(Y/N) POV:

There's the fear of falling as my back arches, muscles shifting and tensing and mentally bracing myself for impact against the ground but it never comes. Because the air had been punched out of my lungs, I don't have air to utter a sound but there's a panicked cry of alarm from behind me and the sudden support of a hand bracing my back, flat against the curve of it and another arm stabilising me as I'm brought back up, cradled protectively between a pair of strong arms, body tightly coiled.

"Eomma I said no sudden movements! Little one are you okay?" Jinnie oppa asks, face displaying worry and panic and hovering close, swooping in to cradle my cheeks and scan me for any distress or pain.

I nod, smiling reassuringly at him even if it feels as if the blood is coursing wildly through my veins, body thrumming with adrenaline. I turn to smile at my saviour, meeting Minnie's worried face greet me, pinched brows smoothening out when I convey I'm fine.

"Eommoni, excitable as always. I must say you seem to have gotten younger since we last met." Minnie says smoothly, plump lips curving into a smile as he faces Jinnie oppa's mother, who has retreated only in the slightest from her being plastered to me to shoot him a twinkling smile.

"Charming as always my dear Jiminie." She coos but her eyes flash to mine, lips curving up.

"You smell so sweet too my darling." She says, gushing over me before she stops, seeming to remember herself.

"Come in, come in, I know the others will just love you." she says, finally realising that I'd been holding her because she pinches my cheek lightly before stepping out, hand sliding into mine and tugging me alongside her, forgetting my mates and her son as she leads me into the ornately furnished hallway and into a large spacious living room, endless floor and tastefully decorated.

"Sit my dear, tell me all about yourself." She says, leading me onto a large sofa.

But before she can get another word in or speak, or I can respond- there's a dryly amused voice.

"Give the girl a chance to breathe Eunha." The voice says, cool and familiar- levelled and calm, and when my head rises it's to a petite slender woman, hair coloured auburn and framing her face- startling similar to Yoongi oppa's but softened with femininity, lips curving up in the beginnings of a gummy smile that I adore too much on my mate.

I stand, feeling slightly nervous but she steps close, nudging the boys aside to scoop me into a hug, height level similar to mine and making me feel safe and warm when she wraps her arms around me, slender but full of strength.

"Beautiful my dear. You have nothing to fear darling." She murmurs into my ear and it's then I get reminded that Yoongi oppa's mother can read minds, that she has undoubtedly seen the jumbled mess mine is, cheeks warming slightly.

She laughs, a lovely tinkling sound.

"A beautiful jumble. Intricate minds belong to the most stunning souls." She reassures me before leaning back, beaming at me before turning to face the boys, her countenance soft and welcoming- different to the first impression people got off Yoongi oppa and holds her arms out wide.

"My boys, it's been a long time but I forgive you because of the treasure you brought us." she says, hugging them all by turn and patting Yoongi oppa's back and whispering 'proud of you son' before stepping away.

Jinnie oppa's mother and Yoongi oppa's seem like contrasting forces- one a force of energy and nature and the other calm like the gentle lapping of waves, warm and soft. Different in height and both possessing an immortal beauty and grace, hair coloured and framing their faces.

I dither under their eyes, for all that they're gentle- I can't help but feel assessed, squirming until Tae wraps his arms around me and tucks me close, Yoongi oppa's mother laughing before nudging Jinnie oppa's mother.

"Let's stop staring Eunha, poor dear's all flustered. And yes, of course your mates can hold you." she says, answering the worry in my head that being held by them might seem too forward or weird for a first meeting.

"Wonderful advice my Missus Min." a gentle deep voice says amusedly, three powerful, domineering tall males stepping into the room, sucking the air out of it, and capturing it, room seeming to suddenly shrink, their presences overpowering the large space.

Kookie steps up close, hand brushing against my own before lacing them together.

"Don't be scared sweetheart, they're all cuddly teddy bears really." He confesses in a stage whisper and bursting into sweet pealing laughter when the tallest male steps forth and chides him, tugging him into a tight hug, dimples appearing as he holds Kookie close.

He must be Joon oppa's father, given the striking resemblance and how he has this air of authority, silently demanding respect.

I dip my head into a bow when his eyes meet mine over Kookie's shoulder who he lets go.

But just as he steps close he seems to fumble, tripping slightly over his foot and whilst it draws giggles and fond laughter from the others, my hand shoots out to steady him, gripping at his arm.

His cheeks are rosy when he raises his head.

"Yah! The respect you all have for your father." He scolds lightly to the others, seeming betrayed by the way Mrs. Min and Mrs. Kim giggle with their sons.

"That's it, I only have a daughter from now on." He claims, smiling sweetly at me, dimples appearing as he comes to stand near me, hand brushing against my shoulder, effortlessly nudging Tae and Kookie away from me.

I peer up at him, a mixture of fear and awe as I see him, see the father of the brilliantly intelligent adorable mate we have.

"Aren't you a sweetheart?" he says, but my heart is already fluttering and squeezing with giddy elation at his acceptance, of calling me his daughter.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Kim." I say softly, smiling when he beams at me.

"Yeobo what did you expect? Introducing yourself with the same clumsiness as our Joonie. Now step aside and let me see the beauty who's got her mates wrapped around her little pinky." A new voice interrupts whatever he was about to say, greeted by another taller woman- brown locks tumbling around her shoulders as she makes a beeline for me, a force of energy as she effortlessly plucks me from her husband and mate's arms to twirl me around, hands on my upper arms, before she coos pressing a kiss to both my cheeks.

"She's adorable, can we keep her Eunha, Hyerin?" she asks, clutching at her heart before tugging me alongside her to usher onto the long couch, immediately surrounded by the doting mothers.

"Of course, the boys will have to do without." Eunha, Jinnie oppa's mother says, shooting her son, our eldest mate a bright look.

"Sit down then my dears." She says, but it's clear the attention is on me, given the way the fathers take the opposite couch and stare at me with interest and bright warmth, my mates left to scramble for the closest seats, plopping onto each other's laps.

I smile shyly at the other two men, feeling slightly intimidated by the circle of parents around me, feeling as if the seating is intentionally done to make me feel slightly clustered- I don't know whether it's to make me feel accepted and reassured or if it's an interrogation technique and I feel my cheeks burn when Mrs Min laughs.

"Must you plaster yourself to her eomma, she won't vanish." Jinnie oppa says, voice slightly tight and sounding exasperated at the way she's shifted close and peers at me with amazement in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just I can't believe it. I can't believe we're finally seeing your final mate. She's a doll." She exclaims, lips curving up at her verdict.

"Darling we don't even know her name. Jin-ah and the others haven't spilled a word." Mr. Kim says wryly, as he peers at them, and I watch as they squirm slightly under the intense yet fond gaze.

"Sorry Appa, we wanted you to meet her and be able to find out that way." Hobi oppa answers and the beaming grin he sends is dazzling enough that Mr. Kim melts easily.

"What is your name my dear? How rude of us!" Mrs. Kim, Joonie oppa's mother asks, clucking her tongue at herself for not asking before.

" (L/N) (Y/N) Mrs. Kim....or do you prefer Ma'am?" I say, tailing off uncertainly head cocked, not prepared for the squeal it elicits or the sudden smooshing of my cheeks between her long slender fingers, as she gushes.

"Aigoo my boys are certainly lucky, call me anything you're comfortable with." She insists, pecking the tip of my nose and giggling.

It seems like the air is filled with an influx of happy hormones, love pulsating from each and every one of them.

And the six of them continue to lavish me with their attention, fluttering close and seeming to have their eyes glued to me, straying back quickly mid question to the boys to shoot me a smile, lips curving up- silently trying to reassure me.

And it's fine answering their questions, it's more than fine when they continue to make me feel comfortable, fluttering around me as they decide snacks and refreshments based around my preferences and it's perfectly fine when they lavish stories of my mates, stories ranging from when they were young children- coming equipped with an admirable array of photos documenting precious moments in their lives and when they did look significantly younger- revealing to me that my mates didn't always have this captured air of matured perfection but had settled into it. 

But it seems like their love becomes the very reason I crack and break.

Because Mr. Min comments on the teddy bear comment from earlier and then Mrs Min coos that by that logic that makes me their baby bear.

"Baby bear, aww three appas to fuss over her." she says, clapping her hands excitedly, drawing happy giggles from the other two mothers.

But the words make my heart ache, make it gape with that hole that can never be filled. That was created far too soon. And I think of my own parents.

And how much I'd have loved to have them meet my mates, to meet their parents- to fuss over them as if they were their sons, to accept them and welcome them into the family.

But that's something that can't happen.

And I smile, trying to hide the way my heart and soul shriek in pain and my eyes sting at the corners.

But there's no hiding from them. Not for my mates. And clearly not from Mrs Min who's face falls and expression shatters.

"I'm so sorry---" she begins but I'm shaking my head, hiding the trembling of my hands as I wring my fingers together, standing up.

"I need to use the restroom, please excuse me." I say, voice soft and close to wavering and rush out of the room before my tears betray me and embarrass me in front of a room full of family.

But the door I twist the knob of seems to be taking its sweet time in opening and when it finally gives way I let out a choked sound, rushing in and trying to hide and break behind a closed door. But before my hand can tug it shut, it's pulled open and there's the sense of someone entering behind me, arms wrapping around me.

"I'm sorry darling. Maybe it would've been best to give them a heads up." Yoongi oppa says, arms wrapping around me and murmuring softly.

I shake my head.

"Not their fault. I brought the mood down." I say, unable to swipe at the tears that fall, hands pinned to my side by his own arms that encircle me.

"Didn't ruin anything, eomma feels bad. She got a glimpse of your thoughts before you left." He says, sighing when my head droops, hair falling down to hide my face.

He presses a soft kiss to my now exposed nape.

He turns me in his arms, tilting my chin up and slowly pressing soft kisses to my cheeks, lips coming away wet with my tears. He presses small pecks to my cheeks, soaking away my sadness, and not smiling until my tears are gone and I'm squirming from his insistent butterfly kisses.

"We really are sorry." He says again.

I shake my head.

"They didn't know. It can't be helped. I just...I really think my parents would've loved meeting you." I confess.

His arms tug me close.

"We'd have loved to meet them. It would be an honour to meet the people who brought this blessed miracle into our lives." He says, eyes soft as he gazes at me.

My lips surge to press against the line of his throat, pressing small light kisses to the side of his jaw before finally meeting his lips in a series of short pecks pressed repeatedly to the soft plushness of his lips, tasting my tears on him.

"I'm the lucky one." I say.

He shakes his head.

"I am." He says, hand cradling my jaw as he tilts my head back to press burning lingering lips to each and every mark left on my throat, bringing back heated memories of the possessive love I'd felt in their touches.

And when he leans back, the tension has melted out of my posture, a puddle and mess of limbs in his arms and he laughs softly.

"Cute." He says.

I smile and tuck myself close, feeling myself comforted by him.

And when there's a knock at the door, he laughs.

"Maybe now I should say that the other six are waiting outside the door, and are desperate to get to you too." He confesses.

I laugh, a short huff of laughter against his neck, his arms tightening around me.

I really am the lucky one.

To have seven strong beautiful tender-hearted mates to call my own.

(THERE YOU GO! THE MEET IS NOT OVER! BUT ALL SOFTNESS AND LOVE AND GOOEY FLUFF SO FAR! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FOUND IT! WAS IT TOO MUCH? TOO SOFT? TOO CUDDLY AND GUSHY? IS IT WEIRD THAT THEY'RE SO ACCEPTING? I LIKED IT AND I HOPE YOU DID TOO! AND I DID HAVE SOME VISUALS FOR HOW THE MOTHERS LOOKED AND I'LL ATTACH THEM BELOW- THEY'RE EDITS DONE BY FANS BUT IN NO WAY IS IT MEANT TO SHOW DISRESPECT- IT'S JUST TO SHOW THE LIKELINESS THEY SHARE WITH THEIR MOTHERS AND THEY MAKE MORE STUNNING GIRLS THAN I COULD EVER EVEN DREAM OF! AND THERE'S MORE TO COME IN PART 2! THERE'S SAD STUFF THE PARENTS WILL LEARN BUT THAT'LL MAKE THEM EVEN MORE EAGER AND READY TO DOTE ON HER! AND THEY'RE NOT ALL ONLY CHILDREN- CUE SIBLINGS NEXT TOO! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE MY DARLINGS!)

Jinnie's mum, Joon's mum and Yoongi's mum:

How can you learn what happiness feels like if you don't know what sadness is? How can you say you've done your best until you know what your worst is? How can you say you've given your all until you know what it feels that you have nothing left to give? To be at our best we must know who we are at our worst.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3