THEIR MUTE BROTHER (BTS X KTH) Unseen and Unheard

In a spacious living room, a young man in his late twenties sat on the couch, his expression calm and composed, holding a coffee cup in one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other. His demeanor was unbothered, exuding an air of habitual quiet.

The sound of approaching footsteps from behind broke his focus, prompting him to glance up from his phone. Without realizing it, a gentle smile formed on his lips. He didn’t react when two arms draped around his neck from behind, except for the smile on his face growing even wider.

Jin

“What's up?”

He asked softly, setting his phone and coffee cup on the side table before gently holding onto the arms embracing his neck.

Jungkook

“Nothing, hyung,”

A sleepy voice whispered from behind as the figure snuggled closer to him.

Jin

“Yah, Jungkookie, stop being so clingy. Your morning breath stinks,”

The older boy said with a chuckle. Despite the teasing remark, he pulled Jungkook—who was now grumbling softly—around to sit beside him. Jungkook slumped into the seat with a pout, but before long, the man wrapped an arm around the younger’s shoulders and drew him into a warm embrace.

Jungkook

"You’re always so mean, Jin-hyung,”

Jungkook muttered under his breath. Despite his words, he didn’t seem offended. Instead, he nestled closer to Jin, looping his arms around the older boy’s neck once again and shutting his eyes in a bid to steal a few more moments of comfort.

Jin shook his head with a soft laugh. He let Jungkook settle against him, picking up his phone once more while his free hand absentmindedly ruffled the younger’s messy hair in a soothing gesture.

Moments later, the sound of soft footsteps descending the stairs caught his attention. Jin’s warm expression faded instantly, his features sharpening into his usual impassive mask. Without turning around, he spoke in a cold, authoritative tone.

Jin

“Is it finally time to wake up?”

The boy behind him froze mid-step, startled by Jin’s sudden voice. He hadn’t noticed Jin’s presence earlier, and now he stood rooted to the spot, swallowing nervously.

Jin sighed audibly, his irritation evident. He turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze landing on the boy.

Jin

“I asked you a question, Taehyung. Is this the time you’ve decided to wake up? It’s past 10 a.m.”

Taehyung, the youngest of the three, looked down at the floor under the weight of Jin’s piercing stare. His shoulders tensed as he shook his head, his gaze fixed on his feet. A small, apologetic bow followed—his silent way of conveying an apology.

Jin scoffed, rolling his eyes dismissively before turning back to his phone. His expression suggested he wasn’t in the mood to ruin his morning over something so trivial. However, there was an underlying tension in the air, as if Jin was suppressing a deeper irritation, one he was tempted to direct at Taehyung.

Taehyung remained where he was, frozen in place as he awaited more scolding. When none came, a quiet sigh of relief escaped him. Still, the cold dismissal and lack of acknowledgment left an ache in his chest. His gaze lingered on Jin and Jungkook, who were engrossed in their own world, completely oblivious to his presence.

His hand tightened on the railing as he watched them, his eyes heavy with longing and pain. It was an all-too-familiar feeling—the sting of being ignored and treated indifferently. Though he had endured this treatment for as long as he could remember, the hurt never dulled. Despite the years of neglect and distance, his heart yearned for even the smallest sign of affection from his hyung.

Taehyung’s POV;

I stood there silently, my gaze fixed on my brothers, huddled close together on the couch. The sight of them, so at ease and connected, brought a familiar pang of discomfort to my chest. It wasn’t jealousy—I had long since stopped fantasizing about being included. I knew better than to entertain such hopes. Instead, the scene before me felt like a cruel reminder of how unworthy and unwanted I was in this house.

Perhaps I was their brother in name, but was that all? Why else would they tolerate someone like me if not out of obligation? Yet, is this how siblings are supposed to treat each other? I didn’t know. Maybe this treatment was reserved for someone like me—quiet, awkward, and easily overlooked.

I’ve always been alone, even in a crowded room. I’m used to being ignored, to being left out. I’m not approachable, I know that. I keep to myself, rarely speaking, and when I do, it’s only through nods or shakes of my head. Conversations, at least the kind others share, aren’t something I experience.

And it’s not as if I chose this silence. I can’t speak—not in the way that others do. I watch, I listen, but I never respond, and that seems to give people permission to treat me differently. Even my brothers. But does being unable to speak make me less of a person? Does it make me undeserving of basic kindness?

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a presence moving past me. I flinched instinctively, startled out of my spiraling thoughts. My eyes darted to Yoongi hyung, who walked by without a word. He spared me a glance—a quick, sharp look that sent my heart racing—but he said nothing, instead heading toward Jin hyung and Jungkook.

I stayed frozen on the staircase, unsure of what to do. I’d only come down for water, but now I felt trapped. Should I return to my room or continue to the kitchen? I didn’t do either. Instead, I remained there, unmoving, like a statue.

Yoongi approached the others and sat down across from them, his usual cool demeanor softening slightly as he took in the sight of Jungkook nestled in Jin’s arms.

Yoongi

“Still asleep?”

Yoongi asked, glancing at Jungkook’s closed eyes as Jin ruffled his hair. The younger let out a muffled whine at the disturbance.

Jungkook

“I was up late last night,”

Jungkook mumbled groggily, finally cracking his eyes open.

Yoongi

“Who told you to play video games all night?”

Yoongi chided, though his words were accompanied by a faint smile.

Jin

“Come on, it’s his holidays,” Jin interjected, his voice light and indulgent. “You can’t expect him to sleep early now.”

Jungkook

“Exactly,” Jungkook agreed, stretching his arms with a small grin. “It’s my vacation. I can do whatever I want.”

Yoongi shook his head, letting out a soft scoff.

Yoongi

“Once a brat, always a brat. No offense.”

Taehyung's Pov;

Jin chuckled at their playful banter while Yoongi adjusted his watch and smoothed his hair, preparing to leave for work. As he stood, his gaze shifted toward me.

I flinched again when our eyes met, but I couldn’t look away. He raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning my presence. I wanted to speak, to explain myself, but as always, the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I just stood there, silent and frozen, waiting for whatever judgment would come next.

Yoongi

Yoongi: "What? Why are you just standing there? And why are you even home? Don’t you have college to attend?"

Yoongi’s voice was firm, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the younger boy. His gaze swept over Taehyung’s disheveled state—the oversized clothes swallowing his small frame, his messy hair obscuring his eyes, and the slight tremble in his posture. The sight only deepened Yoongi’s irritation.

Jungkook

(glancing back at Taehyung) "He can’t exactly walk properly to attend college."

He pointed at Taehyung’s visibly bandaged left foot.

Yoongi

(Letting out an exasperated sigh) "Can you, for once in your life, stop being such a pain for us?"

His voice was sharper now, carrying the weight of his frustration. Just as he was about to say more, Jin gave him a subtle gesture to let it go. Yoongi rolled his eyes but begrudgingly complied, shooting one last irritated look at Taehyung.

Yoongi

"Anyway, I’m leaving for the office,"

He said to Jin, ruffling Jungkook’s hair briefly before leaving the house without another glance at Taehyung.

As the front door shut behind Yoongi, Taehyung instinctively turned to retreat to the safety of his room. However, Jin’s stern voice froze him in place.

Jin

"Where do you think you’re going? Come here, in front of me." Jin’s tone was cold and commanding.

Jungkook, meanwhile, remained focused on his phone, paying no attention to the exchange.

Taehyung turned slowly, his wide, fearful eyes betraying his reluctance. He descended the remaining stairs with careful, limping steps and stopped a few feet away from Jin.

Jin

(gesturing for Taehyung to move closer) "How many times do I have to remind you to stay out of Yoongi’s sight?"

Taehyung hesitated, clutching the hem of his shirt tightly before taking small, unsteady steps toward Jin.

When Taehyung was close enough, Jin grabbed his wrists, holding them tightly in his hands.

Jin

"Are you deaf as well as mute? Don’t you understand what I tell you? Or do you just enjoy making him angry?"

His voice was sharp, and his grip on Taehyung’s wrists tightened. Jin could feel the warmth radiating from the younger’s skin—a clear sign of a fever—but it did nothing to soften his anger.

Taehyung didn’t respond. He simply lowered his head, his silence only fueling Jin’s frustration. The older man’s grip on his wrists became painfully tight, drawing a small wince from Taehyung.

Jin

"If I see you around him again, you’ll regret it. I’ll make sure you understand me next time. Got it?"

Jin squeezed Taehyung’s wrists one last time, the force leaving angry red marks behind.

Taehyung nodded quickly, his head bobbing as he bit back the pain. Jin finally let go of him with a rough shove.

Jin

"Now go back to your room. And don’t come out unless you’re told to."

Jungkook glanced up briefly, letting out a dismissive scoff as Taehyung limped back toward the stairs.

Tears pricked at Taehyung’s eyes as he slowly made his way to his room, every step sending sharp jolts of pain through his injured foot. Once he reached the relative safety of his room, he closed the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed, his emotions spilling over.

He stared down at his wrists, the skin still bearing the red imprint of Jin’s grip. A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks as he gently rubbed the sore spots, the sting serving as a bitter reminder of his place in the household. Letting out a shaky sigh, Taehyung wiped his tears away, but the ache in his chest refused to subside.

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