(Y/N) POV:

I smile at the screen having opened the text Eunwoo has sent over- an eager bubbly message about how excited he is for the exhibition tonight.

I feel giddy on his behalf too, the exhibition allows Eunwoo's work to get the rightful praise and admiration it deserves. He always works so hard for this.

I throw open my wardrobe doors to decide on an outfit, eyes scanning the different colours, styles, and fabrics. But then the door of my room goes crashing open as Kookie, Tae and Hobi oppa come barrelling in, feet hastening as they rush towards me. The combined force of all three of them colliding with me in a massive hug threatens to send me toppling, back curving as I feel myself falling before a solid pair of arms catch my body and pulls me back upright, flush against Hobi oppa, his eyes twinkling.

"Easy kit." He says before winking, a giddy laugh bubbling out his throat at the way my mouth gapes at him, both shocked and slightly unimpressed.

"The photography exhibition is on tonight." Tae chirps, body trembling with barely restrained excitement, eagerly waiting for my reaction.

I laugh, head thrown back slightly.

"Oh Tae...you're so cute. I already know...Eunwoo already invited me." I say, and then watch as the smile slides off his face and a look of annoyance flashes across.

"Eunwoo?! But we were meant to invite you." Kookie whines leaning forward to press his face in the crook of my shoulder, lips pouting as he complains.

My fingers go to brush through his long locks, carding through the waves.

"Koo...it doesn't matter. I can't wait to see all your work. And yours Tae bear." I say, seeing the eager and hopeful looks fill their faces.

Hobi oppa clutches his heart dramatically, eyes rolling heavenwards.

"My heart is weak. Stop it." He accuses before busying himself by rifling through my wardrobe drawing out a bright outfit for me to wear. Tae opens his mouth but Hobi oppa just shoots him a look and he relents.

"Here you go (Y/N)-ah! Get ready, we'll be waiting for you." he says, pressing a kiss onto my cheek before ushering the two out, shooting me a final heart-shaped smile before the door closes.

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I walk down the stairs, feeling slightly conscious of the bright outfit Hobi oppa has picked out but nevertheless braving the stairs to bring myself in front of them.

They're all standing there, chatting, fixing each other's clothes, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles as they splay their hands across each other's chests and shoulders, fingers lingering and wry smiles and heated eyes.

I take the final step and enter the living room, watching as the others still with an unnatural, synced ease and their eyes turn to slowly graze over me, the heat in their eyes becoming a flame that only becomes ignited further and fuels something in me.

Their eyes slowly travel downwards, the intentional slowness in the act making me feel like there were seven simultaneous touches scorching across my skin leisurely and there were no clothes acting like a barrier.

"Stunning kit. Just stunning." Hobi oppa breathes as he steps forward, his words breaking us all out of the trance state of being lost in each other, stepping forward to trail his fingers down my exposed shoulders, skimming over my clothed-clad curves, trailing down to rest heavily on my hips- his hands moulding to the shape of my hips.

There's sheer control in his body but his eyes are filled with dominance and authority- compelling me silently to lean forward, to press myself against him, to mould my body to his as we feverishly seek each other's mouths, my mouth falling open and prey to the predatory hunger his lips kiss me with. His lips and tongue claim me as his, demanding and fierce and unrelenting, coaxing whimpers out of mouth, groaning deeply into my own as he hungrily devours those sounds, pressing closer and closer, hands pulling my hips flush with his. His hand roves up from my right side to gently cup my neck, my head tilting to provide him with deeper access, as his tongue strokes further into my mouth, a predator marking his territory with each broad, deep stroke of his tongue. I can feel energy surging between us, rising and mounting- an uncontrollable wave of desire and want washing over each inch of my skin. He forcefully parts our mouths, as though it pains him to do so, chest brushing against my own as I take in the sight of his dilated pupils and glistening swollen lips.

There's nothing but our clothes that separate the two of us and the pained groan Yoongi oppa lets out does little to dissipate the thick tension in the room.

"We're going to be late." Joonie oppa says but his voice is hoarse and slightly raspy.

I pull back unwillingly but before Hobi oppa allows me to fully move, the hand on my hip snakes to the base of my back and pulls me tighter against him.

"When we get back, allow me the pleasure of finishing what we've started." He says, eyes sparkling and entrancing. Suddenly the room feels too hot, too suffocating as I drown myself in the surge of emotions that pool out of us.

And then guides me out of the house a fluttering, flushing mess.

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"Koo, these are great!" I say, finding myself lost for words to truly capture the essence of the masterpieces Kookie has produced- snapshots of life that are so natural, so vibrant, and so bold that it makes me wish to see the world from his eyes. To see the world's beauty through beautiful doe lenses. My breath catches at the sheer emotions that emanate from his photographs- each of the boys captured in small, quiet moments- faces only occasionally meeting the camera's eyes. It's so pure, open, and wholesome- completely fits well with the concept of love that Kookie had been working around.

Tae's is just as breath-taking but his photos are somewhat different, instead his capture the hidden moments in a relationship, snapshots of hands intertwined on a rainy day- faces reflected in a puddle, the shot of a car window but the focus is the fond face that reflects onto it- Joonie oppa looking at one of them, easy carefree smiles, faces scrunched up with laughter, bodies bent as they hold onto each other for support, the world around them simply a canvas.

It fills me with happiness, warmth, to see the bubble that they exist in, their love untouched by anything but themselves.

"Tae you did so well." I cheer, turning to smile at him as he stands there, eyes solely on me as if he's been waiting for my reaction. And just like that his boxy smile graces his face, turning it into an expression of uninhibited joy.

But then all seven of them hurry forward, I find myself being eagerly guided and led to where Eunwoo's photos are displayed, and how their feet come to a stop and my ears are filled with deep exhales of breath.

Every photo of mine displays loneliness, a blank, almost void of life look in my eyes as I stare at the camera in some shots, a naked vulnerability in others as I lean against a wall and look skywards. They're all of a world, a life before them. A world where the light seemed grey and the world moved somewhat slowly. There feet move slowly, eyes examining and running over each photo with care. Eunwoo comes to stand next to me, eyes slightly sad.

"I'm glad you're not like that anymore." He whispers, words floating between the two of us, but his voice is filled with happiness, for me. I squeeze him into a hug. Silently conveying my love and gratitude for him always being by my side.

The others look at my photos with a seriousness, a deeper meaning, a rawness as they see me for who I was. Who I used to be.

When the others come to still at the final photo, the photo of me in the green sweater, skin peeping through as I stare dead into the camera, Eunwoo's mischievous tone creeps back.

"So...should I tell them that you were stark naked under that or no?" he says, voice joking and light but when I move my eyes exasperatedly away from him and his teasing, I find myself subject to seven other pairs of eyes, and from the slight stiffness in their bodies. They've heard. There's no doubt about it.

Eunwoo slides away, the traitor, seeking refuge in his soulmate's arms as they step forward, prowling closer and closer.

"You were what?" Yoongi oppa asks, eyes dark and unrelenting as they stare at me, bore into me.

And I find myself lost for words.

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I'm still lost for words.

Incapable of producing any words. Nothing escapes my mouth other than whimpers, moans, and gasps of breaths.

My back arches, pushing off the bed, head falling back under the teasing, torturing touches of Jiminie and Joonie oppa, the two of them pushing me to a dizzying height of pleasure with the way their mouths and hands explore my torso- blossoming marks left across my chest as they nip and lick their way down my navel, grips unrelenting and firm on my hips as they pin me down and continue.

Kookie's mouth slants over mine in a soft, sweet slow kiss that makes my insides melt and threatens to bring tears to my eyes. The soft intimacy of his gesture in contrast to the hard, constant pleasure the others are inflicting on my body makes my head spin with want that continues to burst out of me. I cry against his lips as my body becomes both taut and loose simultaneously, hips bucking and trying to seek relief from the face between my thighs, legs unable to shut because of the hands that hold them apart.

The relief when they all slowly move away is short-lived, even if my body sags into the mattress gratefully, lungs trying to breathe in greedy large gulps of air, heart hammering against my chest.

Tae's face appears from the apex of my thighs, hair tousled from where Jinnie oppa and Yoongi oppa have been playing with it, eyes lit with a fierce burning pride and joy.

They press close, their soft touches grounding me, bringing me down from the dizzying high, gentle caresses that starkly contrast from the passionate, overwhelming searing touches from the moment the door slid shut behind us as we entered the bedroom.

When my breathing becomes more level, I slide my eyes to meet Yoongi oppa's, they're warm and welcoming.

"Are you okay love? You tell us the moment it becomes too much." He says, from where he's sitting, hand resting on my hip, squeezing gently.

The touch for some reason causes the slightly abated need to come rising back to the surface, I curve into the touch, bond spiking with the combined desire of all eight of us.

"You think you can take more?" Hobi oppa asks, voice gentle in my ear, hands gently carding through my hair as my head rests on his lap. But his eyes are anything but. They're a storm of raging emotions, crashing, and colliding with my own.

The words he'd uttered before we left, echoing loudly in my ears.

"I need you. Please." I whisper.

And moments later when he's inside me, each thrust deep, slow and purposeful, dragging the pleasure out longer, my arms come to clutch desperately at his shoulders, body jolting with each movement of his hips against mine.

His touch engulfs me, his hands brand themselves across my skin, marking me as his as they slowly pull me closer and closer, mouth claiming mine with a tenderness that makes my heart feel like it's being squeezed with a vice. A breathlessness that comes from being with him, them.

The bond between us flows, never-ending, strong, and infinite, wounding between all eight of us and holding us together.

A single finger comes from the side to trace against my mark, heightening the pleasure and making me unravel quicker and quicker, pushing me to the brink of a cliff.

And when that final push comes, I let myself fall.

EUNWOO POV:

I watch as the guys guide (Y/N) out of the exhibition hall- hear their thoughts and smile into MJ hyung's chest. Operation make-(Y/N)'s-soulmates-jealous-again is a success.

(NOW...I'LL BE HONEST. THIS WAS UNPLANNED! BUT IF I'M POINTING FINGERS, IT'S Midiiplier . AND NOW I SHALL CONTINUE TO HIDE FOR ETERNITY. HOW WAS IT? *PEEKS THROUGH FINGERS*, LET ME KNOW! SO HERE IS THE LONG-AWAITED PHOTO EXHIBITION! I'M SORRY IF WE DIDN'T GET THE GUYS' PERSPECTIVES ACROSS AS MUCH BUT I HOPE THAT THEIR CAREFUL AND SLOW EXAMINATION KINDA CONVEYED THE WORDLESS FEELINGS ALMOST- THE SILENT UNDERSTANDING AND LOVE FOR SEEING HER HAVING GROWN OUT OF THAT. I'VE STARTED ANOTHER SOULMATE AU- BOUND BY BLOOD  AND I'D BE SUPER HAPPY IF YOU GUYS COULD LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT TOO! SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE AND STAY SAFE!)

QUESTION...MOST AWKWARD/UNUSUAL THING TO HAPPEN TO YOU IN SCHOOL/COLLEGE/UNI...?

Mine is so EMBARASSING. But early on in my first year in uni (which has just finished), for my Intro. To American Lit. class, we all sit in a square formation for tables and the guy opposite me took his jumper off but accidentally took most of his shirt off too, flashing me his abs and then seconds later his eyes caught mine, and I was so mortified. I couldn't help face that way cos of the chair and that happened...ground swallow me up already. I'm so embarrassed right now. Again.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3