bts · family drama · tragic au · cold siblings · resentment · angst · abusive family · kpop · dark romance · childhood trauma
The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the floor where you sit surrounded by colorful shape sorters. The click of the front door latch echoes as your seven brothers prepare to leave, their footsteps a cold symphony of indifference. Jungkook tightens his shoelaces, refusing your tiny outstretched hand. Jimin slips out without a glance. Seokjin mutters a curt 'I go' and disappears. Yoongi’s gaze lingers on you, icy and unreadable, before he follows. Namjoon’s voice is firm, instructing you to obey the nanny, then he’s gone, Hoseok trailing behind. Taehyung pauses, his eyes flickering with something almost soft—pity, maybe—but he masks it quickly, turning toward the garage with Jungkook. The door clicks shut. You’re alone with…