𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒔 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐅

~Ch-18~

~It’s amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces.~

The grand mansion stood silently against the setting sun, its walls holding secrets and a family divided. Inside, the atmosphere was perpetually cold and indifferent, much like the inhabitants themselves.

Y/N, a tomboy with a hardened heart, had grown used to this environment. Her mother, a gold-digging woman with eyes set on her next target, had remarried after Y/N’s father passed away.

She despised Y/N and often reminded her of it. Y/N’s stepbrothers—Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook—were equally cold and distant.

As The parents had left for Canada on business, a trip that would take them away for a month.

It wasn't unusual for them to disappear for long stretches, leaving the house in the hands of the step-siblings.

The brothers got along well enough with each other and their father, but their relationship with Y/N was non-existent.

As the university day ended, they returned to the mansion, each slipping into their own routines.

Y/N went straight to her room, a dark sanctuary where she found solace in her solitude. The room was dimly lit, just the way she liked it.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. The darkness was a comfort, a shield against the indifference that permeated the rest of the house.

In another part of the mansion, Namjoon and Yoongi were deep in their work. As members of a powerful mafia family, they were constantly gathering intelligence on their rivals.

Their room was filled with computer screens, papers, and a palpable tension. They hacked into various systems, searching for any information that could give them an edge.

Their focus was intense, their minds sharp as they navigated the digital landscape.

Down the hall, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were in the gaming room.

The room was filled with the sounds of video games and laughter, a rare pocket of life in an otherwise somber house.

The three brothers were competitive, each trying to outdo the other, but there was a camaraderie between them that provided a stark contrast to the isolation Y/N felt.

Jin, the eldest, was in his own room, buried in company work. As the one responsible for overseeing the family’s business operations, he often found himself lost in documents and spreadsheets.

His room was orderly and quiet, a reflection of his methodical nature. The weight of responsibility was heavy on his shoulders, but he bore it with a stoic grace.

Hoseok, exhausted from the day, had retreated to his room to sleep.

He lay sprawled on his bed, his breathing steady as he drifted into a deep slumber.

The peaceful look on his face was a rare sight, a brief escape from the pressures of their lives.

As evening approached, the mansion was wrapped in a deceptive calm.

But in Yoongi’s room, a sense of urgency was building. He had discovered crucial information about one of their rivals and called his brothers to discuss it.

One by one, they gathered in his room, their expressions serious.

Yoongi : We have an urgent mission

Yoongi began, his voice steady but intense.