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