Noona || BTS

one

The rain outside was relentless, tapping against the window like the echoes of Y/N’s fractured past. She sat in her lavish office at home, fingers gliding over her laptop keys. The mansion was quiet, just how she liked it. Y/N had grown accustomed to silence since her mother's death. The cold exterior she showed to the world was armor — a shield against the memories that still haunted her.

As she worked late into the evening, the door to her study creaked open. Her father stood there, a ghost from her past, with a strange woman beside him. BTS — her supposed stepbrothers — hovered behind them, looking terrified and out of place in the grand mansion. They were huddled together like lost children, their wide eyes glancing around in awe and fear.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"Who are they?" she demanded coldly, barely glancing at the group as she locked her gaze on her father.

"They're your new family," her father sneered, stepping further into the room as if he belonged there. "I’ve remarried, Y/N. These are my sons."

Her blood boiled at the sight of him. After all these years, he had the audacity to show up here with the woman who had destroyed her family. Y/N rose to her feet, her voice ice-cold.

"Get out," she said, her voice sharp and unwavering. "Take her, and those kids, and get out of my house."

Her father’s face twisted in anger. "This is my house too—"

"Not anymore," she cut him off. "You lost that right when you killed my mother."

Her words hung heavy in the air, and the boys behind her father flinched. They looked even more frightened now, unsure of what to do. BTS’s mother remained silent, her head bowed, clearly uncomfortable with the confrontation.

Jin, the eldest of the boys, stepped forward hesitantly. "Please," he said softly, his voice shaking. "We have nowhere else to go."

But Y/N's gaze was unmoving. "Not my problem," she muttered coldly before calling for security.

Within minutes, her father and his new family were escorted out, the rain swallowing them as the doors slammed shut behind them.

It was hours later, and Y/N had returned to her work, determined to push the encounter out of her mind. But her focus faltered. She kept seeing their faces — the fear in their eyes, the desperation. They were strangers to her, yet something tugged at her heart, a faint echo of the person she used to be.

One of her security staff knocked hesitantly at the door. "Miss Y/N," he said, stepping inside. "The boys… They’re still out there. In the rain."

Y/N’s fingers froze over her keyboard. She didn't respond immediately, trying to shake the discomfort gnawing at her. She wasn't responsible for them. They had no place in her life.

But when the guard mentioned their condition — drenched, scared, shivering — something inside her wavered.

"They have nowhere to go," the guard continued softly. "And their mother… she left them."

Y/N clenched her jaw, her anger with her father and the betrayal she'd suffered still fresh. But something else stirred beneath the anger — pity, perhaps? She couldn’t say. Sighing deeply, she shut her laptop, glancing out the window where the rain continued to pour.

“Send some guards to find them,” she ordered, her voice sharp and detached. “Bring them back.”