Accidentally Yours

The festival bloomed like a dream. Lanterns floated above the streets, swaying gently with the night breeze, and the air smelled of roasted chestnuts, sweet rice cakes, and spiced wine. Music spilled from every corner — drums and flutes weaving a melody that carried laughter higher into the night sky.

Among the bright colors and glowing joy, shadows of whispers still thrived.

Yoongi arrived with Hobi at his side. For years, he had walked these streets alone, but tonight his hand brushed deliberately against Hobi’s, fingers curling tight. Hobi startled at first, then softened, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in something fragile but real.

The crowd’s reaction was immediate.
“Yoongi brought him?”
“After all this time—”
“Didn’t he leave him?”

But Yoongi didn’t flinch. His gaze was steel, daring anyone to question him. For the first time in years, they weren’t ghosts circling each other — they were here, together, alive.

A little further, Taehyung walked alone, silver silk wrapped around him like moonlight. His smile brightened when he spotted Jin and Namjoon among the council families.

“Hyung!” Taehyung greeted cheerfully, ignoring the judging eyes that followed him. He reached for Jin first, hugging him gently, then gasped with exaggerated shock as his hands brushed over Jin’s belly.
“Don’t tell me—you’re glowing! Hyung, you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Jin flushed pink, smacking Taehyung’s arm lightly. “Aish, you little brat. News travels too fast.”

Namjoon chuckled, his hand protectively resting on Jin’s waist. “You can’t hide something like this from Tae. He notices everything.”

Taehyung grinned, eyes softening. “Congratulations, hyung. You’ll be the best parent — again.”

Before he could say more, a familiar warmth pressed against his side.
“Tae!” Jimin appeared, dressed in rich blues, cheeks flushed from excitement. His hand slipped easily into Taehyung’s, as he always had since childhood.

“You look beautiful,” Jimin said sincerely, his eyes shining. “But… I need to tell you something.”

Taehyung tilted his head. “What is it, Minnie?”

Jimin bit his lip, hesitant, but then words tumbled out in a rush. “I’m in love.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, a smile breaking free. “You are? With who?”

Jimin’s cheeks turned crimson, but he whispered anyway. “Jay Park.”

Taehyung blinked once. Twice. Then he burst out laughing, pulling Jimin into a tight hug. “Minnie, you’re serious? The Jay Park?”

“Yes!” Jimin groaned, hiding his face in Taehyung’s shoulder. “Don’t tease me—”

“I would never,” Taehyung teased, though his grin gave him away. “I’m so happy for you.”

Their laughter warmed the air — but then, like a cold blade slicing through music, a sharp voice cut in.

“So this is what our festivals are reduced to? Impure omegas flaunting themselves like they belong?”

An elder alpha stepped forward, his hair silver, his voice loud enough to silence the crowd. His eyes locked on Taehyung, burning with disdain.

“You bonded without ceremony. Without witness. Without honor,” he spat. “And you dare walk among us as if you are equal? Just because you mated with the so-called leader does not change what you are. You are still filthy.”