My 7 Alpha's Step-Brothers || BTS OT7 x Readers AU ✔

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟯

The days that followed choked YN. Every nook in the compound seemed to imprison her; every hallway seemed to entangle her further. Brothers with overprotective attitudes went on to total control over her, making her go further into a cage they were constructing for her. She was degraded to the status of a prisoner status in a golden cage.

This was their decision. Since that last confrontation, the brothers had decided that she could not stand in resistance-she could not be allowed any kind of freedom anymore. Every exit was locked, every door watched, and every move carefully observed.

This was decided by Namjoon, but they all agreed to it. This house was to become YN's world, and she wasn't to take one step outside unless they said so. They would take turns guarding her to ensure she never strayed far away from their watchful eyes. They wanted to keep her close, to protect her from any dangers, real or imagined.

The brothers did everything they thought was best for her, but YN felt her soul slowly withering away. What once seemed like real love now felt like chains wrapped around her heart, choking every breath she took.



He stood in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched. His eyes were cold and calculating; his idea was to shut her away in the first place, but now, with time passing, it had grown into an obsession that gnawed at him like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Do you understand, YN?" he said in a low, almost sinister tone of voice. "We're doing this for your good. You'll never be able to take care of yourself like we do. You need us. You always will."

His eyes bored into her as if trying to make her feel the weight of his words. "You're not just an Omega anymore. You're our responsibility. Our property.

His eyes hardened. "And don't even think about trying to run. There's nowhere to go. We won't let you."

YN swallowed hard, catching his breath in his throat as he could feel the stifling hold of their control enclose him. The worst part was what Namjoon said-there was no getting away. He was trapped in this sick existence they had created for him.



Yoongi stood at the window, staring out into the night, his expression unreadable. But YN knew better. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way he watched her with barely contained longing. It wasn't just love anymore; it was an obsession, pure and simple.

I think about you every minute of the day," Yoongi muttered strained. He didn't even notice he was talking out loud. "When I shut my eyes, you're all I see. I don't sleep, can't think. It's all you. Only you.

He slowly faced her; his eyes were wild-frantic as if he was losing control. "You're mine, YN, and if it means having to lock you in this room forever to keep you safe, then I'll do that. I'll never let anyone near you again, and not even me."

She could tell by the look in his eyes, he wasn't just watching her anymore; he was waiting. Waiting for her to give in, to admit that she belonged to him, to all of them.



Hoseok's obsession was different, though: quiet gestures, small touches that were held for too long. He'd touch her hair, touch her arm as if he was trying to commit to memory the feel of her skin under his fingertips. He sat close to her, leaning in a little too much, breathing in her scent as if it were the very air he needed to survive.

Do you know how much we love you, YN?" Hoseok's voice was soft, almost gentle. He was the one who had once been the most understanding, the most compassionate. But now, his kindness felt wrong, laced with a quiet desperation.

"Every moment with you. it's everything. I can't breathe without you anymore. You belong to us.

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're the only thing that matters now."

His touch was like a drug, and YN could feel the way her resolve cracked just a little with each passing moment. But still, she fought against it. She had to. She couldn't give in to them-not to this twisted obsession they had for her.



Where Jungkook used to be the lightest in the group, his eyes stared with a strength almost unbearable. It was dark and full of an undeniable hunger-with every single look they made into each other's eyes, it was as if he devoured her completely.

I can't stop thinking about you, YN," Jungkook said in a hoarse voice one night. "I dream of you whenever I sleep. The first thought that comes into my mind every morning is you. I'm nothing without you."

He took a step closer; his hot breath touched her ear. "I will never let you go. I couldn't.

Every word dripped with desperation, with obsession. Jungkook was no longer that sweet, playful boy but had morphed into this darker, possessive thing. She was scared to the core.



Taehyung, on the other hand, speaks the least but speaks volumes through his actions: always close by, observing, and right behind. Every time she would sit in the living room, he would stand at the door and set his eyes on her without looking anywhere else for even a second. He seemed to feel every single little movement she made or even those which crossed her mind.

Sometimes, YN would feel his presence before she even saw him, a shadow in the room, waiting, watching. He didn't need to speak. His actions were enough.

Whispering during the quietest moments, his voice was low and husky. "You're mine, YN. We all know it. Don't fight it."