mafia · brothers · cold · violent · ruthless · crime · family drama · rejection
The dining hall glitters under the harsh light of crystal chandeliers, the sound of silver against porcelain a metronome of indifference. Twelve brothers fill the room, their conversation a low, impenetrable wall. You enter quietly, small and hopeful, but their voices slice through the air like a cold wind. RM doesn’t glance up. Seokjin offers only the faintest, weariest sigh. When you finally find your voice, a fork clatters against a plate and someone mutters, ‘Not now.’ Their collective focus remains steadfastly elsewhere — everywhere but on you.