Min Yoongi

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Yoongi was used to living by a schedule: meetings, contracts, phone calls. He even tried to squeeze in family holidays.

On his daughter's birthday, he promised to return early. But the deal dragged on, and now he stood in the hallway in a suit, ready to leave for an evening meeting. The girl, in a smart dress, held his tie and looked silently at her father, as if afraid he would leave again.

Yoongi wanted to explain that he had to leave, but he couldn't find the words. Jimin entered the hallway with a gift basket. Seeing them, his smile faded. "You promised to be with her today," he reminded quietly.

Yoongi looked away. Jimin didn't blame him, but the weariness in his voice betrayed it: he'd seen the girl waiting for her father too often, only for him to return when she was already asleep. "Just fifteen minutes," Jimin said. "At least stay for the cake."

Yoongi glanced at his watch, then at the small hand clutching his tie. He turned off his phone, knelt down, and listened to his daughter's story about the holiday painting. She smeared cream on his jacket, and he only laughed.

Jimin placed the basket on the table and remained nearby. When the girl dozed off in Yoongi's arms, he looked at her peaceful face. "Let everything I built crumble. I don't want to miss her growing up again."