HOBI POV:

I laugh as I watch Dae-Hyeonie and Hyun-Jae play, I get so engrossed by their giggles and flailing limbs that I abandon the couch to scuttle close, crawling towards the unknowing boys who laugh and play together. Hyun-Jae is still at the stage of adorable baby babble mixed with the occasional coherent word and yet his gurgling and small sounds seem to be completely understood by Dae-Hyeonie who's responding with equal enthusiasm as the two have a tea party with the large circle of plushies. Hyun-Jae claps his hands together when Dae Hyeonie moves forward to pour some juice into his little cup and though he drinks with enthusiasm and gets the juice everywhere, the bright grin he shoots his older brother makes it all worth it.

And it's at that point that the two notice me, eyes widening.

"Dada!" Dae Hyeonie greets and at the sound of his bright call Hyun-Jae's loose grip on his cup goes lax and he gurgles happily, mumbling incoherently.

"Aigoo having a tea party? Is dad not invited?" I ask, pouting cutely at them.

Whilst Hyun-Jae interprets it as a sad expression, lip beginning to wobble with a cry of 'dada', Dae Hyeonie stares at me intently, the gaze reminding me of Yoongi hyung- I feel like I'm being scrutinised by my soon to be four-year-old son.

"Mama said you have to bring gifts to people houses." He says, head cocked in a way that reminds me of (Y/N). And honestly I don't even know where he picked that up from, what conversation had he been intently in that he'd echoed her.

It's adorable.

So I lean forward to tug him forward pressing kisses all across his face even as he laughs and protests before turning to scoop our baby and do the same to him, smiling when I hear him gurgle and his hands flail in happiness.

"Dada will be back." I say rushing out the room as quick as I can to go to the kitchen pulling their favourite snacks from the cupboards before rushing back.

And when they see the offering in my arms Dae Hyeonie grins, clearing some space for me to sit down, scolding me when it looks like I'll squish his plushies.

"Careful dada! Tata and Chimmy always sit together." He says just as I push the two on either side and nodding along, I place them onto my right together before looking at our son.

"Better?" I ask, trying to repress the urge to gush.

He nods.

And then with sweet tenderness goes to give the first snack to his brother, opening it up for him and plopping himself down in front of him, breaking it up and feeding him slowly. It's endearing and in that moment I realise just how greatly (Y/N) influences him, he's doing exactly what she does when she feeds him. and Hyun-Jae is looking up at him with adoration and leans to press a sticky kiss to his brother's cheek.

"'hank you hyungie." He mumbles.

And I just melt.

And it's seated in a circle with plushies and our two sons that Jin hyung comes home, the first to arrive, and he smiles as he drops kisses on our heads- eyes fond and loving as he takes in the scene.

And then Tae and Kookie arrive, the camera hanging around Kook's next is immediately raised to snap shots of the scene before the boys realise that they're there and once he lowers it with a satisfied proud grin he bounds over towards us.

"Dae Hyeonie, Hyun-Jae!" Tae exclaims as Kookie suddenly twirls our youngest son up, laughing with him- the sounds of happy gurgling and excited giggles mingling with the bright innocent laughter of his dada as he greets him. He swaps over with Tae, who'd been greeting Dae Hyeonie, to greet our nearly four-year-old with the same enthusiasm.

The tea party lies forgotten as they continue to laugh and play with our two sons, and I rise to my feet gathering wrappers and the small mess made and heading off to get rid of it.

"How've they been?" Jin hyung asks.

"Angels if you don't count mealtimes." I dryly say, remembering how Hyun-Jae had become more and more animated at the sight of his brother that most of the food had been splashed out of his bowl...several times.

I couldn't imagine how life would be once Dae Hyeonie started school, it was just the other day we'd been talking about enrolling him into nursery- he was reaching that age very, very soon.

It was both exciting and scary- because where had the years gone? How would it feel to adjust to having only one baby tottering around the house, the other off to learn and play and make new friends.

It was a milestone age we were reaching.

And I didn't know whether pride, fear or exhilaration reigned in me the most.

JOON POV:

"And ooh what about this? And definitely this!" I exclaim as I walk around the shop with (Y/N), hands intertwined as she picks out outfits for Dae Hyeonie- beginning to slowly prep now that he'll be starting nursery soon.

"Joonie oppa, I'm sure Dae Hyeonie will not need a full colouring set of one hundred pencils- nurseries are equipped with things for the kids you know. And besides...he doesn't even colour that much" She says, tugging me away from the large set that I've been eyeing.

I tug her back, smiling when lets out a startled gasp at the way she's suddenly pulled back into my side.

"Well...there's no harm in getting a set for his dada and mama to share then. Kookie tends to colour still- you and him love doing those therapeutic colouring pages." I say, picking a large wooden case that's sealed and putting it into the trolley.

"You're spoiling us." she says wryly.

"I know. I want to." I admit, beaming at her when she seems both touched and amused by it.

And we traverse through the shop, arguing over whether or not Dae Hyeonie going to school means he needs matching underwear to go with his outfits, I turn incredulously to her when she refuses to back down.

"But no-one can see them! And who matches underwear with clothes?" I exclaim, confused and put-out because she'd refused my options and here she was fighting for hers to win.

"I see them when I dress him! And I don't hear you complaining when I match mine!" she retorts.

My cheeks flame.

She's got a point there, none of us complain when she peels away her clothes to reveal matching lingerie sets underneath- instead, the sight of her stirs up the heat that pools in our bodies and the fire that sears through our veins.

But this is completely different!

And yet minutes later I find myself adding the packets of underwear into the trolley, looking at (Y/N) betrayed whilst she just tugs me along happily- eyes sparkling with teasing mischief.

"How's work going?" she asks.

"Same old my darling. Not all of us have exciting new releases we refuse to tell our soulmates about." I quip, pouting sadly- especially when she turns to me with a radiant smile.

"I can't tell you Joonie baby." She says, voice bright and knowing.

We're walking over to the till as I wheedle.

"Oh please~ just one tiny hint? I want to know what the next webtoon is about." I say, tugging her back even as she begins to unload the trolley to the smiling sales assistant.

"Nope!" she says.

She focuses on getting the shopping sorted, the two of us walking out with bags in our spare hand.

"I'll carry all the shopping." I bargain.

"Nope!"

"Make you dinner."

"You're banned!"

"Take you out on a date tomorrow."

"You have meetings until late."

"(Y/N)~" I call as she begins to unload the bags into the car boot. She tugs the bags out of my hands too and puts them in.

And as the boot closes, leans against it as she peers up at me.

Her hands come to fist the lapels of my suit jacket, tugging me forward and then her lips are fiery and sweet and hot against mine, silencing all my protests and bribes with the unfailingly distracting plushness of her lips against mine. My lips part hers, tongue sliding in as I slowly entangle it with hers, arms falling to her waist to pull me closer- mouths moving in natural, easy sync as I lean into her, body pushing hers further against the car.

And when she leans back, lips plump and a darker pink she looks up at me.

"Make me an offer I can't refuse oppa." She teases before stepping away, body brushing past mine as she gets into the car. And when I rush to belt myself in the passenger seat she shoots me a bright look, words soft for all the teasing she's been doing.

"I love you." she says, starting the car.

And even though she refuses to give me spoilers, I love her too.

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And yet when the others find out what (Y/N) had briefly mentioned over the past few weeks- the small snippets of work life and how she was going to be a bit busier, it all clicks when over dinner everyone comes to the conclusion that (Y/N) is going to be leading the production of this webtoon, that this next piece will be her creation.

And to say it rouses curiosity is an understatement.

An explosion is by far a more apt term to describe the way the dinner table chatter suddenly rises, the din almost unbearable, I shoot Yoongi hyung a sympathetic glance when he winces, and the maknaes are in a haste as from their mouths burst questions, comments, declarations of how hurt they are that their soulmate hid this from them.

And when they quieten down a fraction, (Y/N) speaks.

"I did tell you. Not my fault my wonderful husbands don't pick up tiny hints- I even gave a spoiler a week or so back and I bet that none of you will remember." She says, lips curved into a satisfied smug grin when there's an exchange of wide eyes.

And then just like that she returns her attention to feeding Hyun-Jae, lips imitating the loud circle she wants him to make. And just like his older brother, smitten with his mama, he obediently parts his lips, giggling when she gives him a kiss for each mouthful.

"Mama me too!" Dae Hyeonie exclaims from where he'd initially been perched happily on Tae's lap but now squirms, eager to get to her, to get the kisses his baby brother is being showered with.

She shakes her head.

"Baby you stay with your dada." She says.

And whilst had it been any of us the refusal would've sparked an adorable fussy tantrum, he acquiesces and turns to tap at Tae's hand.

"Dada eat. Dada give kissies." He states, nudging Tae into action who just like (Y/N) begins giving Hyeonie a peck for every mouthful, peppering them all across his face once he's finished his plate.

But it's clear once the two are tucked up in bed, Dae Hyeonie insisting that we let his baby brother sleep in the same room as him, tuckered out from playing all day that the air takes on a thick tension.

"This is one of those rare nights." Jiminie comments, already stepping forward to wrap arms around (Y/N), caging her into his embrace.

"And you've got some secrets to spill." Tae adds stepping forward, eyes glinting with the challenge of getting our youngest mate, our wife to share what we're all desperate to know.

And then Kookie moves forward to cup her cheek, tilting her head back so he can brush open-mouthed kisses along her neck, down her throat across to her shoulders, fingers undoing the ribbon of her nightgown, the act revealing the top of her cleavage and the smooth expanse of skin. His lips rove down, pausing to suck a mark, dark head bent over her, arms joining Jiminie's as they trap her between them. I revel in the small gasps and whine Kookie's lips coax out of her and when he moves back there's a darkening mark at the skin where the curves of her breasts swell, heaving attractively once he steps back a bit.

"And we're not beyond playing a bit dirty to get them out of you." Hobi adds, eyes thick with want and desire, smiling when the energy in the air crackles with pent up desire and need for each other.

Jin hyung steps forward, face soft and tender for all how he bends down to push her nightgown up, billowy loose fabric revealing her thighs which he cups from the back, hands pressing possessively into them as he lifts her up, her legs locking around his waist.

And as we step into our shared large room, the bed ordered and designed to fit the eight of us waiting as he sets her down , leaning over her until he's drawing her to lie onto her back. 

He leans down to brush their lips together, the thick plumpness of his immediately moving in sync against hers, coaxing small sounds as their mouths intertwine and merge, a heady enthralling mixture of lips, tongue and teeth as he dominates the kiss, the rest of us shifting closer, hands roving with an intent as we rid each other of clothes, hands scorching as they touch bare warm skin, graze across each other's marks.

We all settle onto the bed, limbs intertwined with each other as we kiss and tease, hands running torturously slow to explore and rove over each dip and hollow of our soulmates' bodies.

I turn, back against the mattress as Yoongi hyung lowers his head to suck marks into my throat, lips trailing down across my shoulders and across my chest, my eyes land on (Y/N) who's arching into the kiss, body pressed flush against Jin hyung's, his hands holding her thighs open when he finally drags his lips off hers.

"We have all night." He whispers as he begins to map her body with his hands and lips, as hyung slides off me to pin down her left thigh, smiling when Hobi immediately does the same to her right.

(Y/N) POV:

There's nothing teasing now, it's all careful and deliberate touches as they all move around me, Joonie oppa's lips slowly kissing down my arm and slowly moving to my torso, I watch through lowered eyes as Tae dips his head towards my hip, tongue tracing my mark, Jiminie's arm pinning her waist down when the sensation send explosive jolts of pleasure flooding through me, my hips bucking and arching- curving into his touch. Kookie slowly begins kissing across her navel, tongue darting into the dip of my bellybutton, sucking dark large marks across my breasts, abdomen, the side of my hip. The sensation of lips moving with a slow unhurried intensity as he marks a trail of fiery sparks, igniting a flame that burns hotter and brighter under my skin. The room fills with harsh pants and soft whimpers as I twist and shift under the combined touch of all seven of them. The way Jin oppa lowers himself down, shedding off his clothes until he finally lowers his mouth over the apex of my thighs, the sight of his burning intense eyes sending jolts of pleasure through the bond, heady and intoxicating.

Slowly they take me apart, bringing pleasure to me over and over, watching as I rise and fall, feeling my eyes flutter as I feel the waves of pleasure crashing over me over and over- consuming me, drowning me in it until all I can feel is the way each nerve is alight with the sensation of them, my hands feverishly seek them out, keep them close in the cradle and warmth of my body as I hold them close, feel our bodies merge and become one as we move, as they roll and drivel their hips into me.

I reach that taut end where my body stiffens, and then fall into that never-ending and all-consuming abyss of desire and pleasure, pushed to the tip of the cliff before I fall and become overwhelmed with it.

My legs lock around Minnie who brushes sweet slow kisses across my face, a contrast to the sharp snap of his hips as he drives himself further into me, my fingers scrabble for purchase on his shoulders, feeling each sound- each whimper and groan punched out of me, forced out of my body as they mingle with his. And when we fall together, his mouth drops to my shoulder, teeth biting down as he muffles his groan. I feel my chest heave as I try to get air in, try to bring my heartbeat down back to normal, the way he drops his weight onto me as he holds me close in a hug, shifting the two of us so I can rest on his chest.

I feel exhausted, drained.

And yet even as they slowly shift around the two of us, gentle hands bearing cool damp towels as they wipe me clean with tender touches, I feel my heart and soul burst and brim with happiness and elation, at the way my soul seems to have exploded and a shard of me resides in each of them.

And when I lay tired and drained, curved next to Hobi oppa, with Minnie gently drawing sheets over me before nestling himself in behind me, Joonie oppa speaks up.

"Will you tell us now?" he asks, voice hopeful and eager.

And though I love them with every part of me, love them that I could die consumed with the intensity of emotions I have for them, love them so much that I yearn to be with them every second of my day, I can't help the weak, tired laugh that bubbles out of my lips.

"Never." I breathe, exhaustion weighing down on my eyelids, combined with the soft lulling sleep energy he's pulsing out through the arm that wraps loosely around my waist.

Hobi oppa's answering laugh is low and sweet.

"That's my kit. Never backing down." He murmurs.

And the next wave of sleep energy he sends out seems to fill the room, touch allowing it to rapidly sink into me.

"Sleep kitten." He murmurs, feeling the brush of his lips against my forehead.

And I drift off to sleep, with my hand fluttering down to press against his.

(THERE YOU GO! I'VE BEEN SUPER LATE WITH UPDATING THIS BOOK AND I'M SO SORRY BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE WHO'S KEPT ON GOING, KEPT ON READING AND KEPT ON ROOTING AND SUPPORTING THIS BOOK! IT WENT FROM CUTE BONDING TO BONDING BETWEEN SOULMATES-OOPS! THERE'S ONLY A FEW MORE CHAPTERS TO COME AND HOPEFULLY IT'LL MAKE SENSE VERY SOON WHY IT IS WE'VE HAD TIMESKIPS AND I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE MORE! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS MY LOVES AND STAY SAFE AND WARM AND COSY AS YOU READ! TAKE CARE!)

QUESTION...BIG TRAGEDY WHEN IT COMES TO CLOTHES OR STUFF?

Mine is...I can never find rings that fit! Cos I'm a tad bit bigger than a M but it's too loose if I get a L ring, my fingers are small too and look like kids- *cue wailing* that's my tragedy! And when I buy jeans...the waist of them is that of a size smaller but my thighs fit in the size I wear. It's a real struggle.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3