"So, let me get this straight," Sarah said, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow at Y/N. "You’re saying you suddenly have seven brothers—and not just normal ones, but actual monsters?"

Y/N sighed in frustration, slamming her locker shut with more force than necessary. "Yes, Sarah. For the hundredth time, YES! I have seven brothers, and they’re... not exactly human," she said, her voice dripping with irritation.

Sarah leaned against the locker beside her, her expression skeptical. "You realize how ridiculous that sounds, right? Like, how does someone just suddenly find out they have brothers? And not regular ones, but ‘monsters’? Come on, Y/N."

Y/N clenched her jaw, her shoulders stiffening. She couldn’t argue with Sarah’s disbelief—it was insane. But hearing her best friend call them "monsters" stirred an uncomfortable feeling in her chest. Despite everything, they were her family now.

"They’re not monsters," Y/N muttered, her voice quieter now.

Sarah blinked and snapped her fingers in front of Y/N’s face. "Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening? I said this sounds like some weird childhood fantasy gone wrong. Like, maybe you’ve wanted siblings so badly that you’ve... I don’t know... made them up?"

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. "Sarah, I’m not making this up!" she hissed, her tone defensive.

Sarah rolled her eyes, placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders with exaggerated concern. "Sweetie, maybe you’ve hit your head or something. Should we book an appointment with a doctor? Maybe a therapist? I’m worried about you."

Y/N swatted Sarah’s hands away and groaned. "Stop it! I’m not hallucinating, and I don’t need a doctor!"

"Sure, sure," Sarah said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she grabbed her bag. "You keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Seven monster brothers—sounds like the start of a bad fantasy novel."

Y/N glared at her as Sarah turned on her heel and started walking away.

"I do have brothers, you know!" Y/N called after her, her voice echoing through the hallway.

Sarah glanced back, smirking. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N."

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, kicking lightly at the base of her locker. "Why did I even bother telling her?" she muttered under her breath, the echo of Sarah’s sarcasm leaving her even more annoyed.

As Y/N and Sarah walked into their classroom, Y/N’s brows furrowed at the unusual buzz of excitement. The girls around them were busy fixing their hair, reapplying makeup, and whispering animatedly to each other. Y/N glanced around, clearly puzzled.

"What's going on today? Why is everyone acting like there’s a red carpet event?" Y/N asked, dropping her bag onto her desk and taking her seat.

Sarah stared at her as if she had grown two heads. "Seriously? You don’t know?" she said incredulously, leaning closer to Y/N.

Y/N shook her head, confused. "Nope. Should I?"

Sarah groaned dramatically and flicked Y/N’s forehead, making her yelp. "Today, Enzo Romano is visiting our university! How can you not know about this? He’s only the biggest actor and model of the year!"

Y/N frowned, rubbing her forehead. "Who?"

Sarah’s jaw dropped. "Who?! Are you kidding me right now? Enzo Romano! The Enzo Romano! Son of Leena, the iconic actress, and Alessandro Romano, the billionaire businessman? Ringing any bells?"

Y/N blinked, completely unfazed. "Oh... okay," she muttered, her voice indifferent.

Sarah slapped her palm to her forehead. "Seriously, Y/N. Do you live under a rock? Or is this because of your so-called seven monster brothers?" she teased with a smirk.

Y/N groaned, glaring at her friend. "Not this again, Sarah. I told you, they’re real! Why don’t you believe me?"

Before Sarah could retort, a sharp voice rang through the classroom. "He’s here!" a girl squealed from the back, causing a ripple of excitement.

Y/N flinched at the sudden outburst and turned to Sarah, who only shrugged nonchalantly. "Don’t tell me you don’t know who he is," Y/N said, narrowing her eyes.

Sarah grinned mischievously. "Oh, I know exactly who they’re talking about. But I’m not telling you. Just wait and see."

Before Y/N could press her for answers, the atmosphere shifted.

The girls stopped what they were doing, their eyes fixed on the door as a tall, strikingly handsome boy walked in. His presence was commanding, and though his face was cold, the faint smirk on his lips hinted at his confidence.

Y/N glanced at him briefly, unimpressed. "That’s him? The Italian student everyone’s losing their minds over?" she whispered to Sarah.

Sarah gave her a wide-eyed look. "Uh, yeah. That’s Enzo Romano. Look at him! He’s like a Greek god."

Y/N snorted softly. "More like a walking ego," she muttered under her breath, though she couldn’t deny his intense aura.

Just then, Enzo’s sharp gaze swept across the room—and landed on her.

Y/N stiffened as their eyes locked. His dark, piercing eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, she felt a strange, unsettling tension. Enzo’s smirk widened, almost predatory, as if he had found something amusing.

Feeling her face heat up, Y/N quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her book.

Sarah nudged her playfully. "Oh my god, he’s looking at you! What did you do to catch his attention?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up, Sarah," Y/N muttered, trying to stay calm as she flipped through her book aimlessly.

Ignoring the girls calling his name and vying for his attention, Enzo started walking toward Y/N’s desk, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze never wavered from her, making the entire class turn to watch.

Y/N felt her heart race. "Why is he coming this way?" she whispered to Sarah, who was too stunned to respond.

Pretending not to notice, Y/N buried her face deeper into her book, hoping he’d lose interest.

But Enzo kept walking, the sound of his polished shoes echoing in the now-silent classroom. He stopped for a moment, his presence looming over her.

Y/N’s grip tightened on her book, her knuckles turning white.

Then, to her surprise—and relief—he walked past her and took the seat behind her.

She exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, slumping slightly in her chair.

Sarah gaped at her. "Are you kidding me? He totally stared at you the entire time and then sat behind you. What is happening right now?"

Y/N quickly placed a finger over Sarah’s lips to silence her. "Not. A. Word," she hissed.

The class erupted into whispers as the teacher walked in, snapping everyone back to reality.

But Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of Enzo’s gaze burning into the back of her head.

The teacher entered the classroom, her smile seemingly strained as she greeted the students. The students responded in unison, though the atmosphere was still buzzing from Enzo’s earlier entrance.

Clearing her throat, the teacher looked down at her clipboard and hesitated for a moment before announcing, "Class, we have three more new students joining us today. Please give them a warm welcome."

As the teacher called the names, her voice faltered slightly, like she was nervous about what—or who—she was introducing.

The door opened, and three strikingly handsome boys walked in, their presence immediately commanding the room.

Y/N’s breath hitched as her eyes widened in disbelief. "No way," she whispered to herself, feeling her heart race.

Standing before her were her three brothers—Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin. They exuded an intimidating aura, their faces void of any emotions.

The class erupted into whispers and gasps, with many of the girls swooning over the newcomers.

"Oh my God, they’re gorgeous," Sarah murmured beside Y/N, unable to take her eyes off them. She leaned closer, pointing subtly at Taehyung. "Especially him. The one with that aggressive expression? Wow, he’s something else."

Y/N snapped her head toward Sarah, her expression a mix of panic and frustration. "They’re the ones," she hissed under her breath.

Sarah furrowed her brows, confused. "What do you mean ‘the ones’? Are you saying—"

Y/N cut her off with a sharp whisper, her tone almost desperate. "They’re my brothers!"

Sarah’s jaw dropped as her eyes darted back to the three boys. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally stammered, "Wait—what? Those Greek gods are your brothers?!"

Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning softly. "Yes, and I thought they were going to leave after dropping me off here in the human realm. What are they doing here?"

The teacher gestured for the new students to introduce themselves. Jimin was the first to step forward, his charming yet cool demeanor making the class fall even harder for him. "Park Jimin," he said simply, his voice smooth and confident.

Next, Jungkook stepped up, his expression more relaxed but still exuding quiet dominance. "Jeon Jungkook," he introduced himself, his deep voice sending a wave of whispers through the room.

Finally, Taehyung stepped forward, his sharp, intense gaze scanning the room before landing on Y/N. She felt her stomach drop as his eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Kim Taehyung," he said, his voice low and deliberate. Then, after a beat of silence, he added, "And we are the brothers of Hwan Y/N."

The room went silent, all eyes shifting between the brothers and Y/N, who was now sinking lower into her seat.

Sarah leaned toward Y/N, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you serious right now? They just announced it to the whole class!"

Y/N glared at her brothers, her mind racing. "Why are they doing this to me?" she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing as the class erupted into a mixture of gasps, whispers, and envious glances.

Taehyung, still staring at her, tilted his head slightly, as if daring her to say something. Y/N gulped, her palms sweaty as she avoided his piercing gaze.

Sarah, still in shock, shook Y/N’s shoulder. "You’ve got some explaining to do," she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

The teacher, clearly uneasy but trying to maintain control, gestured for the three brothers to take their seats.

They ignored the empty desks scattered around the classroom and walked directly to the row behind Y/N and Sarah, their presence looming over them like shadows.

Y/N could feel their eyes on her, especially Taehyung’s intense stare. She clenched her fists, determined not to look back, though her heart was pounding in her chest.

"This is going to be a long day," she thought, groaning inwardly as Sarah continued to nudge her in awe.