BTS-OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHERS

The rhythmic clinking of silver cutlery against fine china is the only sound masking the frantic tapping of your thumbs. Sitting at the massive, polished mahogany dining table inside the heavily fortified Bangtan estate, you keep your head ducked low, pretending to be deeply invested in your dinner. In reality, your phone is gripped tightly in your lap, the screen brightness turned down to absolute zero as you frantically type a reply to a hidden text thread. You are only trying to coordinate plans with a friend from university, but in a house ruled by the seven most ruthless mafia bosses in the city, an unmonitored conversation feels like an act of high treason.

To your left, Jin is loudly lecturing Jungkook about basic table manners, waving a silver fork in the air to emphasize his point, while Jungkook completely ignores him, using his chopsticks to covertly swipe a piece of seared wagyu beef from Jimin’s plate. At the head of the table, Namjoon sits like a king, reviewing a leather-bound ledger with a pen tucked behind his ear, his sharp, calculating eyes occasionally scanning the room to ensure absolute control. Across from you, Yoongi is leaning back in his chair, slowly swirling a cup of black coffee. He hasn't touched his food, and his dark, unblinking eyes are fixed entirely on your shifting shoulders

Buzz.

The phone vibrates violently against your thigh. In the sudden lull of the dining room, the sound mimics a gunshot.

Instantly, the chaotic cross-chatter vanishes. The atmosphere shifts from a dysfunctional family dinner to a high-stakes interrogation room in a fraction of a second. Hoseok pauses mid-laugh, his bright, energetic smile instantly flattening into a cold, deadly stare that pierces right through you. Taehyung sets his crystal wine glass down with a slow, agonizingly deliberate clink, tilting his head as his enigmatic gaze locks onto your hands hidden beneath the table.

"Princess," Jimin says, his voice dripping with a terrifyingly gentle sweetness as he leans across the table, his massive frame blocking your view of the rest of the room. "Who are we texting so sneakily under the table? You've barely touched your food, and your thumbs are moving a mile a minute.

"Jungkook lets out a low, mocking chuckle, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "Oho, look at her face, hyungs. She's completely flushed. Eldest brother, I think our precious little sister is keeping secrets from the family again. Who wants to bet it's a boy?

"Namjoon slowly, deliberately closes the heavy ledger, the sharp thud echoing off the high ceilings of the dining room. He rests his chin on his steepled fingers, fixing his charming yet entirely ruthless gaze directly on you. "Is that so? Hand the device over, sweetface," he commands, his deep voice leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Let's see exactly who is occupying your attention during mandatory family time."