The Playboy

Prologue

Y/N Kim stormed into the house after a long day at school, her mood sour and her patience wearing thin. She was more than ready to retreat to her room and forget the day ever happened. However, as she stepped into the living room, she was met with an unexpected sight: her three older brothers—Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, and Kim Taehyung—were sitting on the couch, their expressions serious.

Y/N immediately sensed something was off. Crossing her arms over her chest, she raised an eyebrow at them, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. "What did I do wrong now?" she asked, her voice laced with impatience.

"Oh, well, you know what you did, Y/N! It's not nice," Taehyung replied, his tone more disappointed than angry.

"You know that violence is not an option, Y/N. You're a delicate woman, but you act like a savage," Namjoon added, his voice calm but stern, as always.

Y/N gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening as she tried to defend herself. "Are you kidding me? She deserved it! She ruined my—"

Before she could finish, Seokjin, the eldest, stood up from the couch, cutting her off with a heavy sigh. His presence commanded attention, and Y/N knew better than to underestimate him. "Y/N, give me your card," he said, extending his hand toward her, his expression leaving no room for negotiation.

Y/N's eyes narrowed in defiance. "What?! No! I'm not going to give you my credit card!" she exclaimed, standing up straighter as if to challenge him, despite the fact that Seokjin towered over her.

Seokjin's gaze remained steady, his tone calm yet dangerously authoritative. "I will give you ten seconds, Y/N. Give it to me, or I will get it myself."

Y/N felt a surge of anger bubbling inside her. She wasn't about to back down. "Try me..." she said, stepping closer and lightly hitting her head against Jin's chest in a rebellious display.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchanged a quick glance, both ready to intervene if things got out of hand. They knew their little sister could be a handful—stubborn, fiery, and unyielding. But they also knew Seokjin could be just as relentless when he needed to be. Both brothers had long accepted their roles as the peacekeepers between Y/N and Jin, always ready to step in and diffuse the tension.

The room grew tense as Seokjin and Y/N stared each other down, neither willing to be the first to blink. Namjoon cleared his throat, attempting to mediate. "Y/N, firing the maid because she made a mistake was not okay. You have to understand that—"

"She ruined my breakfast and burned my favorite dress, Namjoon! Do you expect me to just let that slide?" Y/N retorted, her voice rising.

"Yes, we do," Taehyung interjected, his tone softer but firm. "People make mistakes, Y/N. You can't just lash out whenever something doesn't go your way."

Seokjin took a step closer, his hand still extended. "This isn't up for debate, Y/N. Hand it over."

Y/N's stubbornness flared up once more, but deep down, she knew she had crossed a line. With a huff, she dug into her purse and slapped the card into Seokjin's waiting hand, her face set in a scowl.

"Good," Seokjin said, pocketing the card. "Consider this a lesson, Y/N. Actions have consequences. And next time, think before you act."

Y/N glared at her brothers, but the fight had drained out of her. She knew she couldn't win against all three of them, especially not when they were united in their determination to rein her in. With a frustrated sigh, she turned on her heel and marched up to her room, leaving her brothers behind.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchanged a relieved look, grateful that the situation hadn't escalated further. "Good job," Namjoon murmured to Seokjin, who simply nodded, his face softening slightly now that the confrontation was over.