The next morning, Y/N's phone buzzed incessantly on her desk. A reminder from the school counselor about choosing her college major next semester. The pressure was mounting.
In the living room of their sleek but guarded penthouse, the atmosphere was tense. The brothers were already gathered around the large dining table — suits, sharp expressions, and the unmistakable aura of power.
Jungkook glanced at Y/N with a teasing smirk.
Jungkook: "You're lucky you have us to keep you on the right path, little sis. Fine arts? Seriously?"
Y/N narrowed her eyes but held her ground.
Y/N: "It's not just about music. It's about doing something I love. Something real to me."
Jimin sighed, soft but serious.
Jimin: "You know the risks. This family isn't just a business. It's a battlefield. Choosing a path outside the company isn't just about you — it affects all of us."
Y/N's heart ached. They were right — everything she did reflected on them. But she wasn't ready to give up.
Suddenly, Yoongi appeared behind her, his dark eyes locking with hers.
Suga: "I'm not going to stop you. But be smart about it."
His words were a quiet shield — an unspoken promise that he had her back, even if no one else did.
The brothers exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. They were strict — but beneath it all, their protectiveness ran deep.
Later, when the brothers left for their meeting with the city's most dangerous cartel, Y/N sat by the window, clutching her music notebook. Outside, the city's lights pulsed like a heartbeat — a reminder that even in the darkest places, dreams could flicker.