Y/N rushed into the penthouse after school, her satchel slung over one shoulder and music notes sticking from her notebook. The moment she stepped in, the mood hit her like a wall — cold, stiff, electric.
Her brothers were home early. All of them.
Namjoon sat at the head of the dining table, fingers tapping the mahogany surface. Jin stood beside him, arms folded. Jimin and Hoseok were pacing, whispering in clipped tones. Jungkook was silent, standing guard by the window.
Yoongi wasn't there.
Y/N: "What's going on?"
Namjoon: "Sit."
She obeyed slowly, eyes scanning their faces.
Jin: "There was an attack at the tower. The Baek Syndicate tried to hit us. During the ambush, they mentioned you."
Y/N (softly): "Me? Why?"
Jimin: "Because you're our weakness. And they know it."
Hoseok: "From now on, you don't go anywhere alone. No unscheduled lessons. No solo walks. You'll be escorted to school and back. Understood?"
Y/N froze.
Y/N: "I'm not a prisoner."
Namjoon: "You're a Kim. And that means you don't get to be careless. We're not punishing you. We're protecting you."
She wanted to scream. To tell them that this wasn't her life — that she just wanted to play music and be free. But their faces weren't cruel. Just afraid. And she understood, even if it hurt.
Later that night, her phone buzzed.
Yoongi (text):Come to the studio tomorrow. Bring your notebook.
No scolding. No lectures. Just quiet faith.