Mafia Stepbrothers and their Sister

CHAPTER 18

Jin gently helped Y/N out of bed, his hands carefully supporting her as she struggled to stand. Her injury still throbbed painfully, and her face was a mask of determined discomfort. Jin looked at her with a reassuring smile. "Let’s go and have our dinner, hmm?" he suggested gently.

Y/N managed a small, grateful smile and nodded. As they descended the stairs, her heart raced with a mix of apprehension and dread. The sight of everyone already gathered in the dining room caused her pulse to quicken.

She couldn’t shake the fear that they would mock her for being so weak. Her mind churned with anxious thoughts about how they might tease her or react harshly because of her current state.

When they reached the hall, the scene that greeted Y/N was unexpectedly tender. The room was filled with her brothers, each preoccupied with their own tasks, creating a scene of normalcy that seemed so distant from the pain she felt.

Jungkook was the first to notice Y/N and Jin entering. His initial smile of greeting faltered as his gaze fell upon Y/N’s condition. His heart sank, and a look of shock crossed his face.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jungkook sprang from his chair and rushed to her side. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Y/N leaning heavily on Jin, her knee and hand wrapped in bandages, and her face streaked with tears. His breath hitched in his throat as he knelt down, his fingers trembling slightly as he inspected her injuries.

"Y-Y/N, h-how d-did this happen?" Jungkook’s voice wavered with concern and confusion. He carefully examined her wounds, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and sorrow.

Her other brothers quickly gathered around, their faces reflecting a shared sense of shock and sympathy.

Y/N looked at Jungkook with a fragile, apologetic expression. “I-I fell while coming home,” she explained softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The sincerity in her tone and the vulnerability in her eyes touched Jungkook deeply. He nodded, still focused on her injuries, his heart aching at the sight of her pain.

Seeing her so hurt and distressed, Jungkook could barely contain the surge of emotions within him. He gently took her hand, his touch tender as he examined her other wounds.

The pain in his eyes was palpable, and his voice, when he spoke again, was laced with sadness. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” His words were barely audible, but they carried the weight of his heartfelt concern.

Y/N looked down, unable to meet his gaze. She struggled to find an answer, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Jungkook’s heart clenched at the sight of her distress. He knew now that Y/N didn’t fully trust them, and it pained him deeply.

From the very first day they met in the hotel, he had made a promise to himself to care for her, to protect her as if she were his own sister. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state was tearing him apart, and the tears he fought to hold back spoke volumes of his inner turmoil.

The other brothers looked on with soft, understanding expressions, their own hearts aching for Y/N.

As Jungkook carefully helped Y/N into a chair, he noticed her soft, doe-like eyes gazing up at him with a mix of gratitude and awe.

The warmth of their concern and care was unlike anything she had experienced before, and despite the pain she was in, she felt a profound sense of happiness and comfort. It was as if, in that moment, she was cherished and protected like a  child.

Jungkook, noticing her intense stare, couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s up, Y/N? What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice gentle and curious.