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✔I Love...(2) | Namkook

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    When you had met the Kim family, you had only been surprised.

     Your first question, was how between seven boys, there were a total of five different last names.

    "Namjoon, Taehyung, and Seokjin are his biological sons. The rest are adopted." Dal leans over, easing your plaguing thoughts from your head.

     "That's...odd. Do all of them have claims?" You whisper back, scooting closer to your elder brother's tall and broad form. His coat smelled of cologne and faintly of aftershave. Dal was dressed to impress, despite having no part to play in the decision of which son you were to wed. You too, were dressed nicer than usual; in a blood red dress that hugged your body, but kept you modest enough, with the hem stopping jusy below mid-thigh.

     "In essense, I suppose, yes. Though it's Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung who have the best shot at claiming the company in its entirety." Dal replies, his breath rich with the aftertaste of mint toothpaste.

    "(Y/n), come here." Your father's voice says calmly, gesturing with his middle and index finger. You swallow, parting from the safety of Dal's side, and taking your place at your father's side.

    Mr. Kim immediately leans forward, eyeing you. His aged brown eyes stare at you, looking at you but as if he wasn't actually seeing you.

    "Boys!" He shouts suddenly, leaning back into his own armchair. "Come here. We have guests." He says, smiling at your father and mother with an unreadable look in his eyes.

    Almost immediately, seven pairs of feet decend down the stairs, bringing with them childish exchanhes of words.

    "Taehyung stop touching me!"

    "Jungkook just kicked me!"

    "It was Hoseok's fault!"

    "All of you shut up!" One deep voice silences them all. The thunderimg footsteps cease to calm, formation-like steps as seven boys enter the room.

    Each of them were distinctively different. Each of them with their own certain features that distinguished them. One was skinnier, with drooped eyes and turned-downward, pouty lips that almost insinuated boredom.

    Another was tall, with kind eyes and lips that looked made for smiling, but were pursed to a thin, almost-relaxed line.

    Yet, all of them had one thing in common.

     Each, equally breathtakingly handsome.

    "Boys, this is the Hira family. They run a large portion of Korea, so show your respect." Mr. Kim introduces, closing his eyes in mock relaxation.

     "It's a pleasure, sir and ma'am." One of them bows, thereby queing the rest to bow in a full 90° angle.

    "Hey, you're Hira (Y/n), right? The famous solo artist?" One of them blurts suddenly, earning a sudden smack by tje broad-shouldered and wide-eyed one.