You felt odd watching yourself in the mirror. You could remember putting on your mother's wedding dress as a child and giggling to yourself about your dream husband. You had always thought you would find someone perfect to spend the rest of your life with. However, getting into your teens, you found yourself disliking the boys around you more than not.

You had watched your classmates get married and start their own families, while you stayed to work in the hotel. You didn't regret that part of your life. The regret was for not allowing yourself to find more things outside your own family. But now you have the boys in front of you, holding their hands out for you to take and lead you towards where you deserve to be.

"I never thought I would see the day you would get to wear this dress." You turned around, facing your mother who was smiling brightly, eyes glassy.

"Did you have no hope for me to get married?" You laughed, feeling your breath get caught in your throat.

You knew where this entire thing was heading, but that still didn't make it any less emotional. You were going to leave your childhood home and follow your path–alone.

"I thought (S/N) would get married before you." She laughed. "But that's not the case here." She pressed her lips together, looking down to the floor. "(Y/N), are you sure this is what you want? I know you're only doing this because of us sending you away, but we won't do that anymore-" She told you.

"Mom, I want to do this." You stopped her. "More than anything. If this is where I have to go, then I'm more than happy to take it."

She might have not known what it was you were feeling over the whole ordeal, but she could tell this was where you had your mind set to. And when you had your thoughts in order and knew what you were going to, you were going to see it through. She had been the one who gave birth to you and held you in her womb. She was going to make sure you had everything you wanted.

"Let's get going then." She took your hands, pulling you along to walk out the house.

(S/N) was beaming at the door, holding onto a parasol. Her shoulders raised as she tried her hardest not to cry. You could feel your eyes start to sting, but you tried not to let it get to you. You took the parasol, picking up your skirts to walk out the front door.

Your brother was helping your littlest one fix his shoes while your father watched over them. When they heard you all step out, they quickly turned. Your dad sucked in a breath, as you came out into the sunlight.

"Dad." You bowed your head at him.

"(Y/N), you look just as beautiful as your mother had when we got married." You watched as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Thank you." You whispered out.

"I'm sorry." He cried, sobbing as he pulled you into a hug. "I'm-I'm so sorry I said those things to you. Please forgive me. I can't allow you to leave thinking I meant those horrible things." His grip tightened as his tears began to stain the dress.

You patted him on the back, hugging him as well." I know." You spoke, pushing him back lightly. "Even if I am leaving, you're still my dad and I will always love you. You gave me everything I could've asked for."

With everyone drying off their tears, you were all led to the wagon. Your family made their way towards the city hall, where you would sign the marriage certificate in front of the judge. Your hands become sweaty inside your lace gloves, fingers clenching and unclenching in fists.

Your throat suddenly became dry the moment you saw a group of people waiting outside the city hall. They were laughing loudly, shoving at Yeosang who stood in the middle of them all. A smile quickly found itself on your face, tears building up in your eyes once more, when you took in how handsome they all looked in their nice suits.

Your father helped you down from the wagon, holding onto your hand. As you dropped onto the ground the boys all stopped to stare at you. You turned around to find why they had all gone quiet, blushing when you realized they had their attention on you.

With a deep breath, you walked up to them. They, too, began to blush, which prompted them to tease one another. Their laughs brought joy to your very being, which made you giddy. You looked over at Yeosang who gave you a soft smile.

"You look stunning." He told you. You giggled to hide your blush.

"I've only known you for a few months, but I know you're a nice boy." Your father came up behind you, patting Yeosang on the back. "Please take care of my, (Y/N)."

"With my life." Yeosang answered, keeping his eyes on you.

You took a glance at the others, catching sight of the same smile they all shared. You knew they were all thinking the same thing. It was obvious how much this meant to all of them, even if you were technically only marrying Yeosang.

You noticed how your parents looked at the seven other boys oddly, but didn't question it as they noticed how Yeosang was speaking with them. It was clear that they had known each other. Your parents walked in first, followed by your siblings.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." Wooyoung grinned, as he passed you.

"Wish it was me." Seonghwa teased, giving your chin a flick.

"Good luck." Yunho laughed, patting your head.

"Yeosang isn't the worst of us." Jongho rolled his eyes, following behind Yunho.

"I've never been this close to other people in a long while." Mingi fidgeted with the clothes you had given both him and Hongjoong to blend in.

"You look dashing." San patted Mingi, pushing him into the building.

"This is going to be the rest of your life. It's not too late to walk out." Hongjoong had his hands inside his pockets. "We won't make you."

You turned as Yeosang walked up next to you, taking your hand in his. The others were watching from the door, waiting for the rest of you. Your lips slowly grew as you looked over all of them.

"I think I'm good with that." You gave Yeosang a squeeze of his hand.

The ceremony itself wasn't anything overly extravagant. The town Judge, Thomas Quiad, reverend and handed you two a feathered pen to sign the certificate. Your hand was shaking, but you managed to get a legible signature down. Yeosang was no better than you.

As he pulled up from the table, he turned back to you. You wanted to laugh at the smile he had. It was official.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Quaid gave you a smile. "You may kiss the bride."

Your eyes went wide, which prompted Yeosang to laugh out loud. But he softly leaned down, giving you a simple kiss. Things were much different this time around. You had an audience, which made you shy. Even if you had already kissed half of them, you were still getting used to it all.

As Yeosang pulled back, the others began to cheer loudly. You blushed deeply again, laughing. Yeosang chuckled, holding up your intertwined hands. The both of you began to walk towards everyone, the group making their way outside to allow room for others.

"How about you all come to dinner with us?" Your mother smiled, looking at all the boys. "We'd love to meet all of Yeosang's-"

"Brothers." You told her. "They are brothers."

She looked at you with raised eyebrows but nodded anyway. "Of course." Your mother bowed her head.

The boys looked at one another bashfully, shaking their head at the idea of a meal cooked by someone else that wasn't them. So that was where you found them all sitting around your family table. They had to bring in other chairs seeing as there was only 6 at the table and 8 of them, but they made it work.

They were so polite, complimenting your parents on what they had done. Your mother blushed with how they kept telling her she had made amazing food. Wooyoung and Seonghwa even asked for the recipe. Your father laughed along with them as well as they expressed their thoughts on something around the house.

Things felt so right with how everything was going.

"I didn't know you were friends with the officers." Your father spoke to Yeosang.

"Yes, Seonghwa and I became good friends with them while working in the hotel." He answered.

"So, how did you all meet? If you don't mind me asking." Your father asked, turning to the other boys.

"Not at all." Hongjoong answered.

You turned to him as well, listening in to what he had to say. You had already known some of their backstory, but it wasn't enough to say you knew them. It might seem stupid to get involved with them when you didn't know everything, but that's how you made friends. Someone doesn't start with knowing everything.

"We met when we were teens. We all have had our troubles, but we came together because we all shared a love for music." Hongjoong explained.

"Music?" Your mother spoke up. "I would have never guessed."

"We don't exactly look like we would have studied it. Do we?" Yunho got a laugh from your family.

"No offense." Your father added.

"None taken." Hongjoong waved him off. "It's just something we all look towards for inspiration and motivation to keep going."

"Do you all live together?" Your mother looked between all of them.

"Yes, we have a home in Aurora, but we are traveling in the meantime." Wooyoung grinned, bouncing your brother in his lap. "We met (Y/N) and decided to stay for a bit longer."

"Yeosang met (Y/N)." San quickly spoke up.

"He forced us to stay." Seonghwa laughed.

"Oh, so you will be leaving again?" You looked over to your parents, seeing their worried expression on you.

You hadn't thought about that aspect. At least not to where they were going to take you to their actual home in Aurora. You thought you were just going to be exploring or the likes. Even causing some trouble here and there. But to actually live with them in the place they have shared since they were teens?

"Ah, that's up to Yeosang." Hongjoong gave the man a look.

"I have all my family in Aurora." Yeosang spoke up. "I don't want to take your daughter from you, but I would like for her to meet them one day."

"Of course!" Your mother nodded her head. "I'm sure any parent would like to meet the person their child is marrying."

You silently thought to yourself about meeting Yeosang's parents. It seemed as though he had left his family on bad terms from what he told you a while back. You didn't want to assume you would be meeting them at one point–maybe he had told your family that for them to not worry about where they would be taking you.

Looking over at the rest of the boys, you began to wonder what their family was like. None of them spoke about their parents or even siblings, so sometimes you wondered if they even had them. You figured they did with how well-mannered they were. Someone had to teach them.

But you figured with how much they spent together, their family was each other. There was no need to be born from the same person, all they needed was the love they had for one another. You began to smile as you thought about the rest of your life with them. You wanted to have what they did.

And hopefully you can now.