Weeks passed. The Kims struck back hard — reclaiming lost territory, sealing corrupt deals, eliminating traitors.
Y/N returned to school with a new energy. Her application to the Fine Arts University was submitted. Her music had matured — stronger, more layered. Every note carried the weight of her story.
At home, the brothers noticed the change.
During one quiet evening, Y/N called everyone to the lounge. She sat at the grand piano, the same one that had gathered dust for years.
Y/N: "I wrote something. For us."
She played. The melody was soft at first, then swelled — full of struggle, fury, tenderness. Each note was a reflection: of Namjoon's strategy, Jin's protectiveness, Jimin's compassion, Hoseok's warmth, Jungkook's fire, and Yoongi's quiet strength.
By the end, no one spoke.
Then Namjoon stood. Walked over. And placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Namjoon: "You're one of us. But you're also... something more."
Jin (smiling): "You're writing your own legacy."
Yoongi gave a nod from the back of the room. Just once. But she caught it.
In that moment, Y/N wasn't just their little sister. She was an artist. A strategist. A Kim.
And her story was only just beginning.