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⚠️Trigger warning!

Strong language

Smut/fluff

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Jimin's POV

To tell her or not to tell her?

Haneul already had a lot on her plate at the moment. We were going to take her to see Jin hyung after this meeting. And she and Hobi hyung still needed to have their date.

This set us back by a day.

If only things actually went according to plan for a change.

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"Thank you, your honour. The defence rests." I bowed my head and turned on my heel to take a seat next to Yoongi hyung.
He was here at the proceedings as one of the support lawyers for this case. He'd given me full reign this time as he wanted me to practice for what was coming.

"Nicely done Jimin. You presented a very strong case. I'm proud of you." He whispered to me as the judge read through the evidence we had presented against the accused.

"Thank you hyung. I gave it my best. I want to clear my schedule so that I won't have any court appearances when it's my turn to meet Haneul." I whispered back.

"Hmngh. Good. Taehyung can take over any cases that come through. He needs to practice as well." Yoongi hyung grunted.

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A few moments later...

"... And according to the jury, the court pronounces that Mr. Kang Daniel is found guilty of theft and damage to personal property as charged. A two year sentence in the Busan Anti-Crime juvenile facility is to be served by you Mr. Kang. In addition to your sentence, you will serve a three year community service in the heart of Busan once you turn twenty years of age. The court is adjourned!" The judge pronounced and with that the police on duty rose with the eighteen year old accused to escort him to the vehicle that will be taking him to his 'new home'.

"Congratulations Mr. Park Jimin! You've won your third case as an independent lawyer." Said a voice behind me. Yoongi hyung and I turned around to see a lawyer from a rival firm grin at me.

"Thank you Mark." I replied briefly and rose to leave the court premises. "I'll take your leave now, please excuse me." I added, bowing, not wanting to seem arrogant.

Yoongi hyung, however, had stopped outside the courtroom to chat with Mark.

Mark Wang was an American lawyer practicing in Seoul, he was a fair lawyer. I just didn't have the energy to befriend someone like him. I suspected that he had dealings with the other case Yoongi hyung and I were working on.

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I just finished my meeting with a client and drove out of his office parking lot when I noticed an odd, yet unmarked, Mercedes Benz following me in the review mirror.

Not thinking too much of it, I drove towards the local shopping plaza where I had arranged for my next meeting with a lead on the confidential case hyung and I were working on.

And when I saw the same Mercedes following me close behind. I recognized the driver. He was Korean. And just the sight of his face had brought back unpleasant memories.

The man changed lanes and attempted to push me off the road.

"What the fuck is wrong with this numb nut?"

"He certainly didn't deserve that name... He wasn't the slightest bit elite."

"Such a sour puss." I huffed out. Then swerved hard in his direction, shoving him off the road.

I heard his car screech and tumble down the bushes on the other side of the road, where there were wild brambles and thorn trees grown to prevent criminals from hiding in the shadows on that side of the road.

But just then, my car's engine ceased, clearly having had enough excitement for one evening.

"Guess I'll have to postpone that meeting with Mr. Park, my uncle surely will understand. Right?"

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Hoseok's POV

Haneul was sitting next to me. And I was conscious of her body next to mine.

My wound hurt, but thankfully the pain had dulled with the help of Dr. Min. She is brilliant.

According to Dr. Min, the cut wasn't as deep as we had initially anticipated, which meant that I'd heal before my wedding day and I could take my fiance out for a proper date before Namjoon has his date with Haneul.

I turned to face her and she turned to meet my eyes. There was an unspoken understanding that passed between us. I love that about her, even though she may not remember everything about us after her accident, she still reacts instinctively. Traces of her memories surfaced.

So far, from what Jin hyung, Yoongi hyung and I have noticed, Haneul has been getting more headaches, but she hides them from us. We asked Dr. Min for advice, but she just smiled at us saying that "a woman is stronger than we will ever understand."

Presently, Haneul smiled at me, and squeezed my hand that she was still holding on to from earlier.

"Ahem..." Yoongi hyung cleared his throat, blinking twice at me.

"Sorry hyung, what did you say?" I grinned sheepishly at my older cousin.

"We were discussing what it was these people might need from Haneul. If there's anything her parents left her that might be of value to these goons." Yoongi hyung explained, a seriousness in his eyes told me he didn't appreciate me getting distracted.

"Yoongi... I- I think I might have a few books and a diary of my parents'. But there isn't much in it. Just random books on poetry and history." Haneul said delicately, looking away from me to face each of my cousins as she spoke.

"We suspect there's something, perhaps a code, a formula or an additional will that your parents might have left you in secret. Does any of this sound familiar to you Haneul? Maybe your parents would have hinted at these books?" Jungkook looked over at Haneul seriously, the attorney in him unable to control himself as he questioned our fianceé.

Haneul swallowed, her eyes wide like a doe as she shifted in her seat.
"There was something my mother used to say." She stared at the bookshelf behind Yoongi hyung.

We all stared at her expectantly, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought, the six of us waited with baited breath. Her eyes were closed in thought, long lashes brushing her cheeks as she blinked in deep thought.

The room was silent.

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right." She quoted from the famous English poem.

"Do not go gentle into that good night." Namjoon muttered, a smile playing on his lips.

"Dylan Thomas' famous poem. It's one of my favourites." Taehyung said, a smile gracing his lips too.

Not being much of a poetry fan, I didn't quite get the importance of the poem. And then it hit me.

"The trigger." I blurted out, my eyes widening with understanding.
"Halmoni's trigger." I repeated, looking at Yoongi hyung. He nodded silently in agreement, the weight of these words settling in.

When we were in school, Halmoni had set a trigger word to signal to us if there was any trouble with the school's bully - this trigger word, fate had it, was taken from this very poem.

"Rage against the bullying in our school, boys. Look out for that trigger word of mine. It might someday prove useful to you." She exclaimed one afternoon as we were all gathered around her desk in the principal's office

What were the chances!

Haneul studied each of us quietly, processing her thoughts.

"I remember reading that poem recently. It was the day before my birthday. But something was odd about the page of the book." She shrugged.

"What was odd about the page Haneul?" Namjoon hyung pressed, sitting on Yoongi hyung's left across us, his hands resting in his knees as he bent forwards with interest.

"It was thicker than the rest of the pages in the book... As if two pages were glued together. Perhaps con-" She stopped, understanding dawning as her eyes widened.

It concealed something alright. But we couldn't take a chance and have our fianceé say this out loud. We knew what was inside that book. That tiny piece of paper would change everything once we got hold of that last piece of evidence.

Halmoni was a huge help. She knew everything and planned in advance.

The room's temperature dropped. Yoongi hyung became scarily serious, his eyes darkened as he uncrossed legs to sit forwards in his seat.

"Haneul, first, you need to move in with us." Yoongi hyung instructed calmly in his deep voice.
"Then, we will have the police comb through your flat." He added.

"Bu- but I can't just move in with, wait- How many of you?" Haneul sputtered.
She was cute when she got all flustered like that.

Everyone else in the room stiffened as she asked the question. We knew what would happen if she lived with all of us. But, I guess it was inevitable.

After all, Haneul was soon to marry all seven of us.

"You can. And you will. We need you to be safe and you're safest with us." Yoongi hyung said to her with finality.

Haneul's beet red face met Yoongi hyung's.

"Okay, then." She sighed defeatedly. She was so cute when she got shy around us.

"Hmmm... Much better sweetheart. Hoseok will take you to your flat to collect your things. You'll be living with the three of us." Yoongi hyung smiled now, his eyes clearly indicated that he enjoyed toying with our fianceé.

Something had happened between them earlier. He mentioned that he had to stay over again at her flat last night. Lucky bastard.

"Hobi, Haneul will be in the room opposite yours. Try to exercise some self control, okay?" Hyung raised an eyebrow at me pointedly.

I blinked back at him innocently. I haven't even kissed Haneul yet.

"But Yoongi hyung... didn't you stay over at Haneul's flat twice now?" Taehyung teased our cousin. "That isn't fair. The sexual tension between you two is more obvious than the blush on Haneul's face."

"Someone really needs to fill me in on what's happening. I go out on one case... One case, and I miss out on so much!" Jimin muttered irritably in the corner of the room.

He's been taking on more cases recently and hasn't been around the office much either...

I can imagine his pain.

Haneul is ours. And she's going to be living with us now...

'God above, help us.' I breathed.
The temptation was unbearable.

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Haneul's POV

The poetry book had something important concealed in it. My mother always hinted at it, but I was never really interested in family politics to care at the time.

She used to quote that line in the poem to me as often as possible, especially in the months that preceded her death.

"Let's go angel. I have a feeling if you stay in Yoongi hyung's line of sight for a minute longer, he'll probably keep you all to himself all day." Hosoek whispered into my ear playfully.

The weight of his words, however, sank in and immediately created a mini pool between my legs.

Not this again.

Why now?

I ground my teeth in irritation, smiling to hide my discomfort at my own body rebelling against me. I won't let these two sinfully sexy men win.

Argh... And Hosoek is taking me home now... Great. I need to exercise a stronger resolve. He's too tempting.

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Ten minutes later
Hoseok's car

Hoseok grinned broadly at me as he glanced at my way, guessing at the brewing storm in my mind.

We were on the way to my flat, but I hadn't said a word since I left Yoongi's office. My mind was reeling. I couldn't get the vivid thoughts of myself riding Yoongi and then Hoseok out of my head. It was so real, almost as if it really happened before.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Yoongi in the eyes when he hugged me just now.

And then Namjoon's hand had accidentally brushed against my breast. He apologized, but of course, I didn't hold it against him. His fingers brushed past as he let go of me in a quick goodbye hug as we left the office.

And then there was Taehyung's laugh and Jimin's deep voice as they said their goodbyes to me in the parking lot.

It didn't help the throbbing ache that formed in my core.

I think I should thank my lucky stars that Jungkook with his sinful lip piercing and tattoos had to leave before Yoongi adjourned our meeting. Just the thought of it though, aroused me even further.

'Fuck this! I had seven hot men around me and a wedding coming up. Now I have to live with three of them. And with the two that somehow turn me on by just existing in the same room as me!' I bit my lip.

Hoseok chuckled as he changed gears, slowing the vehicle down. He tapped his fingers along to the song on the radio, an unconscious habit no doubt, but it felt like he was teasing me.

Why are his long fingers turning me on?

'This isn't funny.' I clenched my jaws and closed my eyes tight.

"Don't stress angel. We won't force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. We're men, not boys." He said gently, easing the tension in my head.

My shoulders automatically relaxed and I rested my head against the back of the car seat just as he pulled over at the parallel parking across from my building.

'Fuck it. I'll see where this goes.
I trust them.' I sighed out.

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"I like how cosy your flat is. I didn't realise just how cute it is when I stopped by yesterday before our date." Hoseok says softly, holding my waist from behind as I packed a suitcase.

"Thank you, hunny." I replied quietly, distracted by the thoughts in my head coupled by the list of things I needed to take with me. I didn't want to start something as we couldn't afford any distractions.

Yoongi advised we make quick work of this. Hobi helped me gather my bags, then he passed me things until he got distracted with holding my waist.

"So... Who else lives with Yoongi? He mentioned it's just the three of you. Who's the third person? And whose house is it?" I asked, trying to change the topic.

"Hmm... well, Yoongi hyung owns the house, but Jungkook and I live with him. Jimin also used to live with us for a while after we completed our service in the military; but he decided to move back in with his parents. They wanted him to move in as the next owner of the house, to take responsibility and all that." He explained.

Jungkook also lives with them!?

I'm definitely going to combust from all this pent up sexual tension and die.

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Jin's POV

Haneul.

I whispered her name out like a prayer.

My Haneul...

I'll finally get to see her today. She didn't know about my accident until now. I didn't want her worrying over me while she was trying to acclimate to dating Yoongi and Hoseok.
We needed to be smart. We shared a fiancée and while it was twisted and weird in one way, it was also something that most people secretly wanted.

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My parents were happy with Halmoni's proposal all those years ago. I remember my eighteen year old self peaking my head into the drawing room out of curiosity at seeing my principal at my house and overheard their conversation.

"Haneul needs to marry all seven of the Min cousins. That is the only way to protect both families from the storm." I heard Halmoni say in her firm yet loving voice.
"Well, that sets my heart at ease principal Kim." My mother breathed out, relief flooded her. She looked more calm now since Halmoni had explained her plan to them.

"It does? How so? I had expected you to protest against the idea, my dear." Halmoni smiled in relief.
"Well, I always worry that my sons would have to marry one day, like any mother would, and I was concerned about them not getting along because of the way we split their inheritance. It was done before Taehyung's birth by his grandparents. So, if they all are to marry Haneul, this puts my mind at ease." My mother laughed lightly.

My father nodded in agreement, voicing his opinion as well.
"Yes, principal Kim, I agree with my wife. My parents wanted each of them to get equal rights to the properties and businesses we own. So having one daughter-in-law makes sense." He added.

'Huh? We were going to marry the principal's granddaughter, Haneul?' I thought excitedly. By then I already liked Haneul, even though she was at least five years younger than me and my brothers and cousins liked her too.

I slowly left the area, not wanting the elders to know that I had overheard their conversation.

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I blinked the memory away.

It was finally happening. We were eleven days away from marrying Haneul.

"Such a handsome smile." I heard a female's voice.
No, it wasn't just any woman. It was my Haneul!

She was sitting on the edge of my hospital bed, beaming at me. Her eyes however, were shining bright.

She was crying on her way over here.

"I hate tears, Haneul." I smiled at her, wiping away the tears that freely fell now that she hugged me.

"You sound like that Bollywood actor." She mumbled into my chest, still hiding her tears.

"Well, I was quoting him. But why is my fiancée crying? Were the others troubling you while I've been locked in here?" I asked her playfully.

Haneul looked up at me, shaking her head.

"I just can't bear to see you in a hospital bed. Please take care of yourself oppa." She sniffed, completely pulling herself away from my chest and studying my arm which was in a cast.

"It's nothing too serious, my Angel. Dr. Min had suggested I have my arm in a cast to avoid any damage. But I didn't fracture or break anything. It's just a small sprain." I assured her.

A small smile appeared on her luscious lips as she studied me, somehow concluding that she can see no other physical damage.

"Okay, good." She whispered and pressed a kiss to my mouth.

Taken aback, I opened my mouth in surprise... But Haneul ceased this as a chance to deepen our kiss. She expertly slid her tongue between my lips, brushing her tongue against my own, then sucking on my bottom lip and teasing me once more with her tongue running over my lips.

I was frozen in this moment. Haneul had somehow managed to turn me on with a single kiss.
I kissed her back, hungry for contact with her. I raked my fingers through her hair, which caused her to moan against my lips.

Ssi-bal... I'd forgotten we're in a hospital! And I'd successfully acquired a huge hard-on.

Great.

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Haneul's POV

20 minutes later...

Hoseok and I made it out of my flat in time. Jungkook was parked next to us, waiting for us to leave so that he could enter the flat with the police.

The confusion that passed over the faces of my neighbours is something I won't easily forget. One of them was bold enough to stop Taehyung's mother, who was the head of the department.
The look my future mother-in-law had given that nosy woman was satisfying.

Of course I only saw the viral videos later that evening. But it was certainly worth watching!

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We made it in time for visiting hours at 1 pm. The eldest of my seven fiances had thankfully only sustained minor sprains. Dr. Min was a miracle doctor.

I don't know how she managed.

Hoseok allowed me to speak to Jin alone. I pecked his cheek at his thoughtfulness.
"You go ahead, Angel. I'll give you some alone time with Jin hyung. I just need to check in with Dr. Min about my stitches. I don't want any surprises when we go out later." Hoseok smiled at me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
He pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead then nodded for me to go into Jin's hospital room.

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Jin sat up in his bed, staring into space. There was a sad look in his eyes.

I tried to hold back my tears when I saw him like that. But after the stress from last night, and the struggle with controlling my emotions all day, I felt myself crying in front of Jin.

And then something inside me snapped. I kissed him the way I'd been longing to kiss him, since the day I had my first kiss with him.

I didn't mean to kiss Jin so erotically. But I missed him so much. It happened so fast. One minute I sat at the edge of his bed, asking him if he was alright.

The next thing I knew, I was straddling him in his hospital bed. And then I felt him pressing against me.

I blame Yoongi. It's his fault.
He unleashed a hungry she-demon inside me. And now I wanted to kiss my fiances, acting on my wanton thoughts. It was so hard to control my actions around them.

'Uh-oh... I need to be more mindful of my fiances.' I chided myself.
Jin was still in hospital. I was behaving as if I wouldn't see him again.

"Sorry about that." I grinned at him sheepishly.

"Well... I can't say that I'm okay. But I'm glad that you're the reason." Jin blushed.

I climbed off him just in time. Hoseok just entered the room as I sat on the chair beside his bed.

"Hyung, are you alright?" He asked Jin, his eyes shifting from Jin's grimace to his left arm.

"Ye- yeah. Just you know how hard it gets when you're in a hospital for longer than 24 hours." Jin grinned looking away from me.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes in thought and then laughed at his cousin's joke.

"And you, all sewn up? I heard Jimin was also targeted." Jin asked dryly. He clearly has had enough of this.

"Yes hyung, I'm taking Haneul out for dinner tonight. Oh and she's moving in with Yoongi hyung, Jungkook and me." Hoseok explained, filling Jin in on the plan.

"Good. It's safer. Maybe you can come and stay with me for a few days too?" Jin winked at me.

At this rate, I was going to pop my cherry just sitting in the same room as these men!

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Hoseok's POV

We finally arrived at the house I shared with Yoongi hyung and Jungkook.

It was a neat, five bedroom, house about twenty minutes away from the hospital. I parked the car in my parking bay and jumped out to open the door for Haneul.

She's so beautiful. I want to kiss her. But we haven't had our first kiss yet.
This dress looks so good on her, I can't help thinking about taking it off her...

Calm down Hoseok. She's not ready yet.

You saw how flustered she still gets around your cousins. Kissing makes her so shy!

Breathe.

But that didn't help the situation, instead, it made things worse.

Ahh fuck. Things just had to go and get harder than they should have...

I still have a whole date planned with her. Luckily she didn't notice it before. But she might notice it now...

I have to get my mind off sex. It's as if that's all the seven of us can think of now that Haneul is back in our lives! Just the other day Jimin and Jungkook admitted to having the same problem.
Poor guys have to wait a while before they take her on a date too...

Why does this have to be this way...???

I sucked it up, as I ushered my fianceé up the stone steps and onto the patio at the front of our humble home. I punched in the key code to let us in as she took in her surroundings.
There was a pool to our right and a series of potted plants around the front door step that Jungkook and I liked to tend to on our days off. We had flowers growing on trellises that lined the patio, creating a partition from the rest of the garden. Above, Yoongi hyung had installed an extension of the roof to create the perfect sheltered patio.

We had a home, and now it felt complete having Haneul live with us.

"Welcome home, Haneul!" I smile at her, placing an arm around her waist.

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A/n:
For those interested in the poem mentioned above, you can try this link:

https://poets.org/poem/do-not-go-gentle-good-night

The poem is titled: Do not go gentle into that good night.

Poet: Dylan Thomas

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