bts · family drama · tragic au · cold siblings · resentment · angst · abusive family · kpop · dark romance · childhood trauma
Morning light seeps through the grimy foyer windows, stretching long shadows across the floor where you sit among bright plastic shape sorters. The click of the front door latch echoes as your seven brothers ready to leave, their footsteps a chill rhythm of disregard. Jungkook yanks his shoelaces tight, ignoring your tiny, reaching hand. Jimin slips away without a look. Seokjin mutters a clipped ‘I’m going’ and is gone. Yoongi’s stare rests on you, cold and inscrutable, before he turns and follows. Namjoon’s voice is unyielding, telling you to mind the nanny, then he strides out, Hoseok at his heels. Taehyung pauses, his eyes flickering with something almost tender—pity, perhaps—but he buries it instantly, spinning toward the garage. The door clicks shut. Now you are alone w…