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

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟰

It wasn't just the constant surveillance or the unyielding rules; it was the absence of choice. The inability to live her own life, to make decisions for herself. Everything she did was controlled by their rules, their whims, their possessive need to keep her close.

And then, one night, it happened.

It all was enough to overpower YN. She just couldn't breathe, or think, or survive one day more like this. The need to be out of this place, feel the air on her skin again, and taste a single bit of freedom was so big.

She wanted to slip past the guards and scale over the wall into the night, not caring where she went, just as long as she could be far away from this suffocating existence.

She waited until the house fell into a quiet lull, the brothers distracted by their own lives for a moment. Her heart pounded as she crept out of her room, moving as quietly as possible through the hallways. Every step felt like a silent scream, but she pushed forward, determined to escape.

She reached the back door, paused, and breathed shallowly. The lock was old, and she knew it. With shaking hands, she slid the bolt free and slipped outside into the night.

Her heart was racing, her legs carrying her faster than she thought possible. She was almost there; the wall was in sight. She could almost taste freedom.

But as she reached for the base to climb, a strong hand seized her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yoongi's voice was low and cold, like a ghost haunting her.

She froze, the shock of being caught paralyzing her. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"Yoongi, please," she begged, tears threatening to spill. "I can't do this anymore. You're suffocating me."

You think you can just run away?" he snarled. "You can't leave us. Not again."

This all came like a slap in the face to her. In an instant, her heart contorted under the weight of his possessiveness, while a surge of frustration and a feeling of hopelessness gripped her chest. She struggled, trying to release herself from his iron hold.


When they brought her back to the house, she didn't fight them. She couldn't. The moment she was dragged back through the door, the weight of her defeat settled in her chest like an anchor.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The brothers stood around her, their faces a mix of anger, fear, and sadness. They had won, but at what cost?

You're never leaving again," Namjoon said, his voice shaking with emotion. "We're doing this for you, YN. You don't understand."

She didn't say a word. She couldn't. She had no more fight left in her.

Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. Every day felt like an eternity. The brothers were still watching, still controlling, but now there was something else in their eyes-guilt. Regret. But it was too late. The damage had been done.


A year had rolled by, and things hadn't changed. If anything, they had gotten worse: YN was confined to the house, and the brothers tightened their hold on her evermore. They were showering her with affection whenever she was compliant, while they'd grow cold when the contrary happened. She was a possession, something to protect, yet something to control.

She had become a shadow of the person she once was. The fire in her eyes had dimmed. Her spirit, once fierce and independent, had been crushed under the weight of their obsession.

And in the darkest corners of her mind, a thought began to grow. A thought that she couldn't escape. A thought that had been there all along but had been buried beneath the layers of her pain.

She didn't want to live this way anymore.

The thought of her brothers-who once had been the ones she took care of and loved now a source of suffocating fear. They didn't love her as they claimed. They didn't care about her freedom. They only wanted to keep her under their control.

The love that once was had turned to ashes, and with it, the will to live.


It was late one night that she made this decision. Her house was quiet; it seemed like everyone was asleep at least pretending to be. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, her heart heavy from the weight of what she was going to do.

She did not want to die. But neither could she continue to live like this.

In the dark confines of her room, she grasped the object that was required. A tiny phial she had kept secretively for months, a keepsake of those times when she had hoped to be free of this fate. She did not hang in suspense. The vial was emptied into a tumbler of water, and before she might recant, she drank it.

As the poison coursed through her veins, YN felt her body grow numb, and her vision blurred. The pain that had haunted her for so long finally faded into oblivion.

When the brothers found her, it was too late.

They rushed to her side, the panic clutching at their hearts. Namjoon reached her first, his trembling hands trying to revive her, but it was no use. The light in her eyes had already gone.

"No, no, no," Yoongi whispered, his voice breaking as tears welled in his eyes, and he reached out to touch her hand, but it lay limply, unresponsive.

"How could we have let this happen?" Hoseok whispered, his voice rife with guilt.

The brothers clustered around her lifeless body as the weight of what they had lost crashed down hard on them. There was nothing left to say anymore. Just silence. And regret.

In trying to keep her close, they'd lost her forever.

YN had been right. They had suffocated her. They destroyed the very thing they aimed to protect.

And now, there was nothing left.

~ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝗱 ~

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A/N Note:

Hello readers, the story has come to an end. I hope you enjoy the story. I want to thank all of you who read and supported the story to the end, especially to ShazreenQureshi who has supported this book from the start😭💖 . Please stay tuned for my next story.