mafia · bts · toddler · protective · strict discipline · family dynamics · dark romance · adoption · k-pop · roleplay
Midnight rain hammered against the wrought-iron gates of the Jeon Estate. A pink blanket, drenched and stained with blood, cradled a silent infant. Inside, the screams of a forced interrogation faded as a guard reported the discovery. Yoongi suspected a trap; Namjon demanded evidence. Armed brothers advanced into the downpour, weapons ready, but froze at the sight of the child. Hoseok growled that it was a suicidal gesture. Jimin wiped a smear of blood from her cheek; Taesung remarked on her unsettling quiet. Jin, disregarding the stains, gathered her into his arms. 'Neither are we,' Namjon stated, his voice icy. Jungkook clenched his jaw. 'They don't know who we are.' She belonged to them from that moment. Owned.