The journalists were still settling into their seats when the door at the far end of the conference hall opened.
Their conversations stopped almost immediately.
The chairman entered first, followed by Min Yoongi and his manager, Kwon Dae-sung. Two bodyguards walked behind them.
Cameras began flashing as soon as the three men appeared. Some journalists stood up, while others raised their hands, trying to get Yoongi's attention before he had even reached the table.
Yoongi walked calmly towards the podium. He wore a black suit over a white shirt, with his hair neatly styled. His expression was serious, and he barely acknowledged the cameras.
The chairman took his seat beside him, while Kwon Dae-sung sat on his other side.
The bodyguards remained standing nearby.
"Mr. Min! Mr. Min, is the woman in the photographs your girlfriend?"
"Are you planning to get married?"
"How long have you been dating her?"
"Is it true that she's pregnant?"
"Why have you kept your relationship a secret from your fans?"
Questions came from different directions, one after another.
The journalists were clearly eager to get answers, and the noise in the room grew louder.
The bodyguards moved closer to the front, trying to prevent reporters from crowding the table.
Kwon Dae-sung stood up and adjusted the microphone in front of him.
"Please, everyone. We understand that you have questions, and we will give you the opportunity to ask them. However, we have only twenty minutes for this session. I ask that you remain calm and allow each person to speak before asking another question."
The room gradually became quieter.
"The floor is now open."
Several hands went up immediately.
Han Mi-rae, the entertainment reporter who had discussed the photographs with her colleagues before the conference began, was among the first to raise hers.
Kwon Dae-sung pointed in her direction.
"Yes. You may go ahead."
She stood, holding her microphone.
"Good morning. My question is directed at Mr. Min Yoongi. Who is the woman in the photographs, and what is her relationship with you?"
Yoongi leaned slightly towards his microphone.
"She is my girlfriend."
For a moment, the entire room went silent.
The journalists looked at one another, apparently surprised by how directly he had answered. Cameras continued flashing, capturing his expression.
About ten seconds passed before the questions started again.
"Mr. Min, how long have you been together?"
"Did you meet before or after your military service?"
"Is she a celebrity?"
"Are you planning to marry her?"
"Can you tell us her name?"
The questions came so quickly that it was difficult to distinguish one from another.
Yoongi remained seated for a moment before standing.
"Please, one at a time."
His voice was calm, but firm enough to get their attention.
The journalists gradually settled down.
Yoongi looked around the room before speaking.
"I know everyone is curious about our relationship, so I'll tell you a little about how we met."
He paused briefly.
"We met at a club. We started talking, and eventually, we got to know each other better. At the time, she was going through a difficult period because of a heartbreak."
A few journalists began writing in their notebooks.
"I didn't expect that meeting to lead to what we have today. One thing I remember clearly is how surprised I was when I found out she was an ARMY."
A small smile appeared on his face.
Some of the journalists noticed it immediately. His expression had softened while talking about her, and even though he was standing in front of several cameras, he seemed comfortable sharing that particular memory.
"She was a fan?" one journalist asked.
Yoongi nodded.
"Yes. She was."
A few people chuckled softly.
"Did she know who you were when you first met?" another journalist asked.
"She knew who I was," Yoongi replied. "But we didn't start our relationship because I was a member of BTS. We got to know each other as two people."
Han Mi-rae raised her microphone again.
"Mr. Min, is she the first person you've publicly acknowledged as your girlfriend?"
Yoongi looked in her direction.
"I don't want to compare her with anyone. What matters is that she's someone important to me, and I don't want to hide our relationship anymore."
The journalists continued writing.
Another reporter raised his hand.
"Mr. Min, the photographs have also attracted attention because of her pregnancy. Can you confirm whether the woman in the pictures is expecting your child?"
Yoongi nodded.
"Yes. She's pregnant."
The room became quiet again as the journalists waited for him to continue.
"She's seven months pregnant, and we're expecting twins. A boy and a girl."
Several journalists exchanged surprised looks.
"Twins?" someone repeated.
Yoongi nodded once.
"Yes."
"Congratulations, Mr. Min!"
"How are you feeling about becoming a father?"
"Have you already chosen names for the babies?"
"Does your family know about the pregnancy?"
The questions began coming from different parts of the room again.
Yoongi waited until the noise had reduced before speaking.
"I'm happy. We're both happy, and we're looking forward to welcoming our children."
He glanced briefly at the chairman and then returned his attention to the journalists.
"I understand that you have many more questions, but I won't be discussing every detail of our private lives here."
Han Mi-rae raised her hand once more.
"Mr. Min, does this mean you intend to marry her?"
Yoongi looked at her.
"I won't be discussing our future plans today. I've answered the questions concerning our relationship and the pregnancy. I hope everyone will respect our privacy."
He adjusted his jacket.
"That's all I'll say for now. Thank you."
Before anyone could ask another question, Yoongi stepped away from the table and walked towards the exit.
Kwon Dae-sung quickly stood and followed him. The chairman also rose from his seat, while the bodyguards moved ahead to clear the way.
The journalists immediately began calling after Yoongi.
"Mr. Min, just one more question!"
"Are you planning to introduce her to your fans?"
"Can we know her name?"
"Mr. Min!"
But Yoongi did not stop.
He walked straight out of the conference hall, followed by his manager, the chairman and the bodyguards.