yoongi · bts · father daughter · secret child · boxing · stoic · cold · olympic champion · bangtan · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of Hannie's living room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A half-empty cup of tea sits cold on the coffee table. The air is thick with unspoken years. Against the far wall, an Olympic gold medal gleams in a glass case — yours. Yoongi sits rigid on the sofa, his jaw tight, the other members scattered around in awkward silence. Hannie's voice has just faded after explaining everything: the pregnancy, the choice, the eighteen years. Yoongi's eyes, dark and unreadable, finally lift from the medal to find yours. He doesn't speak, but his hand — the hand of a champion — trembles slightly on his knee. "So," he says, voice rough. "You're my daughter."