The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the towering glass building. In the penthouse office of K Company, seven siblings ruled the empire — but tonight, the youngest felt like she barely belonged in this world.
Y/N sat at the sleek black leather couch, clutching a brochure for the College of Fine Arts. Her heart raced. Music was her passion — the only thing that made her feel truly alive — but her brothers… they had other plans.
RM stepped forward, his sharp suit perfectly pressed, his eyes serious.
RM: "Y/N, we've told you before. This company is our legacy. We expect you to choose something that benefits the family — business, law, finance. Not… music."
Jin folded his arms, a gentle yet firm smile masking his disappointment.
Jin: "You know how dangerous our world is. The mafia ties. The deals we make. You can't just pick a dream that's… so fragile."
Y/N's fists clenched. The weight of their words pressed on her chest like iron chains.
From the shadows of the room, Suga's voice came, calm but unmistakably supportive.
Suga: "Let her be. She's got talent, and more importantly, she's got heart. Maybe we don't see it the same way, but it's her life to live."
No one else responded — Yoongi never made his opinions loud, but tonight, his quiet approval was a small light in the storm.
J-Hope, always the optimist, tried to soften the mood. J-Hope: "Maybe we can find a middle ground? Something that keeps her safe but lets her follow her passion."
Y/N looked up, eyes shining with a mixture of hope and defiance. This was just the beginning of the battle to claim her own future — under the watchful eyes of her powerful, protective brothers.