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Yoongi chatted happily with the other members as he snapped a mirror selfie, then returned to his seat beside Seokjin and Namjoon.
Later, he scrolled through Twitter and Weverse, laughing softly at the fans’ enthusiastic reactions to the photo he had posted. After a moment, he tucked his phone away and rejoined the conversation, which had shifted to plans for when everyone completed their military service.
But the photo came up again the next day—this time, not in the way he had hoped.
He was at home, comfortably curled up on the couch with his partner, Y/n, chatting about their wedding plans for the following year, when his phone buzzed on the coffee table.
He picked it up, eyebrows furrowing as he answered.
“Hello?”
Namjoon’s voice was serious—too serious. “Hyung, can you come in for an emergency meeting? It’s about the photo you posted. You should probably bring your partner too.”
Before Yoongi could ask any questions, the call ended.
Still confused, Yoongi and Y/n quickly changed into casual clothes and headed to the company building. They walked in hand-in-hand, talking quietly until they entered the meeting room where Namjoon, their managers, and several staff members were already waiting.
Namjoon gestured toward two empty chairs beside him. Once they were seated, he asked, “Hyung, did you notice anything unusual about the photo you posted yesterday?”
Yoongi frowned, still unsure where this was going. “No? I checked everything around me before posting. I made sure it was clear.”
“You missed something,” Namjoon said, pointing to the ring on Yoongi’s finger. He then pulled out his phone and showed him posts and comments from fans who had quickly spotted the engagement ring.
Yoongi looked at the photo again, and this time, he saw it—the ring was clearly visible on his finger.
An engagement ring.
He reached over and gently squeezed Y/n’s hand.
They had always been anxious about the public discovering their relationship. Yoongi’s global fame only made Y/n’s worries worse, but they had never blamed him. Not once. Yoongi had always been loving, patient, and devoted—and Y/n was grateful they had found each other.
“There’s a lot of media attention on this now,” Namjoon said, his voice respectful. “We’ve held things off as long as we could, but we need to make a statement.”
Yoongi turned to Y/n. “What do you want to do? I’ll support whatever decision you make.”
Y/n hesitated, then spoke softly, “I’m okay with revealing it if you are. We’re getting married next year anyway. We won’t be able to keep it a secret much longer.”
Yoongi smiled, brushing gentle circles along their back. “I agree. Namjoon, would you help us write an official statement? You’re better at this than either of us.”
Namjoon nodded. “Of course, hyung. Let’s meet again tomorrow to finalize it.”
They left soon after, still holding hands as they made their way to the car—unaware that hidden cameras had captured their every move.
***
The following day, when Yoongi stepped into the meeting room, he was surprised to find Namjoon visibly upset.
“What’s going on?” he asked as he sat beside him.
Namjoon handed him a tablet. “Some photographers were hiding near the building last night. They caught footage of you and your partner.”
On the screen were photos and videos of Yoongi and Y/n standing by their car, holding hands, smiling. In one image, Yoongi kissed Y/n on the cheek before helping them into the passenger seat and driving off. His happiness was undeniable—his gummy smile was wide, and his eyes had curved into soft crescents as he talked and laughed with the person he loved.
Though Y/n’s face had been visible in the footage, it was thankfully blurred in all published content. One policy Hybe and its partner companies had managed to enforce well was the protection of non-celebrity partners’ identities, backed by strict legal threats.
“Y/n’s going to be upset when I tell them their privacy was invaded like this,” Yoongi said, his jaw tense. “Let’s take legal action. But… I’m glad they at least had the decency to blur their face.”
For the next couple of hours, Yoongi and Namjoon worked on the statement. The following day, it was posted for the world to see.
***
Hello, this is Min Yoongi, also known as SUGA of BTS.
I would like to address the photo I shared two days ago. It is true that I am in a committed relationship, and I am currently engaged. My partner and I are planning to marry sometime next year.
In light of recent events, I will be pursuing legal action against individuals who have violated our privacy. While I understand that I am a public figure, my partner is not, and they wish to keep their personal life and identity private. I respectfully ask that their privacy be honored.
Lastly, I want to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who has offered their support to us during this time. Your kindness and encouragement mean a great deal to both of us.
Thank you.
***
That evening, Yoongi and Y/n shared dinner at their favorite restaurant—the same place they had their first date. The staff knew them but said nothing, out of respect and caution after the statement’s warning about legal action over privacy invasion.
Y/n didn’t hide their face, but their nerves were still visible.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Yoongi said gently. “Once we move to the States, things will be so much better. Quieter. No one’s going to recognize me where we’re going.”
Y/n smiled at the reassurance and nodded, just as a small group of fans approached their table.
“Sorry if this is a bad time, Yoongi. I really didn’t want to be rude,” one said shyly. “But if you don’t mind, could I get your autograph? And… congratulations. Your happiness means a lot to us.”
Yoongi smiled warmly and signed everything they had, taking quick photos with each of them. The fans left, making finger hearts and giggling excitedly as they walked away.
Yoongi and Y/n laughed quietly, watching the group from their table. He caught bits of their conversation as they walked out:
“They’re so cute together.”
“I’m really happy for Yoongi. He deserves it.”
“It must’ve been so hard to go public. I respect him so much for that.”
Yoongi reached for Y/n’s hand, their fingers interlocking easily as they continued their meal in peaceful silence.
Yes, he was happy. Truly, deeply happy.
And he wouldn’t trade what they had for anything in the world.