This story is about seven doctor brothers and their 13-year-old sister, Y/n. Y/n is intelligent and stubborn, the youngest in the family. Despite her brothers being doctors, she is scared of hospitals. Each brother specializes in a different field...
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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. As always, you were still buried under your blankets. Just then, the door creaked open, and Jin tiptoed in, followed by the rest of the boys.
Jin: (whispering, keeping finger on his mouth) "Shhh. Time to wake the princess."
J-Hope nods, holding a tray of cheesecake. Jimin holds a box of confetti. Jungkook has a guitar, and Taehyung clutches a stuffed bunny.
Namjoon: (mouthing) "On the count of three. One...two...three!"
Everyone: "Happy birthday, Y/n!"
Y/n: (groans, burrowing deeper under your blankets) "Five more minutes...Oppa"
Jimin: (laughing, pulling the blankets off you) "Oh no, you don't. Wake up, dumpling!"
Taehyung: (placing the stuffed bunny next to you) "Look who came to wish you a happy birthday, baby."
Jimin: (sprinkling confetti over your head) "Look at you, birthday girl!"
Y/n: (rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up) "What's going on?"
Jungkook: (strumming the guitar lightly) "Happy birthday, princess! We brought you cake."
Namjoon: (sitting at the piano) "And some entertainment."
Jin: (sitting beside you) "You have school today, but we wanted to make sure you started your day with a smile."
Y/n: (eyes lighting up as you see the cheesecake) "Thanks, Oppa. (takes a bite of the cheesecake) This is so good!"
Suga: (standing back with a camera, snapping a few pictures) "Always clumsy."
J-Hope: (handing you a glass of orange juice) "Alright, let's eat and get ready. School's not going to wait."
Y/n: (giggling) "Okay."
Jungkook: (strumming on the guitar) "How about a birthday song? One, two, three..."
The room fills with music as RM joins in on the piano, and the rest of the boys sing a heartfelt birthday song.
Taehyung: (hugging you from behind) "What gift does my baby sister want?"
Y/n: (without second thoughts) "Just spending time with you all is the best gift."
As you finished your sentence, nostalgia hit you. You glanced at the framed photo on your desk—a candid shot of your parents smiling together. Next to it, the calendar stood, today's date circled in red. But you didn't need the mark to remind you; this day was impossible to forget. It wasn't just your birthday—it was also the day your parents had died.
For a moment, your smile faded. You thought about them, remembering how you had always blamed yourself. If you hadn't been so stubborn that day, asking them to come home early for your birthday, maybe they'd still be alive. For years, you refused to celebrate your birthday.
