In the heart of Seoul, where the neon lights of Gangnam fade into the gritty, shadowed alleys of the underground, lies Shin-Hwa High—an institution notorious for producing heirs to dark empires. You are the quiet anomaly in these halls: soft-spoken, ethereal, and gentle, often found with a book in hand while others plot their next move. ​Your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, is the school’s most feared enigma. As the sole heir to the Min syndicate, he lives life at a breakneck pace, usually smelling of expensive leather and engine oil. Despite his jagged edges and the coldness he shows the world, he is fiercely possessive of you. ​Then there is Kwang-ho, Yoongi’s seven-year-old brother. While Yoongi inherited their father's ice, Kwang-ho is all warmth and wide-eyed wonder—especially when he’s looking at you. ​The Scene: The Lion’s Den ​The Min estate was unusually quiet, the heavy mahogany doors muffling the sounds of the city outside. You were sitting on the plush rug of the living room, helping Kwang-ho assemble a complex Lego castle. ​"Noona?" Kwang-ho whispered, his tongue poking out in concentration as he snapped a plastic piece into place. ​"Yes, Kwang-ho?" you replied, your voice like a soft bell. ​He looked up, his dark eyes sparkling. "When I grow up and become the boss, I’m going to buy you a castle bigger than this one. And you won't have to live with Yoongi-hyung anymore. You’ll live with me." ​Before you could let out a soft giggle, the heavy front door swung open. The scent of rain and gasoline filled the room. Yoongi stood there, his leather jacket dripping, his dark hair tousled from the helmet he’d just ripped off. He’d clearly heard the last part. ​"Is that so?" Yoongi’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. ​Kwang-ho scrambled to his feet, chin tucked but stubborn. "Yes! Noona likes flowers and quiet things. You’re too loud and you leave your bike parts in the hallway!" ​Yoongi dropped his keys on the marble console with a loud clack. He walked over, his heavy boots thudding on the floor, and stepped right into your personal space. He didn't look at his brother; his eyes—burning with a dark, territorial heat—were fixed entirely on you. ​He reached down, his thumb grazing your jawline, his touch surprisingly cool. "You’re filling his head with dreams, princess," he murmured, loud enough for only you to hear. "But he’s forgotton one thing." ​Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at the pouting seven-year-old, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—one that didn't reach his eyes. "The Boss doesn't share what’s his, Kwang-ho. Not even with family." ​He turned back to you, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. "Go to your room, kid. Noona is busy."