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he Baek family was not like any ordinary family. Behind the solid walls of their magnificent mansion, there lived generations carrying secrets darker than shadows themselves. Power, wealth, and influence had shaped the Baek bloodline into something... unnatural. Greed, obsession, coldness — those were qualities cultivated as virtues rather than sins.

Yet amidst that corrupted garden bloomed a single innocent flower — M/n, the youngest of the Baek bloodline.

Jiho and Jiwoon, the twin heirs, were already teenagers when M/n was still a fragile little boy, just beginning to understand the world. Unlike the cold and cruel members of the Baek family, Jiho and Jiwoon’s hearts softened in front of M/n.
To them, M/n wasn’t just a brother — he was something to protect at all costs.

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In the grand courtyard of the mansion, Jiho, now 15 years old, was adjusting the gears on his mountain bike, his platinum hair shimmering under the afternoon sun. Jiwoon, lounging lazily on the grass nearby, tossed small pebbles into the pond with casual precision.

“M/n, come here,” Jiho called, voice firm but gentler than he would ever show to anyone else.

Little M/n, barely 9 years old, stumbled forward, carrying a tiny helmet almost too big for his head. His eyes wide with excitement.

“Are we going riding today, hyung?” M/n’s voice chirped brightly.

Jiwoon laughed softly, getting up and ruffling M/n’s hair.
“We’re taking you on an adventure, squirt. You trust us, right?” Jiwoon said with a teasing smirk.

M/n nodded furiously. "Of course!"

Their world was rough, but Jiho and Jiwoon wanted to create a safe bubble where M/n could be free — even just for a moment.

However, deep inside, there were already hints of an unhealthy attachment. Jiho would glare daggers at anyone who dared even breathe too close to M/n. Jiwoon would subtly cling to M/n, touching his shoulder or tugging at his sleeve whenever he felt ignored.

That evening, gathered in the grand dining hall with marble floors and endless chandeliers, the entire Baek family assembled — all cold, masked faces, fake smiles.

Jiho and Jiwoon sat close on either side of M/n, shielding him like human barriers.

A relative sneered across the table, “M/n, such a delicate boy. Will he survive in our world?”

Jiho’s jaw tightened. His hand under the table clenched into a fist.

Jiwoon leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming dangerously.
“He doesn’t need to survive. We’ll make the world bow to him.”

The room grew colder. Silent.

M/n, innocent to the tension, simply smiled and kept eating his dessert — his trust absolute.

At that moment, both Jiho and Jiwoon swore silently in their hearts:

No matter what, M/n would never be tainted by the monsters of this family.
If needed, they would become the monsters themselves — for him.

•

It was early autumn, when the leaves in the garden began turning fiery red and golden brown. The Baek mansion, ever imposing and cold, stood like an unchanging fortress against the shifting seasons.

Inside the grand estate, however, warmth bloomed — at least for three boys bound tighter than blood.

"Hyung! Hyung! Look at me!"
M/n’s excited voice echoed through the marble halls. The tiny boy raced down the corridor, his laughter bouncing off the high ceilings as he waved a crudely drawn picture in his hands.

Jiho looked up from the book he was reading, his cold gray eyes immediately softening at the sight of his little brother.
Jiwoon, sprawled on the couch, glanced over and smirked.

"What did you draw this time, little brat?" Jiwoon teased, reaching out.

M/n puffed up proudly. "It’s us! Jiho hyung, Jiwoon hyung, and me!"

He unfolded the crayon-covered paper. Three stick figures holding hands, big grins on their faces.

Jiho chuckled quietly — a rare sound for him. He patted M/n’s head gently.
"You’re missing a background," he pointed out.

"Background?" M/n blinked.

"Yeah," Jiwoon said, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a mockingly serious whisper, "you forgot the flaming mansion in the background. You know, because our family is full of psychos."

Jiho shot Jiwoon a sharp glare, but M/n only giggled innocently, not catching the darker meaning.

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The days passed like that — sweet moments tucked away inside a poisoned house.

Sometimes, Jiho would take M/n out to the hidden trail behind the mansion, teaching him how to ride a mountain bike on the uneven paths.
Other times, Jiwoon would sneak M/n out of boring family meetings, climbing trees and jumping fences with the little boy clinging to his back.

They fought too — but never over anything serious.

"Give it back, Jiwoon hyung!" M/n squealed one evening, chasing after Jiwoon who had stolen his favorite hoodie.

Jiwoon laughed, effortlessly dodging M/n’s tiny hands.
"Only if you call me the coolest hyung ever!"

"No way! Jiho hyung is cooler!" M/n shouted.

Jiho, reading nearby, looked up, one eyebrow twitching.
"…I'm not competing," he muttered, but deep down, a small, satisfied smile pulled at his lips.

But behind every moment of happiness, there was a growing dread.

At family gatherings, the looks toward M/n became sharper.
Whispers floated through the corridors — talk of marriages arranged for alliances, talk of grooming M/n into a political pawn.

Jiho and Jiwoon heard it all.

And one night, as M/n slept curled between them like a trusting kitten, they made an unspoken vow.

"We have to protect him," Jiho whispered into the dark, his voice a low growl.
"Even if it’s from our own blood."

Jiwoon, staring at the ceiling, answered back:

"No matter who we have to destroy."

Author: Oh my god, I'm totally nervous for my first chapter.....