Doppelganger

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❝Where are all these good looking men coming from?❞

-Haneul

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Haneul

"What do you mean the will is missing?" Jimin asked before I did.

"Yeah, Appa showed Jimin and me the sealed envelope yesterday!"

Jungkook studied us for a second, then burst out laughing. "Sorry, it's just, the look on your faces is priceless!"

"Was he always like this?" I asked Jimin incredulously.

"I'm afraid so, darling," Jimin sighed.

Jungkook sobered up, "seriously, though, I just got off the phone with Mr. Kim. He needs Haneul there a little earlier because they're not sure which copy is the correct one."

"Are you guys professionals or not?" I stared at the two men in my kitchen.

"Don't look at us, we don't work with property related matters," Jimin cleared his throat. "Kookie, tell them we're on our way."

"Yeah, give me a minute, I'm just going to grab a brush and hair ties," I dashed into my room.

But when I looked into the mirror, the two of them were standing behind me.

"We'll wait here with you. Don't rush yourself," Jungkook sat on my bed, making himself at home.

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Having two really attractive men in my bedroom was probably the best plot twist in my entire life.

My mind reeled with possibilities: Who would I kiss first? Or would I want them to enact a scene from one of my favourite reverse harem stories?

I think if it were up to me, I'd sit on Jimin's thighs and Jungkook could kiss me.

"Haneul?" Jimin tapped my shoulder.
"I'm okay!" I said jolting out of my unholy thoughts.

I cleared my throat and set the hairbrush down.

"Are you alright, you're drooling," Jungkook cocked his head to the side.
"I'm fine," I dabbed at the corner of my mouth.

It can't be helped. It just can't.

Looking away from the mirror, I picked up a jaw clip and snapped it over the elaborate twist my hair was tied in. Too late to flat iron it.

Not that I would be able to concentrate with these two fine men in my line of vision.

Jungkook sits back on the bed, propping himself up on an elbow. His dark brown eyes are watching my reflection in the mirror.

Jimin sat next to him, the material of his pants clinging to his skin drew attention to his well toned thighs. I tore my eyes away before my hands reached out to touch him.

The amused look on his face told me exactly what he was thinking.

I need strength to endure this day. And if these two are anything to go by, I'm probably going to find myself around a lot of attractive men.

Compose yourself Haneul. They're just men. That's all.

Men with broad, toned shoulders and smiles that make you want to succumb to them.

I finished my look off with a pair of pearly studs and the bracelet that Jungkook bought me. The black beaded dress covered my knees, stopping midway around my calves. I paired it off with a black pantyhose and kitten heels.

Then, ignoring the twin pairs of eyes following me, I grabbed my coat from my cupboard and turned to face them.

"Done," I smiled.

"That's it? No foundation and sprays and-" Jungkook blinked.

"Yeah, I don't want to delay any more, besides, I'm not really one for makeup," I shrugged and walked out of the room, pulling my coat on.

"But she looks beautiful," I overheard Jungkook whispering to Jimin as they followed me out.

"It's called minimalism, Jeon."

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Jimin

Haneul thinks I didn't notice her eyes roving over me like a lioness in heat.

I held back the urge to tease her, only because we were in a hurry. Something about the way her eyes widened, gave away her thoughts.

It was cute how she thought she could conceal those from us.

I sat next to Jungkook, on her bed, just to give her more to stare at. My lips tugged up when our eyes met, clearly stating my intentions with her.

We're the same zodiac, so she'll get my silent message. That's the best part about our star sign. There's always this unspoken understanding between two Libras flirting.

It's magical.

Jungkook and I mused over her flustered behaviour, anticipating more when we finally arrive at the office. She blushed when she ran into three of my cousins yesterday. And they only said hello then.

I wonder how she'd fare today, when they'll be in flirt mode with her around. After all, it's been years since they've seen her and it's finally time to make our relationship official.

Halmoni intended for us to marry Haneul from the very beginning.

"Apart from the fact that I need you to take care of her and split my properties equally, your bond with her, albeit rare, is something we can't ignore. Don't ever leave Haneul's side," she impressed on the various occasions we visited her office.

"Y-yes ma'am," we collectively answered, each time.

I blinked and looked up as Haneul locked the front door. It's been a while since I thought about her grandmother.

"I'll drive, so you can talk to Haneul," Jungkook muttered under his breath as she walked over to us.

"Sure, thanks Kookie."

"Do I look okay?" Haneul's brows knit together with concern. "I mean, it's a big day right? I need to look presentable."

"Relax sweetheart, you look beautiful," I took her by the hand and led her towards the elevators.

It's almost ten o'clock. We need to get going.

"Do I need to bring anything? Or prepare anything?" she asked, chewing on her bottom lip.

"No, you'll be fine. Don't worry about it!" I said as the lift doors closed shut.

I rubbed her shoulders, warming her up because she shivered as if it were already peak winter.

"You got this, baby girl," I murmured in her ear.

Jungkook held her hand, playing with her fingers-a habit that has resurfaced. He used to do that all the time when they were younger. I remember hearing the other girls in their class complain about how unfair it was that Haneul had a cute boy holding her hand in class.

But people misunderstood their relationship. It wasn't just a couple thing. They were there for each other when their parents died. The others and I did our best to comfort and console them, but only Haneul and Jungkook truly understood the loss each of them had sustained.

And in its own way, I think it's a beautiful thing for them.

Part of our relationship entailed that we respected the bond each of us had with Haneul. We all were connected with her in a unique way.

So we expressed our feelings differently.

That's something that most people will never understand. Like Haneul said yesterday, we have a "reverse harem kind of relationship." Something I'm still wrapping my head around.

"Hyung, you should sit with Haneul," Jungkook nudged me.

"Why?"

"Because if I get too close to her, I might never let her go."

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Haneul

Jimin sat in the back of Jungkook's car with me. He held my hand and for some reason, didn't seem to want to let go.

His hands were soft and warm. Something about the shape of his fingers was overwhelmingly adorable.

We talked mostly about the meeting. But the contact with these two made everything feel precious-and intimate.

"So, as you can see Haneul, the meeting isn't going to be too long. There is a line you wait for then you say your part as written on that page," Jungkook gestured at the lilac note in my hand.

"Is this your handwriting?" I read the words again, carefully studying the way the person curled their letters.

"Yes," he smiled at me in the rear view mirror. "I'm glad you remembered."

"It's some of the neatest handwriting I've ever seen, how could I forget?"

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"Okay, I can do this. I can do this. They're just people I knew before. I can do this!" I chanted myself, hoping I was inaudible.

"Haneul, it's going to be fine," Jimin squeezed me in a big hug.

We were out in the staff parking, gathering my wits. Because I am terrible when it comes to public speaking!

"Breathe in slowly through your nose and out through your mouth. It helps," Jungkook offered. He took my other hand and the two of them left me in.

"Okay," I breathed. "I'll try that."

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The lift doors dinged open on the seventh floor, and a group of drop dead gorgeous men rushed towards us.

"There you are! Appa's waiting for us in the boardroom," a particularly gorgeous man said with a playful tone.

I recall seeing him yesterday. He's the one they called Tannie.

He looked from Jimin to Jungkook, a broad, boyish grin spread across his face, then he held his hand out to me.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Kim Taehyung!" his voice seemed to switch to a velvety lilt that made the French he spoke sound extra sexy.

His fingers were thin and long, which did things for my imagination I never thought possible.

For a few seconds, all I could do was silently shake his hand. I gulped and blinked away the images in my head.

The fire in the pit of my stomach had returned.

"I'm Kim Haneul, enchantée."

"Come on, Haneul, I think you've seen these two for far too long," Taehyung said, still holding my hand.

He ushered me into the boardroom and pulled up a chair for me, then perched himself in the seat on my right. Jimin and Jungkook took the seats to my left, while the others sat across us.

I recognized two of the four men. The one with the broad shoulders and the other with the cute dimples were with Taehyung in the lift yesterday. The other two were equally gorgeous. But in their own unique way.

One had a sharp jawline that could cut through ice with a beautiful heart shaped smile. He winked at me when he caught me staring at him.

I felt my face burn up.

The other man exuded power in a sexy way. His dark hair was a little longer than some of the other men here. This only made the long fringe falling over his eyes extra attractive. He blinked twice behind his freestanding lenses, a small knowing smirk curved his lips up seductively.

"Okay so everyone, Haneul is here for the reading of her grandmother's will," Jungkook supplied, standing up.

Somehow, his bright energy managed to diffuse the tension in the room.

"Haneul, you've met Jimin hyung and me. And now Taehyung hyung introduced himself," he paused to clear his throat, as if preparing himself.

Standing behind the man on the far left, he placed his hands on his shoulders. "This is Jung Hoseok."

"Hi sugar plum," the man winked at me again. "Nice to finally meet you."

I swear his smile is what powers Seoul.

He's beautiful and yet so charming all at once! And I didn't miss the elegant way he sat, as if the chair felt honoured by his presence.

"Hi," I waved, feeling a little conscious of my appearance.

Jungkook moved over to the sexy demon. "This is Min Yoongi," he smiled.

I could tell that Jungkook seemed closer to these cousins. Where these the cousins he mentioned he lives with?

"Hi, princess. Good to speak to you in the flesh," he smirked.

"That was you! Yesterday?" my eyes widened.

I knew that voice wasn't Mr. Park's!

"Yes, I wanted to say hello before the others," he winked.

"That's not fair Yoongi hyung!" Taehyung complained next to me.

"Well, if you want to talk about what's unfair, your favourite cousins spent the entire day with Haneul yesterday," he smirked at Taehyung, his deep, gravelly voice turning me into a puddle.

"I can explain," Jungkook raised his hands up in surrender.

"Please do," Taehyung squinted at him, his displeasure clear as day.

"It was her birthday, how could we let her spend it all alone?" Jimin spoke up. "Got a problem with that Tae?" he arched a brow up at Mr. Gorgeous on my right.

"No. We just would have preferred for all of us to be there too," Taehyung pouted.

"Excuse me, you two. You're being rude to Haneul. Jungkook is still introducing her to me!" said the handsome man with broad shoulders and a smile that said 'the world loves me'.

"Haneul this is Kim Seokjin, the eldest of our group. Don't mind him, he's just being playful."

"You should have introduced me first, is all I'm saying," he sniffed. "And it's a pleasure to finally meet you angel," he gave me the most charming smile I've ever seen.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," I blushed.

"And last we have the nerd of our group of cousins, Kim Namjoon," Jungkook grinned, patting Namjoon's shoulders with both hands.

The man with the cute dimples looked up from the desk, his face a rosy pink colour. "Pleased to meet you again, Haneul."

When he said my name, a memory flashed before my eyes.

Namjoon held my hand as we walked to an ice cream stand. We were laughing about something when a black Bentley drove past, nearly knocking me over. He caught me in his arms, but my ice cream had fallen to the ground.

Before we could buy a new one, the car swerved towards us and sped up.

"Haneul!"

I blinked, then reached for my handbag. Jimin reached for the glass pitcher and poured me a glass of water.

I accepted it and sipped slowly. "Don't feel shy to take your medication, sugar," he leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"It's okay, Jimin. I'm fine," I looked up and smiled at the others, meeting their worried gazes. "Really, I'm fine."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have come here," Namjoon stood, excusing himself.

"Namjoon, where are you going? We're about to start now, son!" a tall man with raven black hair and amber eyes walked in.

"Appa, I-"

"No, sit down. I'm sure it can wait. Don't be rude to your future wife," and with the graceful swerve, the man turned to greet me.

"Welcome back, Haneul! Everyone's been waiting for you," he smiled at me, and at that moment I saw where Namjoon got his cute dimples from.

"Pleased to meet you sir," I stood up to shake his outstretched hand.

So that's Mr. Kim.

"I trust my sons are behaving?" Mr. Kim smiled, then shot a quick glance at Seokjin, Taehyung and Namjoon.

"Dad, I swear, you act as if we could elope with her in the ten minutes you were gone!" Seokjin smirked.

"Jin, I know you're perfectly capable of doing that," his father countered.

I couldn't suppress my laughter, instead I hid it behind my hands. Thankfully, the others were laughing too.

"Alright, everyone's here! Jong-dae- ah here's Woo-bin with the children," a man that looked like an older version of Jimin walked in with Mr. Park.

"Thanks, hyung," Mr. Park nodded at his older brother.

"Yeon-joon, it's been a while!" Mr. Kim greeted Jimin's father.

"Good morning everyone!" The man greeted us.

Everyone piped up in response, then he turned to speak to Mr. Kim.

"Yes, Woo-bin, I thought it would be nice to take a small break. But when Jimin told me Haneul is back, I had to stop by the office," the older man smiled at me.

The fact that Jimin's features resembled his father's, down to the same smile, was rather unnerving.

I stood up to shake his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," I smiled, steeling my nerves.

"Am I late?" another voice asked as the door closed.

"Not at all," the other three older men chuckled as if sharing some sort of fatherly joke.

The young men around me schooled their features, probably a sign of respect for their elders, if not hiding the fact that they were looking at me. Although, judging by the look on Taehyung's face, I could tell he felt shy about this whole situation.

"Don't mind them. They're always acting like they haven't seen each other in ages," Taehyung muttered to me. "They're all neighbours."

"You're kidding me!" I gasped.

"Nope. That's just how weird our family is, welcoming to the Min clan!" Jimin smirked dryly.

"Min?" I arched a brow at him.

"Yeah, it's a long story," he whispered. "I'll tell you later."

"So-joon, not at all!" Mr. Kim Woo-bin greeted the man I assumed was Yoongi's father.

"And this is our daughter-in-law! How are you, Haneul?" he reached out to shake my hand.

"I'm well thank you and you, sir?"

The man's booming laughter filled the room.

"I'm doing just fine!" he smiled.

"Right, so, now that everyone is here," Mr. Kim cleared his throat. "Let's proceed with the reading of the Last Will and Testament of Kim Ha-eun, grandmother to Kim Haneul."

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