⚠️This story contains dark themes. If you're sensitive, please read at your own discretion.
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Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Dark Romance / Incest(?) No!!!
Family Conflict / Yandere / Obsessive Behavior / Sibling Incest (Adopted Siblings) / Stalking / Surveillance / Attempted Murder / Dubious Consent / Consensual Non-Consent (however, consent is present in the narrative) / Found Kim Family / Inheritance / Virgin Reader / Innocent Reader / Love That Is Not Healthy / Internal Cumshot / Creampie / Fingering / Oral Ejaculation / Rough Sex / Forbidden love / Voyeurism / Jungkook is aware of certain truths / The story explores a morally distorted universe where the brothers may not be good, yet the protagonist still loves them / Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (themes of obsession & danger) / I got this content from Love and Die and modified it in my own way. I hope you like it.
Summary: Your grandfather’s inheritance changes your life forever, when the three brothers who love you may be among the people who tried to kill you
Morning light slipped through the gap between the curtains, leaving pale streaks across the tangled blanket piled on the bed. Your breathing was steady, your whole body still sunk deep in sleep, unaware of the faint click of the bedroom door slowly opening.
Three shadows slipped inside in silence. You shifted slightly. Strands of hair spilled across your pillow, sliding down to frame your cheek. The corner of your lips lifted just a little, as if you were dreaming of something good. The early-morning intruders began unbuttoning your sleepwear gently. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing your bare chest. A pair of unfamiliar hands pressed lightly against your upper chest with a medical device, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat with a faint smile.
“Health is good again today.”
“Still not wearing anything underneath?” a deep baritone voice teased, licking his lips in amusement. “Our little sister is still so young, huh.”
“Not wearing anything is better. It’s uncomfortable to sleep otherwise,” Namjoon said calmly, his tone composed and authoritative. The others nodded in agreement, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. Meanwhile, you began to frown in confusion at the situation in front of you, slowly blinking to focus on your three older brothers.
Their shameless faces greeted you with relaxed smiles, as if walking into your bedroom was completely normal even though you were nearly done with university. “Oppa… I told you not to come in when I’m asleep…” Your voice was groggy, still heavy with sleep, though a hint of embarrassment slipped through as you fully woke.
Jin was the first to laugh. A deep, low chuckle filled the bedroom still wrapped in early-morning warmth. Namjoon only gave a soft laugh in his throat, as if finding your reaction endearing. His large hand still rested over your chest through the medical device, pressing a little more firmly, making you turn to him in mild protest. “We came to wake you up because you have class today,” his voice remained steady as ever, while he removed the stethoscope from your body without haste. He twirled the cord lightly before letting it hang around his neck, his gaze still not leaving you.
“___, you’re going to be late,” Jin added, nodding toward the wall clock above the bookshelf, pointing as if to emphasize the time. You pushed yourself up on the bed, still half-asleep, your thoughts sluggish and fogged. You didn’t even notice that your sleepwear was still partly undone from earlier.
A soft whistle came from the other side of the bed. Taehyung rested his chin on his hand, watching with obvious amusement. “Ohhh… nice view.” You froze for a moment. Your eyes followed instinctively, only to realize you were showing more than you thought. The last trace of sleep vanished instantly. Seeing that, Namjoon moved closer without a word. He reached for your shirt and calmly began buttoning it back up, one by one, unhurriedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers moved with practiced ease, while his gaze lingered on you soft, almost dangerously gentle making you feel even more flustered.
“I really want your girlfriend to know how much of a psychopath you are” Taehyung burst into a giggle the moment he heard it. “Wah, that’s so mean~” you huffed back, clearly unimpressed. Jin sighed in exasperation, already done with the situation, before reaching out and dragging Taehyung out of the room. He was pushed backward the whole way, still laughing without stopping.
“Alright, alright, go on,” Jin said, though he still didn’t forget to turn back and give you a belated morning greeting with a wide smile. Taehyung, on the other hand, waved at you as if he hadn’t just been causing trouble a moment ago. Namjoon did the same. He stood up from beside the bed and glanced over you from head to toe. “You’re going to be late.”
After the three of them left the room, you hurriedly got yourself ready. There wasn’t much time left to linger anymore. Soon enough, you rushed out from the upstairs room, your freshly washed hair still not fully dry, a small towel clenched in your hand as you practically took the stairs two at a time. A single glance at the clock was enough to tell you that if you didn’t leave immediately, you were definitely going to be late for class but just as you were about to pass the dining room, Namjoon called out to you.
You froze instinctively. He was standing there with breakfast in hand, his expression so serious that you immediately knew you wouldn’t be leaving without eating something first, no matter how rushed you were. “Eat before you go.” You flinched slightly, unable to refuse the oldest brother’s demand. Even though he wasn’t a doctor, he was extremely strict when it came to your meals and health.
So you gave in, sitting down and quickly starting on your breakfast, only for Taehyung’s scolding voice to follow right after. “Slow down. Chew properly!” A comb tapped lightly against your head. It didn’t hurt, but you still pouted at him as he began styling your hair the way he liked. Taehyung and fashion there was a kind of beauty in it that suited him perfectly. He was so handsome that everyone around you seemed dull in comparison.
There were times Jin tried to do your hair too, but his skills were honestly terrible. He always insisted he wasn’t good at doing girls’ hair, which you didn’t really mind but it was obvious he was just making excuses to cover up the fact that he actually wanted to do it. Compared to Namjoon, though, you didn’t even let him try. Except for simple things like brushing or drying your hair, that was it. Based on past experience, he once tangled your hair so badly it took nearly an hour to undo everything without hurting you.
“Is it good?” Taehyung asked while carefully spreading wax through your hair, completely focused. His fingertips worked through the flyaway strands you’d rushed to dry earlier, smoothing them into place. A soft, sweet scent from the styling product lingered faintly near your nose.
You nodded in response while still chewing, then casually popped a piece of fruit into your mouth with a fork. A small plate had been slid beside you just moments ago. Jin had placed it there after walking over with a satisfied expression, as if he were feeding a particularly well-loved pet.
Your eyes flicked toward the clock again. Then your whole body froze. “I have to go!” You blurted it out immediately, grabbing your bag from the back of the chair in a panic. The chair scraped lightly against the floor as you stood up too quickly but before you could even step out of the dining room, Jin moved to block your way.
A set of car keys swung proudly in front of you. The logo of his favorite supercar caught the light with every movement. Jin grinned so widely his eyes nearly disappeared into crescents. “I’ll drive you,” he said. Behind him, the television continued playing a news segment about a well-known actor’s latest work, the very same man standing right in front of you.
“Absolutely not!!” you refused instantly without even thinking. Your voice was so firm that Jin’s bright, sunflower-like expression froze in place. The smile that had stretched across his face slowly dropped, as if he had just received the worst news in broad daylight.
You ignored it completely and tried to slip around him. “Oppa, let go. Just stay home, okay!” His strong hand reached out, trying to catch your wrist as if determined to drag you to the car, but you quickly twisted away with practiced ease.
Letting him take you would be a disaster. It was already exhausting enough hiding the fact that you lived with three extremely good-looking older brothers. And worse one of them was a famous actor everyone recognized. Trouble only multiplied from there. Girls constantly approached you asking strange favors just to get closer to them. The same questions every day, over and over again. And worst of all, you had no intention of becoming a bridge for anyone’s love story.
The front door slammed shut behind you with all the force you could muster. The morning wind hit your face as faint cries calling your name chased after you from inside the house. You had to admit that your brothers loved you. Maybe even a little too much. But you had never once been bothered by it. You let out a long, tired sigh, only for a soft chuckle from the side to pull your attention away immediately.
“Ah! Good morning, Hoseok-oppa.” He smiled, adjusting his glasses slightly. It looked unfairly good on his handsome face. A young doctor Namjoon’s colleague, or rather, someone who had been your neighbor for years. It wouldn’t be wrong to call him your brothers’ childhood friend.
“You look tired already this early, ___,” he said. You laughed lightly, even though you were still catching your breath. “Are you here to see Joonie-oppa?”
“Hope/Hope-hyung, good morning.” The door opened again, revealing your three brothers fully prepared to take you to school. Taehyung and Namjoon greeted him at the same time, while Jin was still busy fussing over his own appearance, adjusting a cap on his head, pulling the brim lower, and fixing his sunglasses as if he were preparing for a secret mission rather than simply escorting his little sister.
“You guys really enjoy teasing your little sister, don’t you?” Hoseok laughed softly at the scene. “Would this outfit be okay to go out in?” Jin asked, spreading his arms slightly as if showing off his look. You only gave an awkward smile in response.
The famous actor in front of you was dressed in a simple dark tracksuit that covered him completely. A black cap was pulled low over his face, and sunglasses added another layer of disguise. There was no trace of the dazzling leading-man image he showed on screen and yet, even like this, he still looked impossibly good.
“___ is already grown up. You guys are really overprotective.” Hoseok turned to your brothers with a soft smile. You nodded in agreement almost immediately, then turned to him with sparkling eyes, clearly touched. Hoseok was the only one who consistently treated you according to your age. He understood that you were a girl who needed her own space, that you were capable of taking care of yourself now and even so, you had never once felt uncomfortable with your brothers’ love and concern.
“Because she’s an important little sister,” Taehyung replied with an easy grin, as if he didn’t even need to think about it. Namjoon nodded seriously. “Even if we’re not related by blood, she’s still our important little sister.” Before you could even respond, all three of them suddenly moved closer at the same time, catching you completely off guard.
Jin reached out and gently patted your head with obvious affection. Namjoon and Taehyung stood on either side of you, each taking one of your hands as if afraid you might run away. You ended up smiling helplessly. Having three brothers who loved you this much felt like a dream and yet, in reality, they were only adopted children your parents had taken in.
You didn’t spend much time with your biological parents either, since they worked overseas most of the time. That left you and your brothers under your grandfather’s care, though he rarely interfered in your daily lives. Naturally, you grew up extremely close to the three of them, as well as Hoseok, whom you had met later in middle school.
And now, your parents were no longer in this world, taken away by an accident. That made your brothers even more important to you than ever. If not for your grandfather, you would have been completely alone but you had never truly felt lonely. Thanks to Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung who never once let you feel that way, not even for a second.
“Hey—by the way… that classmate of yours asked you out on a date?” Namjoon’s face darkened, his tone dropping half a register. It wasn’t scary, more like startled concern. “W-wait! How did you even know that, oppa?!” you widened your eyes, unable to hide your shock as you turned to him instantly, looking as if you’d been caught red-handed.
“Because I’m your guardian, of course I have to know,” Jin replied in a perfectly calm voice, as if he were talking about the weather. But both his hands rested firmly on your shoulders. “I’ll reject him for you. Give me your phone, ___,” Taehyung said, holding out his hand, his sunflower-like smile full of mischief.
You sighed in exasperation and turned toward Hoseok, who could only laugh at the scene that had become almost routine by now. To be honest, you weren’t even sure about the date. Jimin was kind of cute. Who could really say no to someone like that? But you weren’t thinking about things like having a boyfriend or a future relationship.
Not when your life was surrounded by your brothers who treated you like glass and Hoseok, who felt like part of the family too. You were constantly surrounded by four warm, caring men every day. It had made you strangely used to being around the opposite sex and you loved your brothers too much to even consider anything beyond that.
So you had already decided to reject the date request through chat earlier that morning on your way to class. A notification pulled your attention away. The message on your screen made your eyes widen instantly, your composure slipping before you could stop it. The professor’s lecture faded completely from your mind. You quickly stood up and left the classroom after excusing yourself.
Joonie: Can you come back early today?
Joonie: Your grandfather has passed away.
The funeral proceeded in quiet solemnity. The ceremony moved forward and reached its end, while only you remained with swollen, tear-stained eyes, the corners of your gaze reddened from crying. “Was he sick? I didn’t even know,” Namjoon said after a long stretch of silence. His eyes stayed fixed ahead, scanning the guests who came and went.
“Even you didn’t know, hyung?” Taehyung frowned, looking at the older man in disbelief. He worked at a hospital affiliated with your grandfather’s network, yet he had never once seen your grandfather there. “There wasn’t really any reason for us to talk much,” Jin replied indifferently. It was true the relationship within the family had never been particularly close.
“That’s true… he didn’t even come to our parents’ funeral,” Taehyung added, glancing sideways at you. You were still looking down at your feet, your eyes distant and unfocused. His hand gently rested on your shoulder. “He cut ties with us when we were still kids, didn’t he,” Namjoon said, continuing the conversation that only the four of them could hear.
“It’s not strange that we didn’t know anything,” his voice remained flat, almost detached. As you listened, your vision blurred again, tears welling up until everything became hazy. “But when a relative dies… or someone you know passes away…” Your voice came out rough and fragile, your fingers fidgeting together in front of you. “It’s still sad.” You blinked repeatedly, trying to clear your vision. Guests slowly began to leave one by one after paying
their respects to your grandfather. In truth, you and your grandfather had shared a rather good relationship. Even if the time together wasn’t much, every time he called for you, it was always filled with warm memories. He used to say you were more like your father than your mother. He wasn’t particularly fond of your mother, since she was a foreign woman, her lifestyle and way of living often clashing with his strict traditional values.
“Hey, it’s okay, ___.” Warm arms wrapped around you from behind. Taehyung rested his chin gently on top of your head, his voice bright again. “We’re here.” You turned around and stepped back slightly from your brothers to look at each of them one by one.
Namjoon, though not very expressive, always listened to you with quiet warmth. His faint smile reached his eyes, filled with undeniable affection. He reached out and patted your head, gently smoothing your hair down with care. Then you turned to Jin. His expression was seriously steady in a way that made you feel safe. “We already promised, didn’t we,” he said softly. “That we’d take care of you forever.”
Jin reached out and gently wiped the corner of your eye. It was still a little red, and he didn’t like seeing you cry at all. It hurt just a little to see the younger sister they had always protected in tears. Taehyung tried to change the subject, doing his best to lift your mood and pull you away from the sadness.
Namjoon checked the time on his watch, already preparing to inform his family that it was time to leave. They didn’t really have any formal connection to this place, after all. “Excuse me—are you ____-ssi?” A stranger’s voice cut through the moment, pulling all four of your attention away from the small conversation.
Namjoon moved first. He stepped forward instinctively, standing in front of everyone like a shield, then gave a polite nod though his expression clearly showed little enthusiasm.
“Yes. May I help you?” Your gaze quietly shifted toward the newcomer. The man standing there looked unexpectedly refined. A dark suit fit him perfectly, tailored without a single flaw. His glasses sharpened his already striking features, giving him an even more composed and intellectual air.
And most annoyingly he was undeniably good-looking. Yet you were certain you had never met him before. “My name is Min Yoongi,” he said, glancing over at each of you in turn, though it was clear who he intended to speak to the most. “I’m a lawyer. I’m here to discuss your grandfather’s inheritance.”
The four of you were guided into a private reception room, now that the other guests had already left. The young lawyer began reading the will aloud in a firm, steady voice, the atmosphere in the room growing heavy almost as if a warm current had settled over everything, pressing down quietly.
Everyone seemed to hold their breath the moment he mentioned the first figure. Namjoon’s face broke into a faint sweat despite the room not being hot at all. You glanced at him from the side. The eldest brother swallowed hard, his throat moving visibly as he struggled to process what he was hearing.
“Two trillion won??” Taehyung was the first to regain his senses and he shouted so loudly the sound echoed through the reception room for a moment. No one scolded him. Because everyone else was in the exact same state of shock.
You all knew your grandfather had his hands in countless businesses, multiple companies under his name, several hospitals, including the one where Namjoon and Hoseok worked, which he also held shares in. And yet, even knowing that, the value of the inheritance being read aloud was still beyond what your mind could properly process. That absurd number kept looping in your head over and over again, so much so that you weren’t even sure you were counting the zeros correctly anymore.
While you were still trying to recover from the shock, the young lawyer didn’t give you much time to regain your composure. He turned another page of the document and continued in the same composed tone. “There is one more clause I need to read. Please listen carefully.”
You swallowed hard, feeling as if you were being pressed down by the lawyer’s gaze behind his glasses. As his deep voice continued to read through the document line by line, he eventually reached the most important part. “The transfer of inheritance to bloodline heirs is the correct course. However, allowing a woman to be the successor goes against the traditional principles of the family.”
Yoongi paused briefly, glancing at your subtly eye-rolling expression. Of course, you weren’t expecting or angry. It was something you already knew what kind of attitude a family like this, one that clearly favored sons, would have toward daughters.
Still, you were his granddaughter, and he had been somewhat fond of you in his own way. That much was also undeniable. “For this reason, I have decided to preserve the inheritance and the family bloodline. If one of the three adopted sons of my son marries my granddaughter, then all of the inheritance will be passed on to them.”
“Marry ___!???” Taehyung let out a strangled shout immediately, as if what he had just heard was some kind of sick joke rather than a real clause in a will. His eyes widened without restraint, staring straight at the lawyer as though waiting for him to laugh and say it was all a prank.
You just sat frozen in your chair. Your mind felt like it had completely stopped working for a moment. Marriage to your brothers had never even been something you had remotely considered. “Are you joking or what?” Namjoon pushed himself up from his seat instantly. The calm, composed expression he had maintained the entire time cracked for the first time.
Yoongi cleared his throat, stopping him. “Not yet finished,” he said. “What else is there?” Jin pressed, even though he looked like he wanted to stand up and follow Namjoon out. His hand had already landed on your shoulder, as if ready to pull you up with him.
Yoongi glanced between the papers in his hands and the four siblings in front of him. A faint smile tugged at his lips, as if he found the situation mildly entertaining. “There is a continuation,” he said. “If she does not marry—” He paused. Then read the next line. “But if she is successfully killed, the entire inheritance may also be claimed.”
The world went completely silent. You couldn’t hear the air conditioner. Couldn’t hear anyone breathing. Couldn’t hear anything at all. Your ears rang with static. The moment the sentence ended, Yoongi neatly folded the document, as if his job was done. But inside your head, everything was spiraling enormous wealth, your life, marriage, your brothers everything mixing together into something you could no longer separate.
You jolted slightly when Namjoon’s grip on your shoulder tightened without him realizing it. And then the silence was shattered by Taehyung’s laugh. “Wait—what??” He laughed like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So you either marry her or kill her? Is your grandfather joking or what?”
Yoongi only curved his lips slightly. He didn’t look surprised. He didn’t look sympathetic either. He simply began gathering his documents and belongings without haste. “No idea,” he said calmly. “But whenever you make your decision, contact me.”
“Then the inheritance will be yours.” His gaze behind the glasses swept over your brothers one by one finally resting on you last. His expression remained unreadable. As if what he had just announced wasn’t a life-shattering bomb that could change all of your lives forever.
“Let’s go back, ___.” You snapped out of your thoughts as Taehyung pulled you up from the chair, no longer paying attention to the young lawyer. Even so, Yoongi’s voice followed after you like a final provocation. “Two trillion won. Please think it through carefully.”
“Ridiculous…” Namjoon muttered under his breath, clearly displeased. “Even with that much money, we’re not going to kill our own sister,” he said flatly. Jin let out a soft chuckle, glancing briefly at the lawyer who was still watching them without looking away.
“Besides, I’m not short on money anyway. So I couldn’t care less.” You looked back one last time, your gaze landing on the framed photo of your grandfather, carefully preserved.
When you got back home, Hoseok contacted you immediately. The moment you picked up, his voice was full of concern. “What happened? Is everything okay?” You hummed softly in response and nodded out of habit. “Oppa are really angry. Ever since we got back, none of them have come out of their rooms.”
There was a brief silence on the other end. “…I see,” Hoseok sighed quietly. His tone softened, reassuring you. “They’re probably just worried about you.”
“Go get some rest, okay?” You gave a small smile. “Alright. Good night, Oppa.”
Your mind kept spiraling, and sleep wouldn’t come. Even after the call ended, you kept tossing and turning in bed like a child. You wanted to know what your brothers were thinking. It was impossible to guess. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them but the situation involved an absurd amount of money, and that alone was enough to make you uneasy. In the end, you got up from bed. A warm glass of milk might help calm you down enough to sleep.
The hallway from the second floor to the kitchen was quieter than usual. No sounds came from any of your brothers’ rooms. Maybe they had already gone to sleep. You opened the refrigerator and poured yourself a glass of milk. The moonlight was bright enough that someone as lazy as you couldn’t be bothered to turn on the kitchen light.
After placing the glass in the microwave and setting the timer, you heard footsteps. It lasted only a second. The moment you turned around, you were pinned against someone’s chest. A large hand covered your mouth while the other arm wrapped tightly around you. As soon as his hand moved away, the back of your neck was seized and you were forced to turn around. Your breath was stolen before you could react.
You froze in shock. It was your first kiss. When you tried to push the person above you away, your lips were bitten. You gasped involuntarily, and a hot tongue slipped into your mouth, hungrily claiming every bit of sweetness it could find. The harder you tried to push him away, the more he pressed you against the kitchen counter. Until you were nearly lying back across it. His hand moved from the back of your neck to your face, tilting your chin upward slightly. He only pulled away long enough for you to catch a breath before claiming your lips again. The body above you moved between your parted legs. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, like a hawk’s talons trapping its prey, pulling you even closer against him.
You could feel the heat from below. Something hard pressed against you, enough to cause a faint ache. You knew exactly what it was and realizing that he was rubbing against you through the fabric only made the heat rising inside you even worse. “O-Oppa... mm...” A soft moan escaped your lips.
It had to be one of your brothers but the darkness made it impossible to tell which one. He was wearing a hood that concealed most of his face. Your thoughts began to blur as your breath was continually stolen away. “N-no... please...!” The more you protested, the more it seemed to encourage him. His hand slid lower, rubbing against your most sensitive spot through the dampness that had formed there, while his body continued pressing against yours. The sight of your flushed face only seemed to make him want you even more.
“Oppa, wait… wait, ahhh…” His hand slid your pajama pants down, and the sight made him smirk. He loved seeing that you wore nothing underneath, as though you were inviting him without even realizing it. “Mmhh… it feels strange, Oppa… hngh…” A soft moan escaped you as his index finger traced along your sensitive slit. Your sweetness glistened there, and he couldn't resist tasting it. He slipped the finger coated with your arousal into his mouth and sucked it clean. Heat rushed to your face as you watched. You wanted to run away, to hide from the embarrassment, but the man above you had trapped you from every direction.
The microwave had stopped quite some time ago. The scent of warm milk drifted through the air, making you swallow unconsciously. “Do you want some milk, ___?” You nodded. You should have recognized whose voice it was, but your mind was far too hazy to think clearly. When a finger pushed inside you, your body tensed and twisted instinctively. Another moan slipped from your lips.
The more you tightened, the more he pressed against the spots that made you relax. New and unfamiliar sensations wrapped themselves around you from every side. His finger quickened its pace until your back arched on its own. “O-Oppa… it feels strange. I need to pee. Please stop…” Your words were innocent.
Of course they were. After all, he had deliberately raised you to be a girl who was sheltered from the world. He never wanted you to know too much. Even though you seemed mature and sensible on the surface, the truth was that you hardly knew anything at all.
A second finger was added inside you. You felt uncomfortable as you tried to pull his hood off, but both of your hands were quickly pinned above your head. A triumphant smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You began to twitch helplessly as your pleasure was pushed to the edge. Even though you didn't know what it meant, you panted heavily, your legs feeling weak and useless. He thought you were adorable. Just when you thought it was finally over, he released your hands after seeing that you were no longer resisting him. Your eyes were still watery and unfocused from staring into his.
Without realizing it, you had no idea that he had already started pulling his pants down. Hot flesh began pressing against your wet folds. It slid so easily it was unbelievable. He wanted to push inside so badly it nearly drove him mad, but he wouldn't do it.
He knew it would hurt you. He had to prepare you first. But rubbing against you was only the tip, right? His hands began to wander, sliding upward to undo the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease, as if he had done it hundreds of times before. Your chest had always been perfect. It was beautiful, just like how he had always tried to shape it for you while you slept, even though you never knew.
You felt as though you would reach the edge again very soon. Your hands started searching desperately for something to hold onto. The person above you didn't care whether your moans would wake the other two people in the house. His breathing grew heavier, hot against your ear as he leaned down and licked at it frantically. One hand held your waist firmly against him while the other squeezed your chest as though it were made of jelly. You were being completely overwhelmed, without any idea how you would be able to face your brothers tomorrow.
“I'm... I'm about to finish.” His voice was thick with desire. “My good girl wants to drink milk, doesn't she?” You answered with a sob as you climaxed, the aftershocks forcing your eyes shut while your mind drifted in a daze. You were pulled down from the bar counter. Your open, panting mouth was forced wider by a large hand. Thick liquid was quickly poured down your throat, making you choke. His thumb still held your mouth open. Your chin was tilted upward so that you would take all of it. You opened your eyes with difficulty and saw only the lower half of his face smiling back at you.
You felt exhausted. Maybe you had passed out. Maybe everything that happened had only been a dream. You weren't sure. When you woke up in your bed, back in your own room, your vision was still blurred, unable to focus properly. Then a sensation around your throat pulled your attention away. “Hah... can't... breathe...” Your breathing became ragged, your consciousness slipping once more as darkness crept into the edges of your vision.
The moment he saw you lose consciousness, he fled the room.
When morning came, the first thing you did was rush into the bathroom. Your bare feet slapped against the cold floor in a panic before you stopped in front of the mirror. Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled down the collar of your shirt. The moment your eyes landed on your neck, your heart sank. It wasn't a dream. The dark fingerprints still lingering on your skin were proof clear proof. Far too clear to deny.
One of the three had tried to kill you and one of them had violated you. You stayed in your room for a long time, alone with your thoughts, until voices drifted up from downstairs. Your brothers had probably been awake for hours already. If you didn't come down soon, they would eventually come upstairs to wake you up like they always did.
You let out a shaky breath and inhaled deeply, trying to gather enough courage to face them.
“Good morning, Oppa~” All three turned toward you at once and it would have been a lie to say you weren't frightened by their attention. The memories of last night flashed through your mind in overlapping fragments, colliding with the familiar scene before you.
Taehyung lifted a hand and waved. “Our little sister is up early today.”
“Sit down, ___ . Breakfast will be ready soon.” Jin spoke from behind the kitchen island while Namjoon sat at the table, reviewing his schedule on his iPad and sipping his coffee. He merely nodded when he saw you. Everything felt normal. So normal that you didn't even know where to begin looking for signs that something was wrong.
Breakfast passed in the same warmth it always had. Your brothers treated you just as lovingly as ever, worrying over even the smallest details of your life. “If you're not feeling well, you can take a day off,” Namjoon said, finally looking up from his iPad when he noticed the furrow in your brow.
“No way!” you puffed out your cheeks. “If I don't earn enough credits, I won't graduate with honors like you did.” To you, Namjoon was practically an idol. He was brilliant, respected wherever he went, and his attitude toward people was always admirable. More than anything, he listened to you no matter what you wanted to talk about.
That was one of the reasons you loved him so much.
Namjoon chuckled. “Then do your best.”
“I'll drive you,” Jin said, wiping his hands on a nearby towel before grabbing his car keys and turning toward you. “Sound good?” You hummed in agreement and nodded helplessly. Maybe having your brother drive you would give you a chance to talk about what happened last night.
That was what you were thinking until “___, what do you think about the marriage thing?” You immediately felt uncomfortable. “It's a little strange,” you admitted. “I mean... we're family.” Your voice trembled.
Even Jin noticed. He leaned closer until his breath brushed against your ear. “But I'm really happy about it...” His fingers caught your chin and turned your face toward him. A light kiss landed at the corner of your mouth, playful and fleeting.
You froze. Then immediately pulled away from Jin, scrambling out of the car in a panic and hurrying off without looking back. You had never thought badly of Jin. To you, he was your oldest brother, the one who protected and cherished you more than anyone.
You had never seen him with a girlfriend. There had never been dating rumors surrounding him. Outside of work, he seemed completely occupied with you, spending his free time doing silly things together and keeping you company. You could barely remember a time when Jin wasn't by your side. But you had always seen him as your brother.
Whether you shared the same blood or not didn't matter. Growing up together as siblings had never changed what was in your heart. The rest of your classes passed in a blur. The possibility that Jin might have been involved in what happened last night kept resurfacing in your mind, and every time it did, heat rushed to your face. A strange feeling swept through you. When you tried to think of someone you could talk to about all of this, the first name that came to mind was Taehyung. Your youngest brother already had a girlfriend.
Maybe he would be able to give you some advice.
The hair salon in Hongdae was definitely the kind of place college students could afford. It was always crowded with female customers too though that probably had more to do with the attractive staff than the prices.
You stood outside when you couldn't spot Taehyung anywhere. Maybe he was on break. Or maybe he was inside washing a client's hair. “Why don't you go in? Aren't you Tae-Hyung's girlfriend?” You immediately turned around at the unexpected greeting.
The shock on both your faces was obvious. Though for entirely different reasons. “Wait—you’re not Eunchae!?” The man blinked. “Or are you the little sister?” You nodded awkwardly. “Ah... that explains it. I was wondering why the hairstyle looked...” He paused and waved it off. “Never mind. You're here to see Tae-Hyung, right?”
You nodded again, your gaze drifting cautiously over his large frame. His face was soft and rabbit-like, but his build was anything but. Tattoos covered part of his arm, and piercings decorated his lip and eyebrow. He looked completely different from the people you usually met.
Still, it suited him surprisingly well. “I'm Jungkook. What are you, a rabbit? Why are you so scared of—” His sentence cut off abruptly. A woman's voice suddenly rang out from the side of the building, loud enough to make both of you glance around the corner.
A young woman stood there. From behind, she looked remarkably like you. Her style was completely different, but the resemblance was unmistakable. “That's Tae-Hyung's girlfriend,” Jungkook said. You nodded, despite never asking for an explanation.
“I only agreed to this hairstyle because you asked me to!!” The woman's voice was filled with irritation. “When are you finally going to let me try a different cut and color?!”
You froze slightly. From the side, it was obvious how much she disliked her current hairstyle. And it looked exactly like yours. You glanced up at Jungkook. He was trying and failing not to laugh. You could hear the amusement in his voice. “Another one finished already, huh?”
Your mind filled with questions. “What do you mean by—”
“Shhh~” Jungkook pressed a finger lightly against his lips. “Listen first.” He gently turned your face back toward the scene. Taehyung stepped closer to his girlfriend and softly brushed a hand through her hair. “No.” His deep voice sounded almost hypnotic. “It has to stay this way. If you change your hairstyle, we're breaking up.”
The girl's attitude softened immediately. “You really like this hairstyle that much...?”
You stared in confusion. You didn't understand any of this. Though you could vaguely see why she was so easily swayed by your brother. “Of course I do.” Your face heated up almost instantly as Taehyung leaned closer to her. “At home, I've been holding myself back this whole time.” His hand became more controlling, guiding her face closer to his. From where you stood, it looked sweet. But the next words rooted you to the spot. “To be honest, I've been dying to ruin you.” Your legs nearly gave out beneath you.
Jungkook caught your arm before you could stumble forward. The mischievous smile on his face made you a little afraid of him. Was it only you who thought Taehyung's words sounded strange? Or had Jungkook witnessed this scene so many times that it seemed normal to him now? “Little Girl,” he said with a smirk, “you should probably go home.”
Your lips pressed into a thin line. Right now, you weren't ready to talk to Taehyung. Maybe he hadn't been talking about you at all but the possibility was terrifying enough. You didn't want to ask. You didn't want to know more. In the end, you decided to go home. You called an Uber instead of taking the subway, lacking both the energy and the focus to deal with public transportation. Your phone vibrated.
Joonie: Have you been done with classes for a while?
You: Yes. I'm on my way home.
Joonie: Did you go see Taehyung?
You froze the moment you read the last message. Why did Namjoon know where you had been? You hadn't told anyone. Even Taehyung himself shouldn't have known you were there and you desperately hoped he didn't.
Namjoon's messages made you tremble. Fear gnawed at your heart. You loved your brothers dearly, but it was a pure kind of love. If someone asked you to swear before God, you would do it without hesitation. Yet now, the trust you had always placed in them was slowly beginning to crumble.
You were scared. You didn't know how many minutes had passed while you sat curled up in the bathtub, hugging yourself tightly. You were too afraid to make any decisions in this house. A house shared with three brothers. “Maybe I should go stay at Hoseok-Oppa's place for a while...” You murmured to yourself as you sank deeper into the bathwater, submerging the lower half of your face beneath the surface.
Then the bathroom lights went out. Panic hit you immediately. Before you could even push yourself upright, a force suddenly shoved you down into the water. “Hk— Oppa... stop!!” The moment you cried out through a mouthful of water, the attacker stopped.
Whoever it was stepped back, leaving you behind with tears streaming down your face. Your entire body shook violently. For that brief moment when you had been forced under, death had felt terrifyingly close. “N-no more...” Your voice broke. “I'm scared, Oppa...” The sound of your sobbing echoed throughout the bathroom.
You never thought your brother wanted the inheritance badly enough to try to kill you twice. And you still had no idea which of the three brothers was the culprit who had been trying to murder you. The soft touch of a towel was draped around you from behind. He leaned down and pulled you into an embrace, comforting you gently. It was definitely different from what the culprit had done to you just moments ago. It was too dark for you to tell whose touch it was, but right now, you needed it desperately.
You hugged him back immediately, burying your tear-streaked face against his chest. His sharp features flushed at once, as though your reaction were a positive sign urging him to continue. Your face was lifted, and you were kissed gently. It was nothing like the first kiss you had received the night before. You clung tightly to your brother’s back, responding to his kiss without truly understanding what you were doing. He would never judge you, even if you didn't know how to kiss.
“O-Oppa!” You flinched when your chest was squeezed greedily while his other arm held you securely on his lap. His touch began to grow hotter. You were made to lean back against him as both sides of your chest were toyed with. Hot breaths brushed against your ear. A warm tongue traced from below up to your collarbone, nibbling lightly at your skin. He knew it would leave a beautiful purple flower behind. “You... shouldn't... stop, please...” you whispered.
One hand slowly slid lower while the other kept you occupied with the kiss. A pleased groan escaped him when he felt how wet and slick you were, as though your body itself was begging him to fuck you right now. So many words rose to the tip of his tongue harsh, possessive, desperate words but he swallowed them all. He had to be patient. If he frightened you and made you fear him, he would never forgive himself for it.
“Do you... really want to marry me?” Your words came out between sobs.
“Yes.” It was as though an entire story flashed through his mind. Every moment he had spent with his little sister had always been filled with pure affection. But now, something was changing. The warmth of the smiles they had shared as children was filling you instead with hot breaths against your neck. “I've always felt that way...” he murmured.
Your body was pushed down onto your back. The towel was still wrapped around your lower half, but it no longer covered you. One of your breasts was being squeezed and kneaded by his rough touch. Your nipple was bitten and sucked as if the grown man was hoping milk would flow from you. The more you moaned, the more his heated touch seemed to be stirred on.
The place below was already being penetrated by his fingers. “Ahh... n-no, please...” You tried to push yourself away, but he kept you trapped. “Th-that place... mmh...” you moaned heavily, tilting your neck to the side in invitation as he slid a second finger inside and painted your neck purple with marks. A tingling sensation raced throughout your body. Even though you knew it was wrong, you did not feel disgusted at all. Your eyes were filled with tears, yet you did not clearly reject your older brother.
“Oppa...” He thought the sound of your moans was adorable. The more he stimulated your sensitive spots, the tighter your small body clenched around his fingers until it hurt. You were about to reach the edge. “I-I’m... coming... mmh, Oppa...” The feeling was cut off, as though you had been abandoned halfway there, when he pulled his fingers out. Through your tears, you looked at the lower half of his face that was not hidden by the hood. He lifted his fingers and sucked on them in a good mood. You immediately turned your face away when you saw it. It was embarrassing. He was licking and sucking up the fluid that had dripped along his fingers. The mocking chuckle from him made you tremble.
As if on cue, the sound of his belt buckle hit the floor. You felt yourself tense inside. Your eyes were filled with bruised sweetness. It was desire, certainly. The more he saw you lying there, waiting for him so easily, the more he wanted to ruin you.
“Hic...” You flinched when his cock pressed against your folds. It was hot, as if it might explode. He rubbed it against you. “Ahh... fuck... feels so damn good.” The sound of him sucking in a breath made you shake even more. His heat was burning you slowly. You tensed when the head of him pressed against your entrance. “O-ppa... mmh...” It was pushed in little by little. He leaned close enough that his breath brushed your neck. You grabbed the back of his hoodie for support.
“I-it hurts... it hurts, Oppa... hic, sob...” He bit you again barely listened to you. Your neck burned, and so did the place below. The large, hard thing filled you completely. You felt as though you could not breathe. When you started to squirm, he braced himself with one arm and used the other hand to hold your face, controlling your lips as he kissed you hungrily. There was barely any time to think of anything except the sensation moving in and out of your body. It left you trembling.
The stinging feeling inside did not fade. It felt as though you were being torn apart below because of his size. But it felt so good. You could not stop moaning. You sobbed heavily, only able to mumble incoherently. He fucked you harder whenever you tightened around him. He knew you were close. “I-I can’t... I’m gonna come... Oppa...” But whenever you moaned, he slowed his hips down instead. “Oppa... hic, sob...”
You were crying because of what he was doing. His lips darkened immediately from biting them, and he licked them with hunger. He wanted to hear you beg. “Do you want to come?” He lowered his head and whispered into your ear. He keeps moving his hips against you teasingly. You writhe from the overwhelming sensation, nodding frantically. Every trace of embarrassment has vanished from you. The only thing you want now is for the unbearable tension to go away. “P-please… it… it’s too much.”
Your eyes meet his. The corner of his mouth curls upward in triumph. He drives his cock into you hard once. “Hngh—! Ahh—” You jolt and immediately throw your arms around him. At the same time, your legs lift and wrap tightly around him. The low chuckle rumbling in his throat makes you tremble. You are such a good girl for him. He decides to stop teasing. Sliding one hand down, he rubs your hardened nub, circling it with his fingers while fucking you in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, this feels so damn good.”
You clench tightly at the familiar voice swearing so crudely. Now you know who is fucking you. But you never knew he had this side of him, a wild side, one that uses filthy words he has never spoken to you before. “I want to fuck you all the time—fuck! This pussy… feels like heaven!” His hood slips all the way down. You finally see him. “Tightening up again.” He smirks. “Your Oppa fucks you well, doesn’t he?” He keeps thrusting into you as if he no longer cares about hiding anything. “Good girl… do you like having your brother’s cock inside this pussy, hm?”
You sob and nod without thinking. “Ahh, innocent little thing. So you like cock now, huh?” You feel yourself getting close. Your toes begin to curl. You cling to your brother even tighter. “If you marry me, I’ll fuck you every day.” His voice blends together with your moans. You come hard because of his shameless words.
“Ahh, oppa… stop—” You have no strength left. Your body is so sensitive that you can barely think straight. But he is not finished with you. “I’m not done yet, Honey. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” You sob when the warmth of his body leaves yours. He pulls away before turning you onto your stomach. A towel is spread beneath you. Your hips are lifted, your back pressed down.
“Ahh, your pussy is so damn tight, ___ . Want oppa to come inside you?” His hard cock pushes all the way in. “I’m going to paint your pussy white, Honey.” You sob, but you take every inch of him. Your body shakes the moment his hand comes down sharply on your ass.
“It hurts… please don’t spank me…” Your ass burns. When another smack lands on the other cheek, he squeezes the reddened flesh, grinding his hard cock into you at the same time. “Ahh, fuck, this feels so good. Goddamn it, I’m gonna come.” His voice is so lewd it leaves you dazed. “You take me so damn well. I should’ve fucked you a long time ago.”
You tighten around him again. He hisses through his teeth and bends down to bite your shoulder, venting the pleasure of being squeezed so tightly. You moan helplessly. “It’d be nice if you got pregnant.”
You stiffen immediately. “O-op… oppa, no—” Your face turns toward him. He crushes his lips against yours while thrusting into you with unrelenting force. His hot cock is pounding inside your pussy in a steady, throbbing rhythm. He’s close to the edge. Saliva and tongues tangle heavily. Your face is smeared with tears and saliva, while below you are soaked with fluids. The sound of flesh slapping together is wet and obscene. “Ughh… get pregnant___ so I can be the father of your child!”
You climax hard at the same time as his hot cum shoots deep inside you. He leans his weight over you, collapsing against you, both of you completely drained. You can’t think anymore. You’re exhausted, your consciousness slipping away. You pass out just like that. He stays warm inside you for a while even after you’ve fainted. When he pulls his softened cock out, white fluid spills out. He uses his fingers to smear it, pushing his semen back into your pussy, squeezing the entrance to keep his fluids inside you.
He knows you probably can’t see his face clearly because the lights are still off, but you’ll definitely recognize his voice. However, that’s not a problem anymore because he no longer intends to hide it. He carries you in a bridal style, wrapping you in a towel. As he steps out of the bathroom, a cut-off switch is flipped and the house lights come back on. He looks down at you in his arms, taking in the result he has hickey across your body. Even though he feels a little guilty for being too rough with you the first time, he’s fairly sure you’ll love it. He will teach you every day. He will do it with you until you memorize every sensation of him. Even his cock inside you…your body will remember it too.
In that moment, as he was lost in thought and walked up to the door of your room, just as his hand was turning the doorknob, he was suddenly stopped by one of your older brothers…
“Taehyung…” He glanced slightly at the middle brother of the household, his expression not particularly pleased. Meanwhile, when Namjoon saw your sleeping face in such an unpleasant state, his expression darkened slightly. “Did you force ___?”
He hummed under his breath, still turning the doorknob as he stepped inside, with Namjoon following closely behind. “No way,” he said with a smile. “She definitely loved it.” His deep baritone voice was full of satisfaction. Namjoon looked at you lying on the bed, breathing steadily. He noticed your body marked with purple bruises on your neck and shoulders. “You went too far.”
“She’ll love it. Don’t worry about it,” he said while taking clothes out of the wardrobe to dress you. “And if I’m good at it, I have you to thank for that.” Namjoon turned to look at Taehyung as if he had misheard him. His usually composed face behind his glasses looked slightly shocked today. “Why are you surprised?” The shirt was already being put on you. “I saw it last night—I couldn’t even stop myself from jerking off to what I saw. It was insanely good.” He slipped matching pants onto you, then raised an eyebrow at the middle brother with a teasing look.
But the older one wasn’t in the mood for jokes at all. He felt like he had made a mistake by getting caught. He had intended to have you first, and he didn’t want to admit that he might have to share you with anyone. Still, Taehyung and Jin were like real brothers to him, practically raised together. Sharing you might be possible… but he still couldn’t stop thinking about it. “But the real thing is much better. If you get to fuck her, you’ll be hooked for sure—”
“‘I’m back!! Who’s home!!’ Jin’s voice echoed through the hallway. Namjoon and Taehyung exchanged a brief glance. When they looked back at you, you were still fast asleep. They decided to leave your room, with Namjoon exiting last. Before the door fully closed, he glanced at you one more time through the gap, as if something lingered in his mind before it shut completely.
“Oppa, I’m serious—I think something really crazy is happening to me.” In the end, you came to consult Hoseok at the hospital. He works at the same place as Namjoon, but you knew he was in a case, after asking the person in front of you already. Last night, you woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and a strange dampness below, as if you had a nightmare. Inside you was filled with semen. It took you a long time to clean it out before you could go back to sleep. When you thought about what Taehyung had done to you, your face immediately burned. “What’s wrong, ___? It’s so hot, but you’re still wearing a turtleneck?”
You had been wearing a turtleneck for two days. Even though Jin asked about it, you just said you were cold, even though it was twenty degrees outside. He even rushed over to you and shouted for Namjoon to check whether you were sick. This morning was almost chaotic. Thankfully, you didn’t see Taehyung today. It seemed like he either overslept or was avoiding you…you weren’t sure. But it was a relief, because you weren’t ready to face him yet.
“I’m just cold. I’m not sure if I’m coming down with a fever,” you replied softly, head lowered, though you glanced at him slightly. As a doctor, you thought Hoseok might be able to tell you were lying. “Forget about that—I came to ask you something, oppa!” you said, pretending to perk up.
Hoseok chuckled warmly at your relaxed demeanor. He moved you to the hospital’s central garden area. It was crowded, but not overwhelming, as the hospital was well-organized. He had you sit down before taking a seat opposite you. “Alright then, what do you want to talk about?” You pressed your lips together tightly, fidgeting your hands in your pockets, trying to carefully organize your words as you prepared to tell your older brother next door about everything you had experienced since the will was read.’
“‘Is there really something like that!’ His expression turned startled after hearing the strange will left by your grandfather. “The thing is… I almost got killed by one of my brothers…” You glanced at Hoseok’s face briefly, wondering if he would believe you, since he was also friends with your brothers. “Do you know which one?” You sniffled softly, blinking to clear the tears that were starting to blur your vision, and shook your head in response.
You didn’t want to guess whether it might be Jin or Namjoon who could be the culprit, but you also didn’t want to rule out that Taehyung might hurt you too. “That’s really dangerous. How about you move in with me for a while?” You lowered your head, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap in small circles. Seeing your indecision, Hoseok became even more worried. He stood up and came to your side, gently patting your head to comfort you. You were afraid of being killed, but you loved your brothers too much to abandon them and leave the house. “It’s okay… moving out would be too obvious,” your voice was barely a whisper, filled with uncertainty whether it was fear or reluctance, even you couldn’t tell.
“I’ll help you find the culprit,” he said. You looked up at him, blinking away tears to see your next-door brother more clearly. He smiled gently at you. You felt more at ease, knowing someone was on your side, even though you were afraid to find out who the culprit among the people you loved might be. “___ is like my real little sister. I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you, Hoseok-oppa.”
You and Hoseok decided to work together to investigate the backgrounds of your three brothers. Since they were adopted from an orphanage in Gwacheon, it wasn’t difficult to find information. After digging through your mother’s diary and archived files, everything was carefully stored. Hoseok arranged to meet you again that evening and offered to drive you to the orphanage.
When you arrived, you met an elderly woman. Her face was warm and kind. “They are my brothers,” you said with a bright smile when she asked who you were. “Could you tell me about their childhood?” The elderly woman smiled back and led you inside. You glanced at Hoseok for a moment; he nodded and followed behind you. The building wasn’t run-down, it was well renovated. Seeing children running across the lawn in the distance made your heart feel warm.
“I don’t really know much about them, so don’t expect too much.” Your expression dimmed slightly. The elderly woman sighed as she looked at you before continuing, “Those three children… before they came here, they were raised as beggars because their parents had a huge amount of debt.”
Your face darkened immediately. You had never wanted to know anything about their lives before they met you. “While they were here, they didn’t talk to anyone. But they weren’t aggressive or anything—just expressionless… and very pitiful,” the woman continued as she walked on, taking out a photograph and handing it to you.
“This is a photo after they were adopted.”
It showed a warm, comforting atmosphere: you as a baby in your mother’s arms, your father holding her from behind, and the three boys standing around them, all smiling brightly at the camera. It was a picture you had never seen before. “Your parents were very good people.”
“Yes…” you smiled, a smile that reached your eyes. You thanked the woman and said goodbye. “___, this makes it clear—they might just be after money.” For a moment, you almost forgot you had come here to investigate the person who hurt you. Looking at their smiles, you didn’t want to think about anything else anymore.
“I’m not going to look for the culprit anymore,” you said. Hoseok quickly grabbed you from behind, turning you to look at your face more clearly. “Why?! It’s dangerous for you!”
“But they’re my brothers… I don’t want to do anything behind their backs anymore…” You clenched your fists tightly but kept walking toward the car. “What if you get killed?” You shook your head, turning back to look at your next-door brother with tears in your eyes.
“I’ll find a way myself. Let’s go back, oppa…”
Hoseok looked at you in disbelief. A girl as sheltered as you, how could you possibly handle the dangers surrounding you? Even though he was friends with your brothers, he was more worried about you than anyone else, and he cared about you too much to let anything happen to you.
The entire ride home was silent. You were lost in your thoughts, the sound of the engine and air conditioning louder than your breathing combined. Hoseok glanced at you several times, sighing because he couldn’t change your mind. But he had no intention of giving up on helping you escape this situation.
By the time you arrived home, it was already evening. You bowed slightly in thanks before getting out of the car. When you opened the door, the house was completely dark. You hated the darkness lately. Whether it was because of the fear of being killed… or the heat of something that had happened to you. It made your whole body tremble either way.
Marriage to someone having to choose who to marry it feels like such a heavy choice. If your brothers knew you were a bad girl, would they still love you? If you didn’t want to choose anyone at all, would they accept your answer?
You drift in your thoughts while standing between the three doors of your brothers. “___ Who do you want to marry?” A voice from behind makes your breath hitch. The moment you turn around, you’re pulled into an embrace. Your back hits his firm chest, the clean scent of him brushing against you. “For you… which one would make you happy?”
You press your lips tightly together, biting them until it hurts as his arms tighten around you, making it hard to breathe. “That…” You grip his forearm, slowly trying to ease it away as you turn, lifting your gaze toward him in a hoodie that hides most of his face. Without hesitation, you throw your arms around him instead.
“No matter who it is, I’d be happy!” you say, tightening your hug through tears, your chin resting on his shoulder while your brother stays silent. “I love you all so much. No matter who I marry, I’ll be happy. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I never knew what you all had to go through… hngh—sorry—” Your voice cuts off when your chin is lifted, forcing you into a kiss. His hot breath washes over you, filled with a painful kind of desperation whether it comes from him or from your tears, you’re not sure. But you can feel it: your brother is just as sad as you are.
He doesn’t want you to cry. He loves you, protecting you in every path you choose to walk, erasing anything that might hurt you or make you overthink, always. But now, something meaningless is disturbing your beautiful life and it is something he needs to stop.
That night, you fell asleep after your brother had put you to bed. You trusted him when he said he would keep you safe. But suddenly, you jolted awake, a violent wave of discomfort surging through your instincts. At first, your mind was still hazy from deep sleep, your eyelids heavy and barely able to open. But the pain shooting through your throat snapped everything back into focus in an instant. Your eyes flew wide open when you realized a pair of hands were tightly wrapped around your neck, squeezing hard. A tall figure was straddling you, pinning you down so you could barely move.
The darkness swallowed every trace of moonlight seeping through the window, leaving you unable to see the intruder’s face at all. The sound of your own breathing roared in your ears. You tried to inhale, but only a hoarse sound escaped instead. Both of your hands shot up to grab his wrists, desperately trying to pry them away from your throat. Your nails dug into his skin until it hurt, but the grip didn’t loosen even slightly.
Adrenaline flooded your body, making you tremble. You drove your knee hard into his torso, causing him to lose his balance for just a moment. In that brief second, you twisted free and fell off the bed, crashing onto the floor so hard your elbow went numb—but you didn’t stop. The curtains fluttered behind you, and the window stood wide open, letting in the cold night air. That alone was enough for you to realize how the intruder had gotten in.
Heavy footsteps followed right behind you as you bolted toward the door. Your shaking hand grabbed the doorknob and twisted it violently. Your heart nearly stopped when it finally gave way. You stumbled out into the hallway without even looking at who was in front of you.
“Joonie-Oppa!” You cried out the moment you saw him. Your eyes widened as he took in your condition. You didn’t think at all you just ran into his arms, clinging to him so tightly it felt like you might bury yourself in his chest. All the fear you had been holding in shattered at once.
“Help…!” Your voice shook so badly it was almost unintelligible. Your fingers gripped his shirt as if letting go would make him disappear. “I’m here,” his deep voice said steadily, as though he had been expecting this. He switched on the lights, flooding the room with brightness that made you instinctively shut your eyes.
The intruder was still there standing frozen in the middle of the room, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to be at the door. “Where’s Jin-Oppa?” you asked without thinking but before he could answer, footsteps came from the end of the hallway.
Another tall figure ran toward you with a shocked expression. And the moment you saw Taehyung, your heart tightened painfully.
Then Namjoon is here too…
Then who was the one in your room? A thought cuts through your mind so sharply your stomach twists in on itself. The possibility that the same person who had held you just a few hours ago might have been the one trying to kill you makes your blood run cold in an instant.
But before that thought can take root any deeper, the sound of a window locking from behind pulls everyone’s attention at once. You turn back on instinct. A tall figure stands by the window that has just been closed. One hand still rests on the frame, while his eyes lock directly onto the intruder inside the room. Jin is there, his expression unnervingly calm, almost detached. The silence that falls over everything is suffocating.
In that split second, overwhelming relief crashes into your chest so hard it nearly makes your legs give out. Not your brother. So then… who has been trying to kill you all this time? “Game’s over. Cat and mouse is finished.” Jin’s voice is flat, steady, eerily so. The usual brightness in his eyes is gone, replaced by something darker, something you’ve never seen before. Namjoon tightens his arms around you without a word. The warmth of his body keeps you upright, stopping you from collapsing to the floor completely. But even so, your legs refuse to stop shaking.
You turned back toward the intruder again. The black mask still covered his face completely; there was no way to see who he was, no way to connect him to anyone you might know or not know. “Since when did you all figure it out?” A rough, low voice slips out from behind the mask. Jin lets out a soft chuckle in his throat before pulling his phone from his pocket.
“At first… it was just suspicion.” Silence spreads through the room. “Are you going to take the mask off yourself now?” he asks. “Or do you want me to say your name?” The corner of Jin’s mouth lifts slightly as he speaks the name clearly.
“Hoseok.” Your breath catches.
“No… that’s not possible…” No one responds. You look between the brothers one by one. Their faces are calm, certain in Jin’s words without a hint of doubt and that certainty is more terrifying than any denial could have been.
Slowly, the intruder raises his hand and removes the mask. A familiar face is revealed under the dim light. The name slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. “Hoseok-Oppa…why?”
“I did it because Namjoon ordered me to.” You pull your gaze toward the middle brother, but he only exhales and shakes his head. Behind him, Taehyung lets out a small, amused laugh.
“You’re really going to try and spin it like that?” Jin speaks with a tired tone, then scrolls through his phone a few times before turning the screen toward you. A video plays. The footage is slightly shaky, like it was taken from a security camera or a hidden device.
You watch it with your heart pounding and the next second, your blood turns cold. The intruder entering through the window. Him strangling you until you lose consciousness. Another clip him waiting outside your room. Then him running away. The face is clearly visible in every frame and suddenly, everything makes sense.
Why Jin had those recordings. “Haa… that obsessive, almost sick way you take care of her actually came in handy,” Jin says as he puts his phone away.
He had always thought this kind of constant surveillance was the best way to keep you safe. Jin knew Namjoon had planted a tracker in your phone. He had cameras hidden around the house to watch over you. Taehyung was always the one physically trailing you whenever you went somewhere the cameras couldn’t reach, or the signal was weak, you would somehow find Taehyung already there, always coincidentally taking you home.
You never suspected a thing. You were their innocent little sister. And they loved you far too much to ever let you go. Even sharing you among themselves… was something Jin had long since accepted.
“If the culprit is Hoseok oppa… then what about those things?” You look at them, uneasy. “What do you mean?” Hoseok asks. Taehyung laughs softly. “It’s not him.” You exhale in relief without realizing it.
The three brothers exchange looks, faint smirks forming at the corners of their mouths. When Hoseok looks back at you, his face is faintly red. “And also,” Jin adds calmly, “the clip shows your face clearly, Hoseok. Stop playing around. Let’s just talk.”
Inside the living room, the five of you sit in a loose circle, as if waiting for the conversation to finally begin. You are the first to break the silence, your own confusion spilling out. “Why did you try to kill me?” Hoseok is quiet for a moment then lets out a low, breathy laugh. “Because I wanted you to hate them.” His gaze shifts, moving across Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung one by one.
You don’t understand what he means. They’ve been close for as long as you can remember long before your brothers even introduced you to Hoseok. “Why?” you ask again.
“If you hated them, you wouldn’t cling to them anymore. And then… you could come back to me. Become my little sister again.” His tone is completely serious. “Little sister? What are you even talking about?” You stare at him in shock, as if his words are too heavy to process. Then Namjoon speaks for the first time, his voice lower than before. “Because she’s your biological sister.” It feels like the air in the room is suddenly compressed.
Everyone avoids each other’s gaze, tension thick and suffocating. Namjoon explains he found the truth in your mother’s diary, something you had missed, and later confirmed Hoseok’s unusual movements at Jin’s request. Jin hums softly under his breath, almost amused, as if everything is finally falling into place.
And just like that, the situation settles your mind slowly calming, and even Hoseok looking as though he’s running out of options. “I’ve been looking for you all this time,” he says softly. His voice has changed now gentler, stripped of its earlier edge. “You’re my little sister…”
For the first time, you see Hoseok cry. His eyes are red and swollen, and it hurts more than you expected it to. Even though the truth about your relationship shocks you, it doesn’t erase how he has treated you and how kind he has been to you all this time as the neighbor who always looked out for you.
Hoseok continues, filling in what Namjoon didn’t say. He tells you how he was taken away from your biological parents by the main family to be raised as a successor, because at the time the main household had no heir. He grew up in an environment filled with pressure and suffocation, until he eventually learned who he truly was and that he had a younger sister.
Before he could confirm everything with your real parents, they passed away in an accident. Your grandfather was the one who told him the truth afterward. It made him furious. So much so that he didn’t even attend their funeral.
The parents who had lost their son were overwhelmed with grief, and in their sorrow, they took in three children and raised them as their own. He had seen that image in his mind for as long as he could remember, and it always hurt because he felt that place should have been his and yet, you still smiled at him so gently, as the friend of your brothers but now… he wanted to be your real brother.
“Oppa has always been an important older brother to me… you always have been.” You hug him the way you always have. Hoseok freezes for a brief moment, as if his body can’t immediately respond. Then, slowly, his arms lift and hold you back just a little tighter than before.
All this time, you never realized how long he had been carrying this truth alone. “I won’t leave here,” you say, muffled against his shoulder, even though tears still won’t stop falling.
Hoseok falls silent for a moment. “…I understand.” He gently pulls away from you, slowly, as if afraid to let go too abruptly. With careful fingers, he wipes your tears away, almost as if he’s worried he might hurt you.
“Are you going to hand me over to the police?” He turns to your remaining brothers. “If we did that… she probably wouldn’t love us anymore,” Taehyung answers first, letting out a soft sigh as he shakes his head. Namjoon stares at him for a moment before speaking. “But if you ever hurt her again, I’ll be the one sending you to prison.”
Hoseok lets out a quiet laugh, as if accepting the warning without resistance. Then he nods slightly. “I won’t.” He takes a step back, his eyes lingering on you one last time, as if memorizing the moment. “Until next time… we’ll be strangers.” He smiles faintly but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “There’s nothing left unfinished now.”
“Are you crazy or something…” The words slip out of you before you can stop them, still trembling with tears on your face. It isn’t something you meant to say as a response, it's just a thought that escapes before your heart can catch up. You wipe your cheeks slowly, trying to gather yourself back into something stable enough to stand in this moment, even though everything inside you is still shaking.
You take a deep breath, even though your chest still aches. “From now on…” you say slowly, choosing each word carefully, “we’ll be siblings.”
Silence falls again but this time, it isn’t suffocating. It’s quieter and heavier in a different way. As if everyone is accepting that your words have drawn a new line… one that none of you can step back over.
You looked Hoseok straight in the eyes, even though your vision was still slightly blurred. “It might not be the same as what I have with Joonie-Oppa… or Tae-Oppa… or Jin-Oppa,” your voice wavers a little, but it’s steadier than before. “But it’s still sibling love.”
Hoseok stays silent for a long time. He looks at you longer than he ever has before like he’s trying to memorize something that can’t be taken back. Then his lips lift slightly. It isn’t a full smile like before, but it doesn’t hurt the way it did earlier either. “…I understand.” He nods once, slowly, as if sealing something final.
Then he turns around for real this time and walks away. You watch his back as it gradually disappears from your line of sight. “___” You turn at the sound of your name. Your three brothers call you at the same time. When you walk toward them and stop in front of them, a sudden wave of embarrassment hits you, and you instinctively turn your face away.
“Looks like our little sister is shy,” Taehyung teases when he sees you covering your face. You rub your cheeks awkwardly, thinking about everything that just happened.
“All right then…” Jin’s voice cuts in, calm but playful. “Time for the little one to choose your future husband…”
Note: Alright, I’m sorry if the plot is a bit hollow and seems stupid, but it’s just a one-shot so just ignore it and enjoy reading. Anyway, if I have time, I might come back with a 4P special episode. Haha.
