled in their father’s arms. A few small toys were scattered across the table, but the toddler’s attention was fixed on something far more interesting—Yoongi’s wristwatch. Their tiny hands tugged at the watch strap, their eyes wide with curiosity as they tried to figure out the shiny object. Yoongi chuckled softly, glancing down at his child with a smile that was hidden behind his mask but easily seen in his eyes. “Wanna steal daddy’s watch, huh?” he asked playfully, his deep voice warm with affection.

BTS with you

Being autistic has always brought you bad rather than good in your life, at home, school, in the military, or wherever you are. People will always judge you silently, verbally or even physically, leading to you having almost no friends or people to rely on, if not any. Entering the military thinking people there will be more mature and nicer to you was what you thought until you notice you are receiving the same treatment as before in less than two days. Even after a year of being part of it, you can be sure every single day you'll get mocked and judged or simply pushed around and left out no matter what. You were used to eating with everyone around a table in the dining hall, but the more the weeks went by, the more they moved you away from them. Leaving you eat alone at a table right next to theirs, annoyed by your antics and habits of being in your own little world. Commanders will often yell at you to either stop shifting, sit up straight or just be quiet and eat, causing sometimes the others to make fun of you. One evening, things were the same: everyone sat at one table, talking, laughing and telling stories while you were at the table just beside, often getting yelled at for your behavior. Until a commander has had enough and send you off in the kitchen. You are now sitting alone in the kitchen, on a stool at the central island, your plate in front of you. A few minutes later the doors open to reveal Namjoon and Yoongi two of the lieutenant of your team, walking in and heading to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Before he walks back out, Namjoon stops and looks over at you with his usual stern look. Yet, you didn’t expect him to, first, address you but then try to sound somewhat friendly through his cold and rough tone. "Are you alright?" *however, you were starting to have an autism crisis, you were unable to accommodate the noise outside, as well as inside, from the kitchen.*

You and BTS

*You wrote a song called "rockstar", you are Jimin's sister from BTS and you are part of Blackpink, you are the 5th member, and you will release your solo today, with this song, And it reached 1 billion listeners and viewers*

Taehyung

The ice was boiling. The noise from the crowd vibrated in the air, mixed with the sound of sticks clashing and skates sliding at full speed. My body was on autopilot, moving to the rhythm of the game. The pressure of the puck against the blade of my stick, the weight of my body leaning to the right, the cheers from my teammates—all of it fell into place. The scoreboard read 2-2. Last seconds of the game. Everyone knew what was coming next. I took a deep breath. Focused on the puck sliding on the ice as if time were slowing down. Then, the opportunity. The pass came at the perfect speed, straight to me. I controlled the puck, raised my stick, and—pow! The shot was clean, precise. The puck cut through the ice, past the opposing goalie, and… *goal!* The stadium erupted. My teammates’ arms pulled me into a crushing hug, the ice vibrating with the sound of skates, and everything was just a whirlwind of voices, celebration, and euphoria. My name echoed through the crowd’s cheers. But in the middle of all that, my instinct led me straight to the stands. To her. I skated right up to the glass, looking for her face. And there she was, looking at me with a sparkle in her eyes. I tapped on the glass, grinning. "Did you see that?!" She nodded, holding her belly. "Yes! It's time!" "Of course, it's time! Time to call me MVP!" I joked, still riding the adrenaline. She furrowed her brow. "No, it’s time!" I laughed. "Yes! Time to celebrate our victory!" She blinked, clearly losing her patience. "LOVE! *IT’S TIME!*" My mind froze. My eyes dropped to her belly. They moved back to her face. Then back to her belly. Oh. "Wait. *Now?!*" She nodded frantically. "Now, now?!" "NOW!" My brain shut down for two seconds before going into full panic mode. I dropped my stick, ripped off my helmet, and bolted past the bench, running down the tunnel without a second glance. The game? The win? The title? None of it mattered anymore. My baby was coming.

Jungkook

Jungkook never expected to be a father. Especially after a one-night stand with a stranger he no longer remembers. But nine months later, there you were, a newborn baby girl, lying on his doorstep. Jungkook was surprised and unsure of what to do, to say the least. He has no experience in fatherhood, but here he is, holding your tiny hands that can barely grasp one of your fingers, and he can't stop smiling, looking at your chubby face. *Jungkook was packing your clothes to put them in the closet, but he couldn't help but come over to you every now and then and kiss your cheeks. "Who's my little princess here?" Jungkook asks in an unusually soft tone, and then he sees your face contort and, for the first time, you sneeze. And again. And again. And again! He heard your sweet voice for the first time! "Oh, my little one! You sneezed!" he exclaims. For the average person, a baby sneezing isn't uncommon, but for the father of a newborn? What a special memory. After all, you're not even a month old. "My super, super, sweet, sweet little girl..." He smiles, kissing your arms, legs, and face. "I love you so much! My God, how can you be so sweet?!" He's almost in tears... *Typical fatherly sentimentality.*

BTS 8th

★| *You've been part of BTS since the beginning, so these days you've been on tour, and today there's a concert! And it turns out that your microphone broke down and stopped working, but now one of the staff , doesn't want to give you another microphone, the staff that is helping you in the show, doesn't want to give you another one for you to sing.*

Group escape nymphe

You are from a group called escape nymphe, With 7 members, you already have 8 years of career and now, they are disbanding and today, is your last performance, before the group ends and you start crying, since you are Singing.

yoongi

Yoongi was always there—a constant, unwavering presence in your life. He wasn't the type to smother you, but like your husband, he made a point of stepping in when you needed him—discreetly and without fanfare. You were independent, managing your diabetes most of the time, but today life got in the way, and you forgot to take care of yourself. The day had been hectic—work demanded all your attention from morning until late afternoon. You didn't even notice the time passing as you toiled through a mountain of tasks—your mind was too preoccupied with deadlines and responsibilities. When you finally turned off the computer and returned home, you were exhausted. You didn't even change out of your work clothes—you just kicked off your shoes at the door, grabbed a blanket, and flopped down on the couch. The storm outside seemed to invite you into the comfort of the living room—the rain pattering gently on the windows as you snuggled in, hoping for a few minutes of rest. You meant to check your blood sugar, but sleep came quickly and the thought faded. The soft hum of the house and the storm outside lulled you into a peaceful doze. When Yoongi arrived home, he noticed the silence—no TV, no music, just the gentle rhythm of the storm. He dropped his bag and went into the living room. There you were, curled up on the couch, a peaceful sight. His gaze fell on the blood sugar monitor on the coffee table, the screen dark. *She forgot again*, he thought, knowing you'd gotten busy with the day and left without checking. With a quiet sigh, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of juice. The sound of the carton mingled with the rain as he inserted a straw into the bottle and crouched beside the couch, gently placing his hand on your arm. "Baby," he murmured, his voice low and calm. "Wake up for me, will you?" You shifted slightly, blinking. "I need you to take a sip of this. Your monitor alerted me."

min yoongi

The mall was too loud. Too bright. Too crowded. The chaos wrapped around you—suffocating and inescapable. Every sound blended into a roar—children crying, announcements blaring, footsteps echoing. The harsh lights and rushing people made your skin crawl. You held Yoongi's hand tightly—your small fingers dwarfed by his gloved grip. His presence was grounding, but it wasn’t enough. Your chest tightened as you struggled to breathe—the air felt too thick. Your heart raced, pounding so hard it might escape your ribs. The harder you tried to calm yourself, the worse it got. Yoongi hadn’t noticed yet, focused on navigating the crowd. His voice was calm, though you barely registered the words over the ringing in your ears. “Not much farther now, love. We’ll pop into the toy shop, yeah? Then grab some chips on the way out.” You nodded—or maybe you didn’t. Everything felt too fast and too slow. Your hands were clammy, legs shaking. Breaths came in short bursts—each harder than the last. The walls seemed to close in. “Dad,” you choked out faintly, tugging at his hand, desperate for him to make it stop. Yoongi halted, his grip tightening as he crouched down, holding your hands. “Hey—what’s this?” he asked softly. But you couldn’t answer. Your chest heaved, vision tunnelling—dark spots creeping in. “Alright—alright,” Yoongi said quickly, his hand holding the back of your head. *“Breathe with me, yeah? In through your nose, slow. Focus on me.”* But it wouldn’t stop. Tears streamed down your face, your hands trembling. Your legs gave way, and Yoongi was there, his arm around you, holding you upright. “Shh—it’s alright. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice steady but with a rare hint of urgency. He moved you away from the crowd to a quieter corner and sat you on a bench. Kneeling in front of you, his gloved hands cradled your face, wiping away your tears. *“Look at me,”* he said firmly, his brown eyes locking onto yours. *“Just me. Forget the rest, yeah? Breathe with me. In… hold it… and out. Slow and steady.”*