Six Evil Step Brothers - Yoongi X Jungkook- Yoonkook

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The Kim mansion stood quiet under the night sky, the vast halls echoing with the distant sound of a ticking clock. The brothers had gathered for dinner, but the absence of two was keenly felt. Jungkook and Hoseok were still out, searching for any sign of Jitae, their absence casting a shadow over the evening.

Yoongi sat alone in his room, his dinner tray untouched on the bedside table. He had insisted on eating by himself tonight, using exhaustion as an excuse to avoid his brothers' concerned gazes. In reality, he couldn't bear to face them, knowing what he had done—what he had to do.

Earlier that evening, Yoongi had quietly entered the kitchen. His hands trembled as he pulled a small vial from his pocket, the weight of it almost unbearable. He stared at the liquid inside, his mind a storm of emotions. Jitae's words echoed in his head, cold and insistent.

"This is the only way, Yoongi. You want to be free, don't you? Do this, and we can be together."

He had wanted to resist, to throw the vial away and run to his brothers, confessing everything. But Jitae's hold on him was too strong, the promise of freedom and love too enticing. So, he had emptied the vial into the pot of soup, stirring it slowly until the drug dissolved completely. It was a slow-acting sedative, colorless and tasteless, that would quietly lull its victims into a deep sleep.

Yoongi had retreated to his room afterward, leaving the others to their fate. He didn't know who would eat the drugged soup and who wouldn't, and he didn't want to know. All he could do was sit in the darkness of his room, hands clenched tightly in his lap, waiting for the inevitable.

Hours passed, the house growing quieter as the drug took effect. Yoongi sat in the dim light of his bedside lamp, staring blankly at the wall. He tried to focus on the promise Jitae had made, the idea of finally being free from the pain and guilt that consumed him. But all he could think about was his brothers—their smiles, their laughter, the way they had welcomed him into their lives despite everything.

A soft knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts. Before he could respond, the door creaked open, and Jitae slipped inside, his eyes gleaming in the low light. He was dressed in black, a pair of gloves covering his hands, and he moved with a quiet confidence that sent a chill down Yoongi's spine.

"Is it done?" Jitae asked, his voice low and commanding.

Yoongi nodded, unable to find his voice. His throat felt tight, his heart hammering in his chest as Jitae approached.

"Good," Jitae murmured, a twisted smile curling on his lips. He gently touched Yoongi's face, his gloved hand cold against Yoongi's skin. "You've done well, Yoongi. Soon, we'll be free of them."

Yoongi flinched at the touch but didn't pull away. He felt numb, detached from the reality of what was happening. Part of him wanted to scream, to push Jitae away and run, but another part of him—the part that had been broken and manipulated by Jitae—wanted to please him, to do whatever it took to finally be free.

"Come," Jitae whispered, taking Yoongi's hand and pulling him to his feet. "We have work to do."

They left the room quietly, moving through the darkened halls of the mansion like shadows. Yoongi's heart pounded with each step, dread pooling in his stomach. He could barely think, his mind a haze of fear and confusion. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He had wanted to protect his brothers, not lead them to their doom.

When they reached the living room, Yoongi froze in his tracks. Jungkook and Hoseok were standing there, their faces etched with surprise and suspicion. They weren't supposed to be here—they hadn't eaten the soup, hadn't fallen asleep like the others. Yoongi's mind raced, panic setting in as he realized the plan was falling apart.