Every empire has its breaking point.

And sometimes… it’s a whisper that turns into a war.

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Scene 1: The Headlines Explode

You woke up to a storm.

“BREAKING: Aahana Min Yoongi—Not His Biological Daughter?”

“Legacy Insider Claims Idol Wife Hid True Father’s Identity!”

Photos. Timelines. Fabricated voice notes.

They painted you as the manipulative wife.

Yoongi as the fool.

And Aahana as an illegitimate pawn.

Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

Yoongi stood frozen, phone in hand, lips pressed in fury.

“He leaked it. Raayan leaked everything. Including faked DNA.”

“He’s trying to ruin us,” you whispered.

“No,” Yoongi growled. “He’s trying to erase her.”

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Scene 2: The Threats Begin

Within hours, the hate poured in.

Emails. Messages. DMs.

“Go back to your country.”

“Liar. Whore.”

“Your child is a stain on his name.”

Aahana, hearing murmurs, clung to your leg.

“Why are they mad, Amma?”

You hugged her tight.

“Because they don’t know your truth. But they will.”

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Scene 3: Live on National TV

Yoongi called for a press conference.

You wanted to stop him.

He refused.

“They came for my family. Now I remind the world who I am.”

The room was packed. Cameras flashing.

He held Aahana’s hand. You sat beside them.

He stepped up to the mic.

“This is my daughter. Blood or not—she carries my name, my music, and my soul.”

“But since some of you care more about proof than love—here.”

He pulled out a folder.

Real DNA results. Sealed.

“She is mine. Every cell. Every heartbeat.”

The room fell silent.

Yoongi turned to the cameras.

“If you ever question that again…

Make sure you’re brave enough to say it to her face.”

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Scene 4: The Turning Tide

The hashtag #AahanaMinYoongi trended worldwide.

ARMY flooded the internet:

“Family is more than blood.”

“Protect them at all costs.”

“We believe Yoongi.”

Even idols across companies stood in support.

Raayan’s planted scandal?

Backfired. Badly.

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Scene 5: The Private Victory

Back home, Yoongi sat beside Aahana, brushing her hair.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He looked at you.

Eyes tired. Voice quiet.

“I’ve always been her father. But now the world knows it too.”

You touched his hand.

“You didn’t just protect her today…

You protected the little girl I used to be. The one no one ever believed.”

He kissed your forehead.

“They believe now.”

Outside, the wind howled—

But your home was warm. Untouched. Unbreakable.