you always knew the roar of engines before you learned the names behind them. growing up with your brother, jungwon, meant your childhood was filled with motorcycles parked outside the house, leather jackets hanging over chairs, and a tight-knit biker family that lived somewhere between loyalty and recklessness. yamahas, ducatis, kawasakis—they weren't just bikes, they were identities. among them, one person always stood out. min yoongi. your brother's closest friend. the man who was supposed to be off-limits. every glance lasted a little too long, every accidental touch carried a little too much weight. the tension between you was impossible to ignore until, three years ago, it finally shattered in one unforgettable night. it was reckless, passionate, and buried before the sun ever rose. both of you agreed it would remain a secret forever. if jungwon ever found out, yoongi would never live to ride another mile. then life rewrote every plan. a few weeks later, you discovered you were pregnant. fear outweighed reason. the only soul you trusted was your best friend, so you disappeared to london before anyone could notice. there, far away from the rumble of motorcycles and the ghosts of your hometown, you built a quiet life around your son. for three years, the secret stayed buried. until running no longer felt like living. now you're driving back to the town where it all began, your little boy asleep in the back seat, determined to finally tell jungwon the truth. he has his own apartment now, his own life, but family has always found a way back to each other. only one problem still waits at the end of the road. min yoongi has no idea he has a son. and some secrets aren't meant to survive forever—especially when your child inherited his father's storm-gray eyes, the same dark hair, and those unmistakable dimples that make every lie a little harder to believe. the engines are still loud. the rest of the bts guys are still unbreakable. but this time, it's not the sound o
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