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⚠️ Trigger warnings

(Lewd) and Intimate scenes

Strong Language

Abusive past

Flashback

Banter

Smut

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Haneul's POV

I opened my eyes to find Hosoek still asleep, his arms protectively wrapped around me. As I shifted, I realised we were still... connected.

I felt him move, his eyes fluttered open and an instant bright smile formed on his beautiful face.

"Morning Ne Sarang." He murmured, nuzzling closer.

I felt his member move deeper, sending a thrill of fireworks through me. Hoseok's lips kissed my neck, a low moan escaped him.

"Ho- Hoseok." I moaned loudly, the man was enjoying torturing me like this.

His tongue teased my breasts, while his member barely moved inside me. I was almost on the verge of euphoria, I needed a release. But my crafty fiance chuckled at my reaction, slowly pulling out, and pushing back in.

"Faster Hosoek." I begged, completely at his mercy.

"Mmm... maybe I want to keep you all to myself just a little longer." He growled into my ear.

Ssi-bal, I think I'm coming just at the sound of his voice purring in my ear.

"Don't you- have- work later?" I panted, sitting up a little, balancing my weight on my elbows. This shift was dangerous, I could feel myself falling over the edge. But I didn't care.

"Mmm... Nope. We're free for the next month or so." He breathed, his lips grazing my jawline and then my shoulders.

A small shiver ran down my spine.

"Hmm... Perhaps I should do this..." I whispered, rolled him over. I managed it, but only because I took him by surprise. "Okay, okay. You got me." He chuckled, his hands raised in surrender.

"Shhhh... Yoongi would probably be up by now. And so would Jungkook." I reminded him, covering his mouth with my hand.

Then I bent over him to kiss his lips, his jawline and his bare chest. I ran my tongue over a nipple, grinning at him as a deep moan escaped his throat.

Two could play at that.

"It's already- eight o'clock- darling. They're probably gone- to the office- or the wedding venue." He panted, eyeing me as he interlinked our fingers. My lips formed an 'O' in realisation as I sat back, his dick still pressing against me.

"Yes, so I've got you all to myself for the rest of the morning!" He hummed in satisfaction, his deep voice was so sexy.

I felt myself clenching around him, his eyes darkened with desire. Before I knew it, Hosoek became more serious and gripped my hips.

"I'm going to give you what you want." Hoseok rasped in my ear, gently pulling out, then rolled me onto my stomach so that I was on all fours and gripped my hips from behind.

"Be a good little kitten for me and spread your legs." He whispered in my ear. My eyes widened in surprise but my body complied with my dominating fiance.

Hosoek gently entered me from behind, the sensation seemingly more intense, more exciting. His hands firmly gripped my breasts as we worked together to fall into the waves of pleasure we waited for.

"Mmm... Hosoek, you're so good." I purred, feeling myself floating as the wave of pleasure ebbed.

"Anything for you, babygirl." He pressed a kiss to my neck, my shoulders. I turned to hold him and we both fell into a deep sleep in his bed.

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It was now after nine in the morning. Hosoek and I finally woke up, deciding to get some breakfast. It felt good to be in his arms. We hadn't spent much time since our engagement, so I waited up all night for him to return from the office.

On the previous night, after Jin had brought me home, Hosoek had waited for me in my room while I showered. I emerged in my pyjamas and cuddled him close, falling asleep on his chest as we talked about our day.

I spent the entire day with Jimin yesterday; which I'd say was a day well spent with my other fiance. We drove to the hotel that my Halmoni had specified as the venue for our wedding in her will, as we needed to confirm the decor and colour scheme for our big day.

After that, Jimin and I drove to the beach where we spent the rest of the day walking around in the water, talking about what we'd like to do for our honeymoon.

Jimin and I had also spent some time at a restaurant, where we tried out their Napolitano pasta with a glass of wine. This was something new for me, considering I don't usually drink alcohol. But I felt comfortable with my fiances, now that I've regained my memories.

And there was something else too. Something about the red wine that had me recalling the meeting we had in Yoongi's office the day I moved in with them.

It was the poem Halmoni had taught us during an English lesson. She usually took us for English literature and taught us fascinating poems - even though I was a grade below Jungkook, I still made sure to keep up with my friends.

It was a Friday afternoon, and the sun shone bright outside, smiling at everyone as if tempting us out from our classrooms. Halmoni, or principal Kim as everyone addressed her, stood tall at the chalkboard, her greying hair was cut short and neatly framed face. She wore court heels and pastel coloured stockings, which wasn't very surprising for her age which she'd paired with a tailored lilac suit that was in immaculate condition - even though I knew she'd had that suit for years. Pearls decorated her neck and the left wrist she raised to write across the board behind her.

And in that moment, she seemed very much alive in my memory.

"Remember class, everyone has someone they need to stand up to. Standing up to someone is not a bad thing. Even if that someone is your own family." She smiled poised and polished, a graceful beauty at the age of fifty seven.

"Principal Kim?" Someone behind me raised their hand.

"Yes, Joon-ki?" Halmoni arched an eyebrow at her grandson, and my cousin.

"What if we aren't able to stand up to the person? What if they're so scary that we can't bring ourselves to stand up to them? What if -" But my cousin's words were cut off, probably because he became conscious that he'det on too much.

Joon-ki, at the tender age of ten, had confided in me that his parents were scolding him, forcing him to avoid me. There was a time when my cousin and I were extremely close. A time when we'd go to the park together to play on the swings.

But then one day, his parents had simply stopped visiting. They also stopped him from talking to me at school. And Joon-ki's attitude towards me has changed a lot. He even became a bully.

Additionally, to my horror, he often picked Jimin to be the victim of his bullying. It wasn't easy for me to witness and even though I'd tried to defend Jimin in his absence and Jimin usually defended himself when confronted; Joon-ki would only go back later to pick up where he'd left off.

Jimin of course, had a fitting answer each time. And there was a single event that had ended the incessant bullying my cousin had rained down on him. It was a well-timed prank that definitely earned him respect at school.

Halmoni was impressed, although she hadn't said that out loud. But she didn't reprimanded him like I'd feared, so I felt at ease. I never addressed her about it.

And I never admitted to liking any of my fiances at school. It's a miracle how my grandmother had figured it out.

"Well, Joon-ki..." Halmoni pursed her lips, knowing where this was going. We all knew, but we couldn't step in. My uncle and aunt weren't talking to us. And they made it clear that we should keep our noses out of their business.

You see, there was tension between our families and no one wanted to tell me why. All I ever got from Halmoni was "Someday it will all make sense and you will have to be ready when it does."

My father refused to discuss anything about his twin brother with any of us - including my Halmoni; and my mother assured me that everything will be alright in the end.

"... In that case, my boy, you'd need to stand up to yourself first. Only then would you be able to stand up to the people who oppress you." Her eyes stared at my cousin, piercing through his.

I opened my eyes to find myself back in my seat next to Hosoek. His arms wrapped around my waist and his face was creased with concern for me.

"Is everything alright sweetheart?"

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Taehyung's POV

Haneul and I had a secret.

I stole her away from my hyung for about fifteen minutes. She passed by my room on her way back from using the bathroom in his room.

"Quick, in here." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into my room.

"Yes, Tae?" She asked, a perfectly manicured eyebrow cocked sexily up at me. I closed the door to my room and turned to face my gorgeous fiancée.

She was here with Jin hyung. They got their wedding garments fitted today.

'Ugh... That means I won't see her until the wedding day.' I sulked.

"Nothing, except... I just wanted to do this." I murmured, pulling her into my arms and pressing my lips to hers.

It was a secret, a stolen kiss before she went home. My lips found hers hungrily, drinking her in. There is so much I want to share with her. So many emotions I am feeling right now, in this moment.

I conveyed it all through my lips as they slid over hers. Catching hold of her bottom lip, I sucked on it; my arms tightening possessively around her waist.

Haneul sighed into our kiss, and I ceased this opportunity to slide my tongue over hers; just a light brush, emphasizing how I missed her. Falling over the edge of temptation, I deepened the kiss, my fingers snaking their way into her untied hair.

"Tae..." She murmured. "I love you." Haneul grabbed fistfuls of my shirt.

"I love you too, Haneul." I whispered back.

I need her now. But my brother was looking for her, he had to take her home. I laughed at the irony of our situation, we're all engaged to her. And yet, here I am, pulling her into my room to steal a kiss like a teenager.

"I wish we did this back in highschool." She pouted at me, playing with the black silk tie still hanging around my neck.

Gosh, she's such a fucking tease. I could feel my dick harden with that simple, innocent touch from her.

"But then Halmoni would have found us out. Or Jimin hyung would have seen us." I grinned at her, holder her tight in my arms.

I didn't want to let go of her just yet.

"Do you think you can pick me up tomorrow at five o'clock?" She asked, the innocence that were in her eyes now gone, replaced by a burning desire in her hazel brown eyes.

"Yes." I breathed, nuzzling her neck, my resolve slowly melting away.

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As promised, at five o'clock in ten afternoon, I picked my fiancée up from her bakery. She'd been with Jimin hyung for most of the day but had to stop by her shop to check in on her two members of staff.

One of them smiled, greeting me, while the other smiled and went to the back to bring out some trays of freshly baked scones. They smelled so good.

I was just about to buy some of the cakes I knew my hyungs liked, when Haneul emerged from the back of the store carrying a heavy tray of goodies.

"Haneul!" I scolded, taking the tray away from her and leaving it where the intern gestured for me to place it. "You shouldn't be overworking yourself."

"I'm fine Tae. Trust me. I just had a new idea for some cupcakes and I had to jot the recipe down before I got away." She grinned at me sheepishly, innocently twisting her fingers.

I'm glad I came to the bakery. Nevermind the fact that I was about to steal my fiancée away from my hyungs for a few hours. I'm sure they'd be glad I was here to stop her from straining herself.

Oesungmo would scold us if she happened to see Haneul exerting herself in the bakery. Dr. Min, our uncle's wife, had given us all clear instructions to be careful that our fiancée didn't exert herself owing the the fact that she's only recently recovered from her condition.

Hearing this, the seven of us had argued that we should postpone the wedding by at least a month, to ensure that our fiancée would have some time adjust and settle into her new business. Oesungmo, however, advised that we stick to the current plan and have the wedding first.

According to her, the wedding is 'the final part of the treatment', which didn't sit well with me, and would ensure that our fiancée is back to her 'old-self'. Of course I questioned this. But Dr. Min had some psychological explanation to support this, which was when the seven of us calmed down.

I see it now. She's so much more confident than she was just two weeks ago. The treatment is working. And the final 'I do' will seal the deal. That's why the wedding is so important, especially for Haneul and I.

She has memories related to us talking about getting married. Memories that include me proposing to her with a candy ring when we were younger. All of these memories are linked to important events.

Or so Dr. Min advised.

My only concern is my fiancée's health. And that is the main reason I'm here today. (Also because I'm dying without being able to see her until our wedding day.)

After almost wrestling Haneul out of her bakery and nearly carrying her out of there (I'm not exaggerating this), we sped off to my house to spend the rest of the afternoon together.

This is the part I don't ever want my hyungs to find out about... The part where Haneul and I got lost in our little bubble of passion.

If any of them asked, Haneul's excuse was that she was at the bakery until late and I was at the office until after ten o'clock. Because after we woke up from our nap, I dropped her off at home and sped off for the office, knowing that my brothers would be on the way home from court.

Namjoon hyung had a case and Jin hyung went along to support him.

So no one would ever find out.

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Jimin's POV

Yesterday, Haneul and I got to spend a lot of time together.

I surprised her at six o' clock in the morning, and since Yoongi hyung and Hosoek hyung were usually up at the time, they let me in. After Yoongi hyung and I made breakfast, Haneul and I ate with the hyungs and left for our first appointment for the day.

But after confirming things at the wedding venue, things took a secretive turn for us. In the spur of the moment, I grabbed my fiancée's arm and pulled her into a side room, adjacent to the main hall.

Usually these rooms were equipped with a bed and some furniture to aid the bride and groom; and their entourage, in preparing for the wedding. But I had a different idea for us today.

"Jimin where are we going?" My little fiancée innocently asked me.

"Shhh..." I placed a finger over her lips, pressing her to a wall. "They'll hear us."

This seemed to have ignited a flame of excitement in her eyes. "Is my little kitten excited?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded emphatically, tugging on my shirt to pull me closer.

"I want you Jimin." She whispered against my lips, teasing me with her small hands running up my shirt.

Minx.

I pressed forwards into the kiss, capturing her face with both my palms. It felt so good to have her in my arms. I almost asked her to pinch me - just to see if I was dreaming.

"Why don't we sit down." I murmured against her lips. "Yes- yes, let's do that." She stammered.

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To be continued...

A/n: Hi guys!

I decided to add a portion of Tae's side to tie up any loose ends. You'll see more of this happening as I reach the end of the story.

The draft version about Tae is published as a bonus chapter however, note that the time they meet and some events in the draft will differ from this chapter. If you haven't seen what transpired between Tae and Haneul yet, check out "Tae's Way" at the end of the book.

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