A chilly breeze swept through the hospital corridor as Min Jeo-soo stood by the door, watching his seven little sons bouncing on their toes with excitement.

Their small hands clutched the edges of their coats, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. The moment he called out—

"Come inside, boys."

The youngest, Jungkook, just six years old, bolted inside first, his tiny feet pattering against the white hospital tiles. He was followed closely by Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok, their excitement bubbling over as they rushed in.

The eldest, Jin, who had just turned twelve, walked in a little slower, holding onto Namjoon and Yoongi's hands. Their eyes darted around the room, searching for something—someone.

Jin's voice, filled with wonder, broke the moment. "Where is the baby, Appa?"

Jeo-soo chuckled, ruffling his eldest son's soft hair. "Not just one baby, Jin. You have two sisters."

A stunned silence filled the room. Then—

"TWO SISTERS?!" Hoseok shrieked, his hands flying up in excitement. His eyes widened as he turned to his brothers. "I got sisters?! We got sisters!"

Several gasps followed, each little boy processing the new reality.

Their mother, Min-shi, lay on the hospital bed, her eyes filled with warmth as she gazed at her sons. She looked tired but peaceful, her gentle smile never fading.

Behind her, two nurses were carefully cleaning the tiny babies, their soft cries barely audible. The boys turned toward them, watching with awe as two small bundles were wrapped in delicate pink blankets.

Jungkook, too young to understand fully, tugged at Yoongi's sleeve. "Hyung... are they really our sisters?" he whispered, his big, round eyes blinking up at his older brother.

Yoongi, usually quiet and serious, nodded slowly, his throat dry. "Yeah... I think they are."

Namjoon adjusted his glasses, staring at the tiny figures. "They’re so small..."

Taehyung, his lips slightly parted in amazement, leaned closer. "Do they even know us?"

Jimin’s eyes shone as he clasped his hands together. "We’re big brothers now. We have to take care of them!"

Min-shi chuckled softly. "Yes, my loves. You are their oppas now."

Jin, still standing closest to their father, suddenly turned back to him. "Appa, what are their names?"

Jeo-soo smiled. He took a step toward his wife, gently brushing her hair back before looking at his sons. "Meet your little sisters, Ji-hu and Mara."

The boys stared at the two tiny faces wrapped in warmth, their small hands barely peeking out.

Hoseok, unable to hold back, reached toward one of them, but the nurse gently stopped him. "Let them rest a little, sweetheart."

Jungkook pouted. "I wanna touch."

Min-shi patted the empty space beside her. "Come closer, but be gentle."

One by one, the boys approached, their hearts swelling with emotions they didn’t yet understand.

Yoongi, standing slightly apart, stared at his tiny sisters. His fingers curled into small fists at his sides, his young mind already making a silent promise—

He would protect them. Always.

Yoongi glanced at the two little girls, his sharp eyes scanning their tiny faces. One of them was squirming a little, her soft whimpers filling the quiet air.

But the other—she was calm. Almost too calm, just lying there with her tiny hands curled into fists, her breathing steady.

He felt something strange stir inside him. A pull.

Slowly, he stepped closer, standing right beside the hospital bed. His small fingers hesitated before reaching out, then—poke.

His fingertip gently pressed against the baby's soft, chubby cheek. The tiny girl barely reacted, only shifting slightly in her sleep, her delicate lashes fluttering.

His father, Min Jeo-soo, who had been watching the moment with quiet amusement, chuckled and ruffled Yoongi’s hair. "She’s just like you, Yoongi. Calm and serious."

Yoongi’s lips parted slightly as he looked up at his father. "Really?"

Jeo-soo nodded. "That’s why I named her Mara. She reminds me of you."

Mara.

Yoongi turned back to his little sister, watching her chest rise and fall softly. He glanced at his other sister, Ji-hu, who was fidgeting in her sleep, her tiny face scrunching up as if she was dreaming about something silly.

He blinked. So different.

But Mara—she was like him. Quiet. Unbothered by the noise around her.

A rare, small smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi’s lips. He sat down beside his mother and continued staring at Mara, this time with something new in his heart.

A silent understanding.

A silent promise.

She was his little sister.

And no matter what, he would always be there for her.

Min-shi watched everything unfold before her, her heart swelling with emotions too big to contain.

Her seven little boys, her precious sons, stood around the hospital bed, their wide eyes filled with wonder as they gazed at their newborn sisters.

Her eyes glistened with tears—not of sadness, but of overwhelming love.

She had always known these boys were special.

Even though they were not her blood by birth, they were her sons by heart. She had raised them, comforted them, wiped their tears, and watched them grow into kind, wonderful children. She had never once thought of them as anything less than her own.

And now, seeing them so mesmerized by their little sisters, her heart felt complete.

She gently ran her fingers through Jungkook's soft hair as he sat beside her, his small hand resting on her lap. His gaze was fixed on the babies, his lips slightly parted in awe.

"Eomma, they’re so tiny," he whispered, still in disbelief.

Min-shi chuckled softly, kissing the top of his head. "You were even tinier when we first brought you home, my love."

Jungkook's eyes widened. "Really? That small?"

Namjoon, always the logical one, adjusted his little glasses. "Babies are born small, Kookie. But they grow up."

"Then we’ll protect them until they grow," Jimin said, a determined look in his eyes.

Hoseok grinned, practically bouncing on his toes. "And play with them! I'll teach them how to dance!"

Taehyung tilted his head, watching the babies curiously. "Do you think they’ll like tigers?"

Jin chuckled, patting Taehyung’s head. "You can show them your tiger plushie when they grow older."

Yoongi, who had been silent this whole time, kept his eyes on Mara. His small fingers rested on the edge of her tiny blanket, his expression unreadable.

Min-shi smiled at her second eldest son, noticing how he was already forming a quiet bond with Mara. Her calm child, the one who rarely showed emotions, had found someone just like him.

She reached out and gently squeezed his small hand. "You’ll be a wonderful big brother, Yoongi-ah."

Yoongi blinked, looking up at her. "I will," he said simply, but there was a deep certainty in his voice.

Min-shi felt warmth spread through her chest.

This is all I ever wanted.

A family filled with love. A home filled with laughter. Siblings who would always have each other’s backs. A husband who stood by her side, sharing this dream.

She lowered her gaze, her fingers gently brushing the soft pink blankets covering her daughters.

"Thank you, God," she whispered under her breath. "For blessing me with my sons. For giving me my daughters. Please... let them always stay this way. Let them always be happy."

Let my family always be together. Let my husband always be with me.

Let my children grow up safe. Let them always love each other.

Her heart ached with how much she wanted it. How much she prayed for it.

But fate is cruel.

Oh, how wrong she was.

Because we don’t always get what we wish for, do we?

.・✫・゜・。. .・✫・゜・。.

The Min Mafia Empire is the most feared crime syndicate in South Korea, ruled by seven ruthless brothers who control everything-politics, underground businesses, and life itself. They are bound by an unbreakable blood oath-protect the family at all costs.

Among them is Ji-hu, their cherished youngest sister-a bubbly, spoiled princess who has lived a life of luxury and safety under their protection. She is everything to them, and they have raised her with care, shielding her from the bloodshed of their world.

But Mara, her long-lost twin, is the opposite-a mature, rebellious, independent woman who has survived on her own, working hard to earn every bit of what she has. She was separated from them at birth, forced to grow up without her real family. Unlike Ji-hu, she doesn't see the Min brothers as perfect. She sees their flaws, their darkness, and their violence.

When Mara unexpectedly returns to their world, two completely different sisters must now face each other, and the brothers must confront a truth they never expected-family is not just about names, but about understanding, love, and acceptance.

.・✫・゜・。. .・✫・゜・。.

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