Yan Windbreaker X M Reader X Yan M Oc
The Baek estate basked under the golden evening sun, its high iron gates glinting with an ominous glow.
In the secluded practice ground, Jiho, Jiwoon, and M/n were riding their bikes — an everyday ritual.
Despite being only 12, M/n showed surprising skill for his age, balancing on his custom white BMX with a determined look.
"Focus on your center, M/n!" Jiho shouted, his silver hair whipping in the wind as he cycled alongside.
"Don't stiffen up! Relax your arms!" Jiwoon called out, teasingly nudging M/n’s side with his bike.
M/n laughed breathlessly, cheeks flushed but proud.
"Hyungs, watch me!! I'm gonna beat you both soon!!"
Both twins chuckled, exchanging a glance full of warmth — and something darker, something they themselves barely noticed.
Nearby, hidden by the garden fence, a group of Baek family cousins idled.
Jealousy burned in their eyes as they watched the twins dote on M/n so shamelessly.
"He acts like a little king," one of them muttered.
"Stupid brat. Always getting everything he wants..."
Baek Minjae, a bitter young man already teetering on the edge of adulthood, narrowed his eyes coldly.
He hated the way M/n was protected, spoiled, untouchable.
Today, he'd remind the little prince of reality.
As M/n prepared to do a sharp turn, Minjae discreetly hurled a jagged stone into the hidden curve of the track.
Unaware, M/n picked up speed, grinning widely.
"Look, Jiho hyung! Jiwoon hyung! Watch—"
The tire struck the rock.
A violent jerk.
A scream tore from M/n’s throat.
He flew forward, the bike flipping behind him, his small body crashing into the dirt and skidding violently into a stone border.
The laughter from the cousins died immediately.
"M/N!!"
Jiho’s voice cracked as he and Jiwoon sprinted toward the crumpled figure.
Blood seeped from scrapes on M/n’s face, arms, and knees. His pristine shirt ripped and bloodied.
Jiho dropped beside him, hands trembling as he checked for broken bones.
"M/n, stay with me! Look at me!"
"Hyung..." M/n whimpered, voice weak, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It hurts so bad..."
Jiwoon ripped off his own shirt, pressing it against a deep gash on M/n’s arm.
"You're okay. You're okay. I'm right here," Jiwoon repeated frantically.
Jiho gently lifted M/n into his lap, cradling him like something too precious to touch.
Behind them, Minjae paled as he met Jiho’s murderous glare.
Jiwoon turned his head slowly, locking eyes with Minjae.
His smile was cold, empty.
"You better start running," Jiwoon whispered.
But M/n clutched Jiho’s jacket desperately.
"Don't leave me... please... Don't fight..."
Jiho gritted his teeth until his jaw ached, stroking M/n’s hair soothingly.
"I won't leave you, angel. I swear."
That night, Jiho and Jiwoon refused to leave M/n’s bedside.
When M/n whimpered in his sleep, tiny and broken, they whispered promises into the dark:
"You don't need anyone else."
"We'll protect you. Always."
"You're ours... only ours."
Underneath their sweet words, a darker oath was being sealed — one neither of them fully understood yet.
And under the soft quilt, M/n — fragile, trembling — smiled in his sleep.
The rose they treasured so much... had already been touched by thorns.
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The following days were a blur of antiseptic smells, hushed whispers, and white walls.
M/n lay in his bed, pale and weak, thick bandages wrapped around his knees and arms. Every small movement made him wince.
The doctor said he was lucky — no bones broken — but the wounds would leave scars if not cared for properly.
More painful than the injuries... was the fear.
He clung to Jiho’s sleeve every time a nurse entered. He startled at sudden noises. He barely spoke, his large eyes glazed with silent terror.
"Hyung... don’t leave me," M/n whispered one night, trembling like a leaf.
Jiho, sitting by his bedside, reached out and brushed M/n's messy hair back.
"I won't. Ever," he said, voice raw.
Jiwoon entered the room carrying a tray of food.
He forced a smile, though his knuckles turned white gripping the tray.
"You need to eat, love. Come on, just a little?"
M/n shook his head frantically, eyes shining with unshed tears.
The smell of food made him nauseous.
Jiwoon set the tray down with a soft clatter and crouched by the bed.
"Don't be scared. It's okay now," he murmured, cupping M/n’s face gently.
But inside... a hurricane was raging.
Someone had hurt their M/n.
Someone had dared to touch what belonged to them.
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Two nights later, after making sure M/n had fallen asleep, Jiho and Jiwoon disappeared into the darkened hallways.
They found Baek Minjae drunk in the billiard room, laughing with two other cousins.
The moment Minjae looked up, his smile froze.
Jiho slammed the door shut with a deafening thud.
Jiwoon locked it behind them.
"You think it's funny?" Jiho’s voice was dangerously soft.
Minjae stumbled up, waving his hand lazily.
"It was just a joke! Kids need to toughen up—"
Before he could finish, Jiho’s fist connected brutally with his jaw.
Minjae crumpled to the floor, gasping in pain.
Jiwoon crouched beside him, tilting his head like studying a bug.
"You touched our baby brother," he whispered.
"You thought you could get away with it?"
Minjae whimpered, blood dripping from his mouth.
Jiho grabbed him by the collar, dragging him upright.
"For every scratch you gave him..."
His eyes gleamed with hatred.
"...we'll give you ten."
The billiard room, once pristine, was soon filled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh, muffled cries, and something breaking — both furniture, and bones.
By the time they left, Minjae and the others were unrecognizable.
Neither Jiho nor Jiwoon spoke as they returned to M/n’s room.
Inside, M/n stirred, sensing their presence even in sleep. His hand reached out instinctively.
Jiho caught it gently, pressing a kiss to the tiny knuckles.
Jiwoon leaned over, whispering against M/n’s ear:
"Shh... You're safe now. We'll never let anyone touch you again."
As M/n drifted back into troubled dreams, the twins sat on either side of his bed, like silent sentinels.
Their hands stained with blood.
Their hearts chained tighter than ever to him.
And in the depths of their souls,
the seeds of madness took deeper root.
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It started with whispers.
The news spread through the Baek estate like wildfire:
Baek Minjae, bruised and broken, had crawled his way to the patriarch.
Their father.
Baek Hyunsik.
The man who ruled the Baek family with an iron fist hidden inside a velvet glove.
Minjae threw himself at Hyunsik’s feet, blabbering accusations, screaming about how Jiho and Jiwoon had attacked him without mercy.
The gathered elders frowned, whispering among themselves.
Was this the future of the Baek family?
Two heirs beating a fellow family member half to death?
Hyunsik leaned back in his ornate chair, swirling his wine glass lazily.
He studied Minjae’s swollen, pitiful face with mild curiosity — like looking at a squashed bug.
"And?" he drawled.
Minjae blinked, confused. "A-and... sir... They almost killed me! They—"
"You touched something you shouldn't have," Hyunsik interrupted smoothly.
The hall fell silent.
"You laid a filthy hand on what belongs to my sons."
He set the wine glass down with a clink.
"And you expect me to pity you?"
Minjae's face drained of all color.
"Father..." Jiho’s voice rang out, cutting through the tension.
He entered the hall with slow, measured steps.
Jiwoon followed closely behind, his smile sharp and chilling.
Hyunsik chuckled.
"Handle it.
You're my successors, after all.
Show the family why."
The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Jiho approached Minjae.
Without hesitation, Jiho grabbed Minjae by the hair, yanking him to his knees.
"You like attention, don't you?" Jiho whispered against his ear.
Minjae whimpered, struggling.
Jiwoon knelt in front of Minjae, tilting his head mockingly.
"You should've prayed to die back then," he said almost kindly.
"Now it's too late."
Jiho dragged Minjae into the center of the grand hall — right under the glittering chandeliers — where everyone could see.
Mothers shielded their children’s eyes.
Servants froze, trembling.
Even the other Baek family members stood silently, too afraid to intervene.
Minjae sobbed, clinging to Jiho’s wrist.
"Please... mercy... I was wrong—"
Jiho looked at him with detached indifference.
"You hurt M/n," he said simply.
"You don't deserve mercy."
With terrifying strength, Jiho slammed Minjae’s head against the marble floor.
Once.
Twice.
The sound echoed hideously in the vast hall.
Blood splattered.
Screams erupted.
Minjae twitched violently — and then lay still.
Dead.
Jiho straightened up slowly, covered in blood.
Jiwoon stood beside him, brushing imaginary dust from his jacket, completely calm.
Across the hall, Minjae’s parents stood frozen — horror written across their faces — but none dared move.
Their son had offended the heir.
No one would shed a tear for them.
Hyunsik clapped his hands once, slowly.
"Good," he said, smiling faintly.
"A clear message to everyone."
Jiho’s eyes scanned the terrified crowd — then softened when they landed on one small figure at the stairwell.
M/n.
Pale, thin, clutching the railing, staring at them with wide, unreadable eyes.
Jiwoon noticed too.
He crossed the hall quickly and scooped M/n up into his arms.
"You shouldn’t see ugly things like this," he whispered, kissing M/n’s temple.
Jiho wiped the blood from his hands, his expression softening only for M/n.
"You’re safe now," he said, voice low and firm.
"And you'll always be."
As the Baek family watched in stunned silence, they realized one terrible truth:
The future of the Baek family wasn’t just built on power.
It was built on blood.
And at the center of it all...
stood a fragile boy, protected by monsters who loved him too much to ever let him go.
M/n
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