Taehyung has always lived in silence, his voice lost to the world, but the cruelty of his older brothers is louder than words. Mute since childhood, Taehyung has endured their harsh treatment and unspoken disdain, based on a reason he's never fully...
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In a spacious living room, a young man in his late twenties sat on the couch, his expression calm and composed, holding a coffee cup in one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other. His demeanor was unbothered, exuding an air of habitual quiet.
The sound of approaching footsteps from behind broke his focus, prompting him to glance up from his phone. Without realizing it, a gentle smile formed on his lips. He didn’t react when two arms draped around his neck from behind, except for the smile on his face growing even wider.
??: “What's up?” he asked softly, setting his phone and coffee cup on the side table before gently holding onto the arms embracing his neck.
??2: “Nothing, hyung,” a sleepy voice whispered from behind as the figure snuggled closer to him.
??: “Yah, Jungkookie, stop being so clingy. Your morning breath stinks,” the older boy said with a chuckle. Despite the teasing remark, he pulled Jungkook—who was now grumbling softly—around to sit beside him. Jungkook slumped into the seat with a pout, but before long, the man wrapped an arm around the younger’s shoulders and drew him into a warm embrace.
Jungkook: “You’re always so mean, Jin-hyung,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. Despite his words, he didn’t seem offended. Instead, he nestled closer to Jin, looping his arms around the older boy’s neck once again and shutting his eyes in a bid to steal a few more moments of comfort.
Jin shook his head with a soft laugh. He let Jungkook settle against him, picking up his phone once more while his free hand absentmindedly ruffled the younger’s messy hair in a soothing gesture.
Moments later, the sound of soft footsteps descending the stairs caught his attention. Jin’s warm expression faded instantly, his features sharpening into his usual impassive mask. Without turning around, he spoke in a cold, authoritative tone.
Jin: “Is it finally time to wake up?”
The boy behind him froze mid-step, startled by Jin’s sudden voice. He hadn’t noticed Jin’s presence earlier, and now he stood rooted to the spot, swallowing nervously.
Jin sighed audibly, his irritation evident. He turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze landing on the boy.
Jin: “I asked you a question, Taehyung. Is this the time you’ve decided to wake up? It’s past 10 a.m.”
Taehyung, the youngest of the three, looked down at the floor under the weight of Jin’s piercing stare. His shoulders tensed as he shook his head, his gaze fixed on his feet. A small, apologetic bow followed—his silent way of conveying an apology.
Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes dismissively before turning back to his phone. His expression suggested he wasn’t in the mood to ruin his morning over something so trivial. However, there was an underlying tension in the air, as if Jin was suppressing a deeper irritation, one he was tempted to direct at Taehyung.
