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The rain outside the private wing of Seoul National University Hospital was relentless, but inside Room 701, the world had narrowed down to a single, fragile sound: the soft, rhythmic ticking of a newborn’s heart monitor. **Taehyung** was born at exactly 4:14 AM. To the rest of the Kim and Jeon families, he was a blessing—a fragile, rosy-cheeked extension of their prestigious lineage. But to his older cousins, ten-year-old **V** and nine-year-old **Jungkook**, he was something else entirely. He was a shift in the universe. ### The First Glimpse The adults were busy down the hall, celebratory champagne glasses clinking as they toasted to the new heir. The hospital room was dimly lit, cast in a soft, sterile blue. V stood by the side of the clear plastic bassinet first. Even at ten, he possessed an unsettling, quiet gravity. His dark eyes, devoid of the usual childish wonder, reflected the tiny form wrapped in a white hospital blanket. "Look at him," V whispered, his voice dangerously calm for a child. Jungkook stepped up beside him. At nine, Jungkook was a volatile mix of sharp instincts and intense focus. He gripped the edge of the bassinet, his knuckles turning white as he peered over the edge. Inside the crib, baby Tae stirred. He didn't cry. Instead, his tiny, delicate fingers twitched against the cloth, and his eyelids fluttered open, revealing oversized, glassy dark eyes that seemed to look straight into their.

Teahyung

Newborn baby

V

10 year's old

Will be obsessed with Tae

Jungkook

9 year's old

Will also be obsessed with Tae

The nurse carefully lifted the fragile bundle and placed Tae into V's arms. V's posture shifted instantly, locking the baby securely against his chest. He looked down at Tae's tiny face, and a dark, absolute certainty settled deep into his bones. "You are mine", V thought, his grip tightening just a fraction too hard, though the baby didn't seem to mind, merely sighing against his chest. "I am the only one who dictates your world."

Jungkook watched V hold the baby, a burning, fierce jealousy flaring in his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of Tae resting against someone else-even V.

Jungkook demanded, his voice dropping an octave, a hint of the switch-like volatility that would define him later. He didn't wait for V to hand the baby over; he stepped into V's space, his hands sliding underneath V's arms to grasp the baby himself.

For a tense second, the two young boys locked eyes over the newborn. A silent, terrifying understanding passed between them. They weren't going to share him with the world. They were going to share him with each other, trapping the boy between them forever.

In the quiet, shadowed hospital room, as the storm raged outside, the blueprint for Taehyung's life was drawn. He was only a few hours old, a helpless baby boy, but his fate had already been sealed by the two predators standing guard over his crib. He was theirs. Entirely. Safely. And hopelessly.

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The silence that followed V's declaration in the hospital room wasn't empty; it was heavy, vibrating with a tension far too sharp for two children. V stood by the window, the glow of the city streetlights reflecting faintly on the glass, though his eyes remained locked on the sleeping infant in the bassinet. The air around him was frigid, calm, and utterly final. Jungkook stood near the door, his small frame rigid. His heart was hammering against his ribs, not with fear of V, but with a fierce, possessive echo of the older boy's words. "Because we won't let anyone else near him." It was the first time anyone had put a name to the dark, twisting need that had gripped him the moment he saw Taehyung's eyes.

V slowly turned from the window, his posture-even at ten years old-possessing a terrifying, quiet grace. He walked over to the bassinet, his long fingers hovering just above the baby's cheek. He didn't touch him, not yet, but he was marking the space around him.

Jungkook walked forward, stopping on the opposite side of the clear plastic crib. He looked down at Taehyung's small hand, curled into a fist against his chest. The protectiveness he felt was violent, a desperate need to sever every tie this child had to the outside world and keep him solely for himself. And here, in this quiet room, he realized he didn't have to fight V for that privilege. V wanted the same thing.

Soon iu was moved to Vip room While All the jeon family was Present there

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Away from everyone eyesight Vkook were standing there

Looking at Tae with their eyes filled with possessiveness and Jaw crack tighten not liking the way Everyone was holding Baby Tae

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In that sterile hospital room, the blueprint of their obsession was redrawn. They weren't just cousins anymore; they were conspirators. From that day forward, the easy camaraderie of their own childhoods shifted. They didn't compete for other friends or toys anymore; they competed for Taehyung's attention.

It manifested in subtle ways that the adults mistook for exceptional devotion. Whenever family visited, V and Jungkook would flank the stroller like armed guards, their eyes dark and watchful, their small bodies positioned to block anyone who tried to get too close, or touch him in a way they didn't approve of. They learned to read Tae's cries before his parents did. V, ever the calculating strategist, would calm the baby with a low, rhythmic humming that put Tae to sleep instantly. Jungkook, volatile and intense, discovered he could soothe Tae by holding him tightly, rocking him with a rhythmic desperation that seemed to transfer his own frantic energy into the child.

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The time fly by Taehyung was not anymore a baby But to everyone he was their little baby Tae

By the time Taehyung was five, the dynamic in the great Kim household was undeniable. He was rarely found without either V or Jungkook nearby. Tae was a soft, sweet child, easily overwhelmed by the noise of the world, and V and Jungkook had positioned themselves as his sanctuary. V, the stoic protector, would hold Tae's hand through thunderstorms, his presence a quiet, immovable wall that made Tae feel safe. Jungkook, the wilder, more expressive cousin, would make Tae laugh until he cried, showering him with affection and attention that bordered on suffocating.

Yet, if anyone else tried to enter that circle -if another child at the playground tried to hold Tae's hand, or if an aunt cooed too loudly over him-the shift was instantaneous. V's gaze would go glacial, his silent dismissal sending the intruder away. Jungkook's smile would fade, his eyes darkening with a warning that had adults whispering about "intensity" while Tae, oblivious to the darkness, simply leaned closer into his cousins, trusting them above all else. They had built the first bars of the silver cage, and Taehyung, innocent and adored, had happily walked inside.

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By the time has passes

Soon

V ,Jk, Taehyung All grow up

But V, and jk obsession become more and more

Kim V

Seventeen years old

Jeon Jungkook

Sixteen year's old

Kim Taehyung

Fourteen years old

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The years passed like heavy silk, wrapping around Taehyung as he grew from a fragile toddler into a soft-spoken, breathtakingly ethereal boy of fourteen.

To the outside world, the Kim and Jeon families were the picture of perfection. But inside the grand estate, Taehyung's life was carefully curated. V and Jungkook had grown into towering, striking figures whose very presence commanded absolute obedience. At seventeen, V was the unyielding, dominant force, his cold, piercing gaze enough to make anyone back away. At sixteen, Jungkook was a volatile switch, shifting seamlessly between a warm, blinding smile and a dark, suffocating intensity that kept everyone at arm's length.

Everyone except Taehyung.

For Taehyung, his older cousins were the sun, the moon, and the walls of his world. They dressed him, they decided his schedule, and they spent every waking second ensuring he looked only at them. Taehyung, sweet and naturally submissive, didn't mind. He leaned into their heavy adoration, finding comfort in the golden cage they had built around him.

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When Taehyung turned fourteen, a crisis struck the household that V and Jungkook had tried to delay for years: school.

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It was a crisp autumn morning. Taehyung stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, nervously smoothing down the collar of his crisp white school shirt. His blonde hair fell softly across his forehead, and his big, dark eyes stared back at him with a mix of anxiety and innocence. He had always been homeschooled by private tutors, safely tucked away in the estate. But his parents had finally insisted on a real academy for high school.

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The door clicked open, and V walked in, followed closely by Jungkook.

The air in the room instantly grew thick. V was dressed in a sharp, tailored black blazer, his expression carved from stone. Jungkook wore an unbuttoned silk shirt, his collarbones visible, his dark eyes instantly locking onto Taehyung with a predatory possessiveness.

his voice low, steady, and dripping with absolute authority. V stepped closer, his long fingers taking over, adjusting Taehyung's tie with brutal, possessive precision until it was tight enough to feel like a leash.

The grand gates of elite high school loomed ahead like iron bars. The courtyard was packed with teenagers laughing, talking, and rushing to their lockers. To Taehyung, it looked like a terrifying, chaotic ocean.

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He instinctively grabbed the edges of V and Jungkook's sleeves, hiding slightly between their broad shoulders.

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The effect they had on the courtyard was immediate. Whispers broke out instantly. V walked with the terrifying grace of a king, his dark eyes sweeping over the crowd like a warning. Jungkook walked beside Taehyung, his arm slung tightly and heavily around Taehyung's waist, pulling the younger boy so flush against his side that there was no space for air, let alone another person.

into Taehyung's hair, glaring at a group of sophomore boys who were staring at Taehyung's ethereal face. The boys quickly looked away, intimidated by the sheer menace in Jungkook's eyes.

They walked Taehyung straight to his first-period classroom, sitting him right in the front row. V took the seat directly to his left, and Jungkook took the seat to his right. They were caged in by two walls of pure, suffocating obsession.

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For the first few hours, no one dared to approach Taehyung. V and Jungkook's aura was a physical barrier that kept everyone ten feet away.

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Then came lunchtime.

Taehyung sat quietly at a corner table in the cafeteria, nibbling on a sandwich that Jungkook had personally packed for him. V had stepped away for a brief moment to deal with an administrator, and Jungkook had gone to grab a bottle of water, leaving Taehyung alone for literally thirty seconds.

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Taehyung blinked, looking up to see a boy with bright, soft blonde hair, plump lips, and a dazzling, friendly smile standing tray-in-hand. It was Lisa a first-year student known across the school for her bright energy and lack of self-preservation.

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The temperature in the cafeteria seemed to drop by twenty degrees.

Lisa froze, his smile faltering as he slowly turned his head. Standing behind him was V. The older boy's face was a mask of cold, murderous rage, his dark eyes boring into Lisa like daggers.

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Before Lisa could even speak, Jungkook appeared on the other side, slamming his water bottle down onto the table with a loud thud. Jungkook's chest heaved with a violent, possessive fury, his lips curling into a dangerous sneer.

Lisa swallowed hard, instantly shrinking back from the overwhelming, suffocating dominance radiating off the two older boys. He realized right then and there that Taehyung wasn't just a shy boy-he was guarded by two apex predators.

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Before Jungkook could snap further, Taehyung panicked. He had never seen them react this violently in public. Reaching out with trembling hands, Taehyung grabbed both V's sleeve and Jungkook's hand, looking up at them with big, tear-filled, pleading eyes.

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V and Jungkook looked down at Taehyung's small, pleading hands clutching their clothes. The furious fire in their chests stuttered, instantly melting into a puddle of absolute, helpless devotion. Taehyung was their weakness. One look from him, and they would burn the world down-or spare it.

V's icy expression softened just a fraction. He reached out, his long fingers gently cupping Taehyung's cheek, wiping away an imaginary speck of dust.

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Jungkook smirked, wrapping his arm back around Taehyung's waist, pulling him so hard against his side that Taehyung let out a soft gasp. Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung's neck, breathing in his sweet scent to calm his own raging jealousy.

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Taehyung let out a quiet sigh, leaning his head against Jungkook's shoulder while Lisa watched in stunned silence. He had his first friend, yes-but he was more deeply caged than ever.

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