BTS FF 7 stepbrothers in my life

Chapter two: A new school

They're really trying to get to know me. That's the problem. I can't let myself fall for it. I already know how this ends, I'll leave, like I always do. The less they know about me, the less it'll hurt when I'm gone. For them... and for me.

With that thought firmly in place, I pull a clean outfit from my suitcase and head back to the bathroom to change. I keep things simple. No distractions. No second thoughts. My plan is clear: keep my distance. Ignore them as much as possible.

I know it'll hurt them. But this is the only way I know how to leave without breaking. After getting dressed, I pack my school bag. One last check, phone, wallet, headphones, then I head downstairs.

I go straight for the kitchen. I don't want a full breakfast, just something quick. An apple. Water. Enough to get me through the morning. When I step inside, I see Namjoon and Jin. They both look up immediately, smiling like they're genuinely happy to see me. I don't return it. I walk past them.

Jin: "Good morning, sunshine. How was your first night here? Did you sleep well?"

You: "Fine... I guess."

I open the fridge, scan its contents, and grab a water bottle. Apples catch my eye, perfect. I take one and close the fridge. Slipping my backpack off my shoulder, I place it on the counter to tuck the bottle inside. I turn to leave.

Namjoon: "Where are you going? The dining room's that way, silly."

Before I can respond, he steps closer and gently takes my wrist. I stiffen, but he's already guiding me toward the dining room. Jin follows behind us, carrying plates of food. The others are already seated.

Taehyung: "Hey, Y/N! Sit next to me."

Instead, Namjoon leads me to an empty chair between Taehyung and Yoongi. He pulls it out and gestures for me to sit. I hesitate, then comply. I don't look at anyone. I pull the apple from my bag and take a bite, pretending the table full of warm food doesn't exist.

Jimin: "So, Y/N... tell us something about yourself. Like your favorite color, food, movie, stuff like that."

That's too much. Those are the kinds of things people remember. The kinds of details that make you real to them. I don't want to be real here. But my mom will notice if I'm rude.

You: "Purple. Lasagna. The Hunger Games."

The words leave my mouth quickly, flat, emotionless. The table goes quiet. When I look up, they're all staring at me like I've just dropped something fragile between us. Heat creeps up my neck. Embarrassed, I push my chair back and stand.

J-hope: "You're leaving already? We barely got to talk."

Jungkook: "You didn't even touch the food. I swear, if you eat it, you'll be blessed. Jin's an amazing cook."

You: "I'm heading to school. I'm not hungry. An apple's enough."

Jin: "We still have time. I drive everyone to school."

You: "You can go without me. I'll walk. I don't want to be a burden."

Yoongi frowns.

Yoongi: "Don't say that. You're not. Our parents would kill us if we let you walk alone."

I take a breath. Then another.

You: "They're not here. So can we just... pretend this morning went well? And at school, can we pretend we don't know each other? It's easier for me."