Standing in front of the home you had known since forever felt intimidating to say the least. The last couple of times you had been in the house, it was spent having panic attacks and running away from your parents. You were worried about how things were going to go this time around, but the heavyweight resting within your palm made you feel like you could conquer everything.

"You ready for this?" You heard Yeosang ask you, hand squeezing your own.

"Who's ever ready for marriage talk?" You snorted.

"I'm going to be there the whole time." He spoke, moving in front of you. "I promise you." He whispered, rubbing his thumb along your hand.

"I'm not worried about you, Yeo." You sighed.

"We'll take it slow." He began to move towards your home. "Should things go wrong, I'll take you out of there."

You gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you."

The tight feeling in your chest got worse the closer you got to the front door. Your hand squeezed Yeosang's causing the boy to look back at you. He gave you a reassuring smile, knocking on the door.

Your mother was quick to answer, a small smile on her face. She moved to the side, allowing both of you to walk in.

"You're home, (Y/N)." She spoke up.

"Hi, mom." You nodded your head. Yeosang gave his own greeting, your mother acknowledging him as well.

You watched as she shuffled towards the dining room, the rest of your family waiting. You brothers were sitting at the table, waiting for your mother to bring out the food. Your sister was already bringing out the side dishes, giving you a smile as she passed by.

"Would you like some help?" You asked, looking at your mom.

"No, not at all." She waved you off, pointing to the chairs. "Take a seat. We are just about done." She placed her hands on your shoulders, wanting you to listen.

Yeosand moved your chair to help you sit, taking the spot to the right of you. Your youngest brother sat to your left, eyes on Yeosang. The 6-year-old had his lips pursed waiting for someone to speak up.

"Hello. My name is Yeosang." The boy finally broke the silence, looking at your three siblings.

Your oldest brother, who was 20, kept his arms crossed as he gave you both a dark stare. Your sister gave Yeosang a kind smile and a nod of her head. The youngest only kicked his legs as he watched Yeosang.

"My older brother told me not to like you because you took (Y/N) away from us." He said.

"(B/N)!" Your sister hissed, poking at the little boy next to you. "He didn't take (Y/N) away from us. He's just marrying her."

Your mother had come out with the main course at that point, lips sealed tight to keep from making a face. You looked down, feeling your fathers stare on you.

"I don't wish to do that." Yeosang told your little brother. "She is your sister first and I shall respect that."

Your mother gave Yeosang a warm smile, thinking about how he must be treating you. Your father only sighed, looking down at his plate. They all knew that Yeosang was a kind boy, he wouldn't do anything that would put your reputation in shambles.

"Let's have dinner then, shall we." Your mother began.

Dinner went along normally, with small talk here and there. Most of it was from your youngest brother asking Yeosang what it was like to work at the hotel or what kind of things they liked. He seemed to enjoy the older man, which made you smile at how excitable he got as dinner progressed.

Once everyone had finished, your sister and mother had both gotten up to take the plates to wash. You had gotten up as well, moving to help them.

"Allow me to help." You tried to take the plates from your sister.

"No need." She told you. She glanced behind her at your father, giving you a tight lip smile. "You should probably stay. Good luck."

You took in a deep sigh, moving to sit back down. Your mother was quick to come out, sitting next at your father's side. Your older brother had taken your youngest brother out of the room in order for you all to talk.

"How was your rest? I hope good." Your mother tried to start.

"We're done." Your dad spoke up. "Why are you here, Yeosang?" He asked. "Wasn't this all just a lie to get me to let go of (Y/N)? It's done– it's over with. You don't need to continue." He stressed out.

"On the contrary, I do." Yeosang responded. "I have asked (Y/N) to marry me a few days ago. I know this is not the right way to go about things, but times are changing."

"Is this true?" Your father turned to face you, but you avoided his eyes. "Why?" He looked back at Yeosang.

"I'm sorry?" Yeosang suddenly frowned. "Are you asking me why I want to marry your daughter?" He asked. When your father only gave him a pointed stare, Yeosang decided to continue.

"As her parents, you should know her more than anyone else." He began. "I admire her because she's strong headed and has an amazing personality. I refuse to believe no man has ever wanted to conquer her."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you listened to him. Your hands clenched onto your skirts as his words seemed to make your heart soar. You would never have guessed anyone would talk about you the way Yeosang was.

"A selfless person. Someone who will take action if it means saving others first." He looked at you smiling as you both knew what he meant. "She will worry about the well-being of those she cares about with all her heart. Even when they don't deserve it, she'll always show mercy. And because of those things, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever got the chance to know."

Your hand reached out to grab onto Yeosang's, tears welling in your eyes. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, you worried he could hear it.

"You haven't said anything." Your father turned to you. "That's not like you."

"You're my parents and I respect you." You took a deep breath. "But I cannot stand to look at you after you accused me of such nasty rumors." You looked at Yeosang, a dreamy smile on your face. "I don't care if you say I can't marry Yeosang. I'm an adult and I want to be with him."

Your mother's lips pulled up into a smile as she watched you look at Yeosang. He had such a soft look that made your mother think about when your father had looked at her that way. Yeosang cared deeply for you, that much was obvious. And it seemed as though your father could see it as well.

"I need time to think." Your father sighed.

"We'll be on our way then." You nodded your head at your parents. "We'll see you in the morning. Tell the others I said goodnight."

"Goodnight ma'am. Sir." Yeosang bowed his head, holding out his hand. Your father hesitantly shook his hand, but bowed his head as well.

With a goodbye hug to your mother, Yeosang waited for you at the bottom of the porch before placing a hand at the bottom of your back. As you reached the edge of the forest where Yeosang had left the horse, you let go of a choked sob. Turning to Yeosang, you quickly wrapped your arms around his middle, feeling him pull you closer.

"It's okay." Yeosang kissed the top of your head. "You did amazing." He whispered.

You sniffled, looking up at him. "Did you mean it? All those things in there—did you mean it?"

"We all do." Yeosang moved to hold your cheeks between his hands. "It's what we think of you, and it's what we always will. You've left such an impression on us, we can't let you go. We just want to see you happy."

"Even if it's not just you?" You asked.

"They are my brothers in every life we live. I will never give them up and they will do the same. If we have to share you, it's not a problem—we will always stick together."

He spoke about all the other boys as well. You had your doubts about the whole ordeal, but every time it was brought up, each one of the boys seemed to always bring up the others. They knew what it was you were feeling before you even did. They were a family that worked well together. That's why they knew what to tell you.

"Kiss me." You whispered.

And so he did. Yeosang leaned down, lightly placing his lips to yours. He knew that you had asked him for it, but he wanted to allow you to lean further into him. He wanted you to have a strong need for him to hold you. Not only that, but he was asking you to enter his own territory. He kissed like Mingi; however, he knew what he was doing. It was sweet, like he wanted you to feel every emotion through his skin.

One of his hands moved from your cheek down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As you moved to lock your arms behind his neck, Yeosang placed his hands around you, pushing you up further. You let out a moan from the squeeze, causing him to chuckle into your mouth.

He leaned down a bit, palms skimming over your bottom and to your thighs. He quickly scrunches up your skirts in order to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You didn't shy away from the position this time, having already gotten used to the boy's heated kisses.

Your legs immediately locked behind him, thighs clenching as his body was placed between them. He moved backwards, wedging you between his body and a tree trunk. Your hands made quick work of feeling under Yeosang's shirt, finding yourself wanting to feel his skin against your hands.

You could feel your legs start to heat up, your body temperature rising with each lick and breathless moan against Yeosang's lips. His hands kept squeezing at your skirts, feeling you through the fabric. One of his hands moved on your legs towards where it was connected with his waist. He quickly moved your skirts up, feeling your bare skin.

Your legs began to shiver from the cold air, but still you moved to unclench your legs to allow him room to feel for more. Yeosang's breathing became hard as he moved closer and hovered over you. His fingers clenched at your skin, restraining himself from going further up. One of his hands placed themselves against the tree.

His breath hit your lips, your tongue moving out to swipe against them. When you opened your eyes to look at him, you could see the soft emotions swirling within his irises.

"You make us feel things we have never thought about feeling." He told you breathlessly. "We don't want to give that up."