Time skipThe grand mansion of the Baek family, once shining in wealth and authority, was now shrouded in a heavy, suffocating atmosphere. Everything had started from that single, fragile wish whispered by M/n — the youngest, the most precious jewel of the family.At just seventeen, M/n had grown into a beautiful young man — soft-spoken, gentle, a smile that could melt even the coldest heart. But behind those bright eyes, hidden beneath the surface, was a deep well of longing and fear.
He hated it.He hated how Jiho and Jiwoon, now twenty years old and newly crowned successors of the Baek family, were increasingly busy. Meetings, business trips, endless responsibilities pulling them away from him, leaving M/n alone in the cold halls of the mansion.Loneliness gnawed at him, a painful, familiar ache he could no longer endure. He needed them — their warmth, their attention, their love. Only them.And so, M/n played his part perfectly.One evening, under the gentle glow of the chandeliers, M/n found his way into Jiho’s study. He wore a soft sweater that hung loosely over his slim frame, his hair slightly tousled, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears."Jiho-hyung…" His voice trembled ever so slightly, the perfect note of vulnerability. "Do you… even have time for me anymore?"Jiho, startled, dropped the pen he was holding. His cold gray eyes softened instantly, rushing toward M/n. "M/n, what are you saying? Of course, I do.""But you're always busy..." M/n whispered, clutching at the hem of Jiho's sleeve, his body trembling delicately. "I miss you... I miss Jiwoon-hyung too... I’m scared when I'm alone."Those simple words — soaked in pure, heartbreaking sweetness — shattered Jiho’s cold rationality. He hugged M/n tightly, as if fearing he might disappear."You’re right... I’m sorry. We’ve been neglecting you," Jiho murmured, his voice rough with guilt.Later that night, M/n repeated the same performance with Jiwoon, who reacted even more fiercely — gathering M/n into his arms and swearing under his breath never to leave him alone again.From that moment, something shifted.The brothers, already deeply attached to M/n, grew even more possessive, even more obsessed. They canceled meetings, skipped responsibilities — always finding ways to be with him, to please him.But the Baek family elders soon noticed. Whispers spread through the grand halls — about the heirs losing focus, about M/n's "dangerous" influence.Tension built until it exploded.One evening, during a formal gathering at the main hall, an elder — fueled by ambition and fear — dared to criticize Jiho and Jiwoon openly, calling M/n a "poison" that would ruin the family's future.The words barely left his mouth when Jiho struck.No hesitation. No mercy.Jiho, usually cold and calculating, seized the elder by the collar and dragged him into the center of the hall. The guests gasped in horror and fascination as Jiho, eyes dark with rage, slammed the man onto the marble floor."You dare insult my brother?" Jiho's voice was deadly calm. "You think you can judge us?"Before anyone could react, Jiho ended the elder’s life in one brutal, efficient move — a clear message to all.Silence.After Jiho's merciless action, the entire hall fell into a dead silence.No one dared to speak.No one even dared to lift their heads.At the top seat, the head of the Baek family — the biological father of the three brothers — leaned lazily against the throne, a faint smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glittering with amusement as if watching an entertaining show."Let them handle it," he said casually. "They are the future of Baek."
No one intervened.No one dared.
But to M/n, it was terrifying — terrifying that the world would consume his brothers, swallow them whole, and take them away from him.That night, in a dim room filled with smoke and burnt smell, M/n clutched Jiho's sleeve, tears brimming in his eyes."I... I don't want this..." M/n whispered, voice trembling. "I don't want you two to change... I don't want this family to steal you away from me..."Jiwoon crouched beside him, gripping his small shoulders tightly, his gaze filled with pain."No one... will ever take us away from you," he murmured.Jiho knelt and hugged M/n into his chest, his voice hoarse."If you wish it... we'll destroy everything for you."And so, in one blood-soaked night, the Baek family collapsed.
No mercy.No forgiveness.
The grand mansion — the symbol of power, ambition, and cold chains — blazed fiercely against the night sky, its flames painting everything in fiery red.The three of them stood before the front gates, watching the inferno consume their past.Jiho leaned down and lifted M/n into his arms with infinite care, as if M/n was the most precious thing in existence.M/n buried his face against Jiho's chest, his breath warm against the black fabric.And then — unseen by anyone but himself — a faint, satisfied smile curled M/n's lips."M/n... what are you thinking?" Jiho asked softly, his voice dripping with tenderness.M/n giggled quietly, his tone sweet as honey."Remember the picture I once drew?""The one where I drew the three of us under a starry sky... but Jiho-hyung said I forgot to draw the background."Jiwoon, standing nearby, let out a soft chuckle."Yeah. I said... to complete it, you should draw the Baek mansion burning down in the background."M/n lifted his teary eyes to his brothers, the firelight dancing in his irises."Now... the picture is complete, right?"Jiho pressed a kiss to M/n's forehead."Yeah. It's perfect now."Jiwoon ruffled M/n's soft hair gently."And from now on, we'll draw the rest of the picture... together."Without another word, they turned their backs.Leaving behind ashes, blood, and the remnants of a cursed legacy.They stepped into the darkness — towards a new future.
Toward Korea —
Author: Please let me know if this chapter 3 has anything going on or weird or..something like that. I feel stressed and afraid this chapter 3 has many mistakes made by myself. And remember to vote and comment.