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Hoseok's POV

The next morning, Hoseok's room

My eyes opened to the most beautiful scene in my life. Haneul's arms were wrapped around my chest, her eyes fluttering to catch up with her dreams. She looked peaceful, though her lipstick was smudged from kissing me until we'd both fallen asleep.

I felt my heart swell with a sense of primal satisfaction.

She's mine.

I finally got to kiss her last night. Every minute of her lips on mine was like a heavenly duet.

'Fuck. I'm a claims lawyer. Since when did I become so poetic?'

Still, I can't seem to have enough of her. She is so tender and gentle, yet she can be very forthright when she wants something.

I felt a smile spread across my face. Just then, she stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open, like a princess in a movie.

Before she noticed that I was awake, I closed my eyes and pretended as if I were still asleep.

I was curious to see what she'd do.

"Good morning Hobi." She whispered to me, cuddling even closer to me and placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

I guess this was a good idea.

"Hosoek? Oppa?" She gently shook me awake, realising that I was holding her tight around her waist so she couldn't sit up in bed.

"Hmmm....? Yes, my love?" I murmured in my 'fake sleep', turning to face her, but wrapping a leg around hers in the process. I pressed my lips to hers, giving her a quick peck, but also sucking on her bottom lip a little.

It felt so good to hold her like this. Although...

Ahh... Ssi-bal. Not again.

I stiffened and let go of all pretense. I could feel the morning difficulty making my life more complicated than it should be.

I gently let go of her, chuckling at my own plight. 'To kiss her or not to kiss her? Where would that lead?'

Haneul, had ceased her chance and scurried off to use the facilities in her new room, while I lay in bed, dress shirt and pants still on, pondering my future with her. Just then, my room door opened and a curious Jungkook walked in, still in his blue and white striped pyjamas.

"Good morning hyung! How did your date go last night?" He grinned brightly while still eyeing my attire, already knowing the answer. He perched himself at the edge of my bed, and I noticed he smelled faintly like gimbap when he reached over the bed to pinch my cheeks in a way only a younger sibling can annoy an older sibling.

But that was beside the point.

I shifted crossly, Jungkook sitting back where he was moments ago and sat up against the pillows, rubbing my eyes irritably.
"Swimmingly. As you know, Eric showed up, dressed as Jimin." I replied, still a bit annoyed that my so-called 'brother-in-law' gatecrashed my date with Haneul.

"Yeah... It's spooky how he managed to get the mould of hyung's face just right. It looked expensive too. Makes you wonder what he's been getting up to these past four years." Jungkook commented, but something about his comment had spurred a thought in my own head.

'There were some rumours doing the rounds in the courtrooms of Seoul. However, these were just rumours.' I dismissed the thought.

"That's true. But I'm more interested in where his father is getting all that money from. The spoiled brat hasn't worked a day in his life since he left the military." I wondered out loud. Jungkook nodded in agreement with my statement.

"Not everyone is as fortunate as we are hyung." Jungkook replied, looking up from his interlaced fingers at me. The look in his eyes said more than he just had.

His parents were murdered by Eric and his father while he was still in high school. It was an ambush meant for Haneul's parents, but the Jeon family had made the trip to Japan instead, boarding their flight, while the Kim family boarded the flight to China instead.

But someone had figured it out.

And just like that, both Jungkook and Haneul had lost their parents.

My family had taken Jungkook in, with our aunts and uncle pitching in to assist him wherever he needed the help.
But somewhere between finishing school, joining the military and protecting Haneul; Jungkook had his own pain he was silently dealing with.

Of course, the rest of us did try to speak to him.
Though, Jimin and Taehyung being the closest to Jungkook were probably the only two he actually opened up to. Despite all of his own challenges, however, Jungkook worked hard to prove himself and had chosen law just like the rest of us.

His reasoning of course, was quite simple. He needed to avenge his parents.

And protect our Haneul.

After a short while of discussing the events of last night and the repercussions it may have on the dates the others had with Haneul, Jungkook returned to his room while I walked into my en suite, to get dressed for work.

It's now eight days until we get married. The Heavens only know what's in store for us.

But for now, my cousins and I need to solve this case.

It was going to be one interesting day.

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After a shower...

"Do you want to join me for lunch with Lady Lira?" Jungkook asked, though it was clear from the look in his eyes that he was pleading with me, rather than requesting me to join his meeting.

Lady Lira was a good client of our firm, often employing our services whenever her company needed legal assistance.

She was a well-built, mature woman, in her late forties. Professionally she had requested that we all call her Lady, however she was not of any royal descent.

Ji So-Ra, did not like being of an ordinary birth when she claimed to be extraordinary - or so the woman claimed. The problem with Lady Lira though, was her sultry behaviour and her feisty temperament. She did not like to hear the word 'no'.
Even if she was crossing boundaries that were long forgotten by her.

And her favourite lawyer was none other than our young Jeon Jungkook.

While my little cousin was more than capable as a lawyer, Jungkook didn't appreciate being spoken to as if he were a child.

He also didn't appreciate being touched by anyone who wasn't his family or our fianceé.

Now, while I did not allow Lira to touch me, she seemed to listen if I deflected attention by offering up enough flattery to avoid her getting too close to me. A simple reverse psychology technique I learned from Yoongi hyung, who despised the woman as much as the rest of us.

"Sure. You don't need to stress Kookie. We'll have the case resolved in a day or two. It's always the same legal shit with that woman. She can't keep her own employees straight." I clapped his back, reassuring him that I'd be there with him.

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A minute later

Yoongi hyung however, wasn't happy with me for some reason.

He stood in the threshold of the kitchen, arms crossed over his crisp black shirt and formal pants. Hyung usually preferred dressing in black clothing and according to him, it exuded an intimidating aura about him.

Being on the receiving end of this 'intimidation' now, however, had me understand just why Lady Lira has never tried sinking her claws into Yoongi hyung. He was scary calm and exuded an unworldly power. Danger and loyalty radiated off his aura, which is what scared most women away. It even scared me, just watching him in a court room.

Yoongi hyung had confidence like no other lawyer when he presented a case. He is the pride and joy of our law firm and the most sought out defense lawyer in Korea.

"I thought I asked you to leave the restaurant at 9 p.m. last night." He said by a way of greeting.
"Huh? But hyung, you said to leave at 10 p.m.!" I raised my hands up in defence.

Then, to prove myself innocent, I pulled my phone out, scrolled to the private chat with Yoongi hyung and showed it to him.

"Oh. I see." He grunted, stepping aside to let Jungkook and I pass. He was messing with me because Haneul fell asleep in my room last night. He definitely saw her scurrying past his room into her own this morning.

It could have been a fragment of my imagination, but a small smile appeared on his face as we walked past him into the kitchen.

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In the kitchen

We were greeted by a unique sight as we entered. The kitchen had transformed into a dining area.
Jungkook, ever in need of food, sat at the table next to Yoongi hyung, chomping on something.

Haneul, who was dressed for the day in her uniform and Yoongi hyung's denim apron, was laying the table with freshly baked scones, omelettes, toasted bread, sliced fruit and a large pot of tea.

Huh?

Since when did we have a large teapot in our kitchen?

I also do not recall Namjoon living with us. I narrowed my eyes at my cousin. He sat at our kitchen table, in his casual clothes, looking absolutely fine!

There weren't any bandages or casts to be seen on his left arm.

"Morning Hobi hyung." He grinned at me, his perfect teeth glittering in the sunlight that poured through the window.
"How? You were sh-" But Yoongi hyung clamped a hand over my mouth and sat me down, using this as an excuse to mutter in my ear.
"Shut it, Haneul doesn't know and they have a date today. He's had stitches and he's fine. Just like you are." He said in low voice, raising his eyebrow pointedly at me.

"Fine." I grumbled, straightening my coat in time to smile up at our fiancée.

"Good morning Hobi." She smiled, handing me a freshly made omelet.
"Morning Haneul. Thank you." I said, taking the plate. Her soft fingers touched mine and she looked away, a deep blush forming on her face.

"I- uh, I'll see you later. I have to go into work today." She stammered, placing a kiss on Yoongi hyung's cheek, then she pecked mine, Jungkook's and lastly Namjoon's cheek before running off out the door, her converse high tops squeaking as she skidded across the tiles in her attempt at avoiding a collision with the front door. Yoongi's apron was still hanging around her neck.

"Han-" I tried to alert her, but Yoongi hyung shook his head, stopping me.
"She'll figure it out soon enough. Besides, that apron looks better on her than it does on me." He grinned.

Namjoon, who was concentrating on his breakfast, looked out the kitchen window, observing as our Haneul realised she was still wearing the apron over her uniform. The four of us couldn't stop the smiles that formed on our faces at the sight of Haneul fighting with herself to get the apron off.

It was one of those aprons with complicated criss-crossed straps and ties, so it was entertaining seeing her try to pry it off as she made her way out the gate in the back yard, which was where Seojin, our friend and her boss, waited for her in his car.

I look forward to our mornings after we're married.

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Haneul's POV

Next morning, breakfast time...

Namjoon was here bright an early.

I jumped in my skin as I trudged out of my new room, freshly showered and ready in my work uniform, though I didn't really feel like going back to work yet. Stepping out of my room into the hallway, I slammed into a wall of muscle and legs.

Gazing up in confusion, my eyes meet the most adorable pair of dimples smiling at me. Namjoon immediately wrapped his arms around me, greeting me with more familiarity now that we've seen each other a few times.

"Good morning, Sweetie. Where are you running off to?" He chuckled, his deep chuckle echoing in his throat sexily. He wore blue jeans, a power blue cotton shirt and Chelsea boots.

The casual look really suited Namjoon. It was awfully distracting to speak in front of him at this rate.

"I - I was just heading into the kitchen to get breakfast ready." I squeaked out. Something seemed different about him.

He looked taller, sexier and more confident. It was - attractive.

"How sweet. Good thing I'm here to help you then." He said to me with a wink that sent shivers rolling down my spine.
My breath hitched in my throat and I blink twice like Yoongi, unable to think.

'I swear, these men are going to be the end of me. I might go into an early retirement.'

"Come, Haneul. I wanted to try making scones with you. I hear you make the best in Seoul." He ushered me into the kitchen, subtly allowing me to gather myself.

'Damn... He's already got breakfast going.'

"I do hope you like omelette. It's the one thing I can cook." He grinned at me.

"Yeah, and he makes a good cup of coffee too. Good morning Baby." Yoongi had a big smile on his face as he rose from his seat to greet me with a kiss on my cheek.

'Someone is in a very good mood this morning.' I noted.

"You guys already cooked! There's nothing left to do!" I sputtered, staring at the spread of food on the table.

"We made gimbap as well, but Jungkook ate most of it already. He loves having rice for breakfast." Yoongi supplied, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Which was why I suggested you make your scone recipe with me." Namjoon added, turning to face me.

"Sure. Yoongi, point me to your pantry cupboard and kitchenware, electronic mixer, the works." I exclaimed, rolling up the sleeves of my jersey and clasping my hands together.

"You can use my apron, it's hanging near the towel by the sink. You'll see all the appliances, utensils and dishes are kept either in the cupboards below the counter or in the drawers; while the flour, sugar and other dry ingredients are kept in the cupboards below the kettle." Yoongi directed Namjoon and me as we gathered everything from around the kitchen.

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Namjoon's POV

Haneul.

As a word in the dictionary, it meant "heaven". But as the name of my fiancée, it means, much more than just the abode of the Gods and Goddesses. It meant, the safe haven my cousins and I have created with our fiancée.

Haneul, the woman I love. The only woman I have ever loved since the day we ran into each other as she ran away from a bully and bumped head first into me - who was looking for my little cousin, Jungkook.

She's the reason I work hard everyday and the reason why even a single grade on the arm from a bullet won't get me down.

My heart felt alive once again, seeing her walking and breathing - in good health - once more.

I still got nightmares from the day she was hurt. The day I carelessly took her safety for granted. The day we almost lost her because of my stupidity. For years I had beat myself up about the incident - until I discovered the truth.

It was a planned attack on her life. And my presence meant that the attacker was taken by surprise. As a result, they only managed to hit into her with their vehicle - the which was thankfully not a fatal blow, but it did injure our Haneul internally.

Dr. Min did her best to save her. But the last four years had been torture. We watched our Haneul become a complete stranger in a matter of minutes.

Many of my cousins had chosen to study overseas until we were stronger, both mentally and physically, to help her recover her lost memories.

Because our fiancée did not remember us.

Broken and shattered, we worked in silence to hone and perfect our skills for the day when we could rescue her.

Today is my turn to take Haneul out. I silently prayed that everything goes well.

Because the last time...

The last time we were on a date she had met the accident that left her in this state.

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A/n: Thank you for reading 😊