A/N: Hey dears. Sorry this never made it up when I intended. I had a couple of bad weeks, medically speaking, but I am trying to get back in the swing of things.

I sincerely am hoping to have a bonus chapter a week up, but if that doesn't happen do that I try to work on one throughout each week. This one mostly took me long because after the first week of yuck my second week I just couldn't seem to get enough sleep, and I just couldn't bounce back. But I am doing my best to try to make up for that this week.

Now moving on to the real reason I am writing an author's note beforehand. This chapter is kind of composed differently than most.

I tried to do it as if Jiwoo were remembering the events that happened. So if she is just telling the reader what happened it's in normal text. When she is literally reliving those moments are in italics. If she and others are speaking in Korean during those moments in particular I did that in normal text. If she is speaking to herself 'it looks like this minus the bold.' I don't know that I did it perfectly, but I hope I at least did it well.

Also a couple of quick sidenotes.

First off, there will be resources linked regarding the images provided as well as resources I used when I researched facts regarding their names and such.

Also, this chapter does not include everything I wanted it to, because it just started getting way too long. I'll do an author's note at the end to reflect what I plan next for Jiwoo.

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I was 23 when I first met the families of Bangtan Sonyeondan. The company held a big party after their debut, and luckily every single family member was free. I could've gotten my serum injection three years prior to that moment, but I chose to instead focus on my career path. It's not that I didn't want to find my soulmate; I just thought I could wait on that moment until I personally was ready to start that stage of my life.

I don't know what it was exactly that alerted me to the possibile discovery. The touch of each of their hands individually on mine sparking an electrical current through my skin. A look that each one of them gave me before, during, and after that first physical point of contact. Perhaps it was an amalgamation of both. All I knew for certain was that each one of them were more than likely my soulmates due to something I could sense within myself. That meant, if they were my soulmates, it wouldn't matter if I got my serum injection tomorrow. I wouldn't get my marks until each of them got their own injection after all, and they weren't old enough for that step yet.

I cringed at the age difference often when I was alone and had a moment to myself to think about it. Jeon Jung Hyun was five years younger than me, and that didn't strike me as being that bad really. It was the fact that the other two, Kim Jeon Gyu and Park Jihyun, were seven years younger than me that bothered me the most. Although it was only two years difference from Jung Hyun it felt like a much bigger age gap than it actually was. My mind kept trying to literally define it as almost a decade that separated us in age. That's honestly probably why I teasingly said often that I liked Jk and thought he was cute whenever Hoseokie and I got the chance to spend time together. I think it was also some sort of a subconscious attempt to inadvertently get my family to learn to cope with the idea and possibility of my soulmates ending up being so much younger than myself.

Through the years since that initial meeting, anytime there was a family celebration event for the members I claimed I was simply too busy with my career. 'The boutique just opened. I can't leave it unintended.' 'I just started a project, and I just can't set it aside until it's finished.' I was a coward not wanting to face the truth, because in some ways the age difference really did make me exceptionally nervous. Normally I wasn't the type of person to care about how others might view me, but for some reason this possibility in particular just didn't sit right with me. The only time I did spend with my brother and the members were moments I would more or less just show up at their dorm unannounced.

It was when my younger brother found his soulmate, Daisy, who he shared with the other members, when my thoughts turned a corner and my mind really began to change. I saw and heard how in love he was with her already just through his words, voice, and the way he looked at her. I saw how in love she was with him, even in those first few moments we talked with each other via a video call. I realized if I let myself that I could have all of that unconditional love too.

Yet, it still took some time for me to really get the nerves to face them once again. I remember the moment I finally settled on the idea of seeing them after so many years had passed. My new sister had essentially just been the victim of an attack at a club, and I was worried about her. So while I was trying to polish up on a project via my fashion software program I called her up.

[Jiwoo's side of their conversation in Chapter 81]

"Hello." I can hear her smile from the other side of the phone, and I can't help but smile immediately in return.

"Hello sister, mine." I greet her automatically. I haven't just been saying this to show her I accept her. I legitimately grew to think of her as my sister almost from the first time we saw each other. "I haven't talked with you since the club really and wanted to catch up with you."

It's silent for a few moments, and I frown as I realize the can of worms I had unintentionally opened. 'She's probably reliving those moments now herself. Good going.' I mentally berate myself. She takes a moment to ask me for my version of what happened, and even though I am unpleased with myself for opening up this line of discussion I quickly share it with her. I know she is simply trying to ascertain the whole picture for herself by gathering as many perspectives of the moment as possible.

In an attempt to get the conversation out of this well of melancholy I verbally coax the conversation another direction. "Okay, moving past all that shit. What else has been going on with you?"

She pauses for a brief moment before answering. "Jk informed me that I will be meeting the maknae line's families this weekend." Suddenly, I'm all thumbs. I knock my drink over and have to rush to keep it from spilling toward my keyboard. Daisy is alerted to the sound and asks. "What was that? Is everything okay?"

I mentally sigh. I clear my throat as I grab some napkins I happened to have nearby and sop up the small puddle on the desk. "Um. Yeah, I just knocked something over. What day will you be meeting them?"

"I will be meeting them this Sunday. The two Sundays following that I will be meeting the others' parents. I just don't know what order it will be going in."

Immediately after she shares that with me I pull up my digital calendar on my computer. Before I can second guess my actions and question my motives I rearrange my schedule so I can be with her for all three meetings that her soulmates had planned. I frown as I first share my unawareness of the schedule. "Hoseokie hasn't told me about it yet, but not to worry. I am making sure that I am free the next three Sundays. I'll be there for every meeting with them."

I can sense her immediate confusion. "Oh good. It will be nice to have someone there that I know outside of my soulmates."

'It will be nice to have someone there while I face the music. While I face the three I am almost positive are my own soulmates.'

[This next part takes place during Chapter 96 and 97, just a heads up in case you want a refresher]

The morning before I was supposed to see them again I found myself staring at the outfit I picked for myself once more. I didn't think I should outshine Daisy by any means, but because it's been so long since I last saw my potential soulmates I felt like I still need to make an impression on them with my outfit and makeup. The outfit I was staring at was the third one I had settled on. I was honestly just about to rifle through my options and considered changing it again when Hoseokie called me on the phone.

My younger brother quickly informed me of Daisy's circumstances, and I completely switched gears. First I lined up a specific bathing suit I had seen in my own boutique in her size, but afterward I decided to use my own creativity to focus on something else entirely. It didn't matter that it took me the entire day to plan it out, get the materials I needed, and actually sew it together. It kept me occupied from worrying over my own outfit any more than I already had.

On that Sunday I decided to head over to the mansion bright and early. It was partially because I wanted to keep my mind busy, but honestly I hadn't really gotten that much sleep the night before either. It was only somewhat because of the project I gave myself, making Daisy her brand new tankini. Once I put the finished product aside, around 2:30 in the morning, my mind automatically went to the idea of seeing my potential soulmates once more. Of course after I remembered that my brain just wouldn't shut up, and the butterflies in my stomach started rioting up a storm.

I ended up offering to help Daisy with her outfit. I felt horrible that her cramps were causing her so much grief so I was bound and determined to set her up with a comfortable, but still somewhat dressy looking, outfit. After I put together the well worn sweater, with the ribbed sleeveless shirt, and leggings I realized that I had unintentionally put together an outfit that somewhat matched my own.

[Reminder of Daisy's Outift - Not including the resources since they are already linked in the corresponding chapter.]

I too was wearing a slightly oversized sweater paired with a camisole underneath due to the sheer way the wool was knitted together. My sweater was a sandy cream color and the camisole was powder blue. Instead of leggings like Daisy wore, mine were skinny jeans in a sandy shade slightly darker than the sweater. To pull the blue and sandy color together I wore it with a floral scarf of the two shades, and selected a pair of blue suede half boots to go with it. Because today was more about Daisy than myself I chose to wear a simple but pretty pair of stud earrings. The design was composed of cute white flowers and sweet small pearls.

Taehyungie, welcomingly, delays the inevitable a bit longer by bringing Tannie upstairs to meet Daisy for the first time. I stand on the sidelines observing the moment, not completely sure of what to do with myself. Honestly, I kept doing my damndest not to fidget with my fingernails or nibble on my lower lip as my mind began to worry over how this meeting would go.

As we started to walk toward the stairs I felt myself getting lost in a daze of concern and worry. It's only when Daisy cast her eyes in my direction that I was able to pull myself from it for a brief moment or two.

A few moments later, after Daisy met Taehyungie's family, I gave her shoulder a reassuring nudge, and hoped that the smile I gave her projected how she really had nothing to worry about. When I offered a smile up toward Jeong Gyu I could tell that it wasn't as confident. I felt my lips quiver at the sides as I tried to keep a straight face. My thoughts went something like this: Did he remember me? If it turns out we are soulmates, would he want me? Would he rather continue working with his parents on their farm? I know that city life isn't something I can give up due to my career. My career is important to me.

I couldn't help but be relieved when Jiminie came over and escorted Daisy over to meet his family. Of course then I had to face a similar dilemma with his brother, Jihyun. I remember being dazzled by how immediately welcoming he was with Daisy. I wouldn't say that Jeong Gyu wasn't welcoming, but there was that familial tension between the two Kim brothers that didn't exist between the two Park brothers.

When I offered up a reassuring shoulder nudge again Jihyun's smile grew bright and radiant. I felt my cheeks grow pink at the thought that he might remember me after all. Is he feeling the same things I have? Is that a flirtatious smile? Or perhaps he is simply being welcoming with me as well?

Jungkookie pulled Daisy over to meet his family, and for a brief moment I was caught in the humor of the maknae's antics. It was when Jung Hyun smiled and started talking about his drawings that things changed abruptly for me. I swear the world started to feel off kilter to the point I honestly thought I was going to lose my balance. I could only logically attribute it to the fact that I honestly didn't remember how bright and stunning his smile could be. I can't look up anymore after that. Instead, I started studying the natural striations of the hardwood floor. Apparently Daisy had noticed my discomfort because she pulled me back upstairs with her.

[Jiwoo's side of the conversation she has with Daisy in Chapter 97]

"Okay. Spill. What is going on with you?"

If it weren't for the confusion and concern both marring her features I would have probably clammed up and told some fib to get out of this conversation. It's her obvious sincerity that makes it so easy to share. 'Moments like this make me so glad she is part of my family now.'

"Um. So, I may or may not have somewhat of a crush on all of the brothers. But, I kind of feel weird about it because they are all younger than me. Jyun Hyun is five years younger. Jeong Gyu and Jihyun are both 7 years younger than me." It kind of feels like I fudged the truth since I keep thinking they are almost a decade younger than me rather than the exact number. 7 years of course sounds better, but I can't get that particular concern in question out of my head.

She arched her eyebrows at me. It was obvious she not only didn't expect me to admit that, but that she was shocked by my concerns. "I'm older than Jk. Do you think that bothers me?"

I shrug my shoulders. "You are only a year older than him. It's different. I'm more than half a decade older than two out of three of them."

'There I sort of shared the fact that it sounded more like a decade to me.'

She frowns at me. "Jiwoo, have you had the serum injection? Do you have a soulmate mark?"

I sigh out loud. I'm honestly surprised this hasn't come up before now. "No, I haven't gotten the injection yet because I wanted to focus on my career first."

She nodded at me, nonverbally communicating her understanding. "Are you crushing on them or do you feel drawn to them?"

I shrugged my shoulders again, and once more I answered somewhat dishonestly. "Maybe a bit of both?"

"Jiwoo, what if they are your soulmates? Would you continue postponing your chance at happiness with them? What about theirs? What if they have had the serum injection administered years ago, and have been waiting on you this whole time?"

'Shit. I didn't think about their feelings. I didn't think about how they might have worried that they might not have a soulmate of their own. Hell, what if that's the reason that Jeong Gyu is still working on the farm? What if that was his form of settling on something expected of him instead of going after the future he dreamed about?'

The Wednesday following that Sunday I finally had gotten up the nerves to set up a doctor's appointment for my serum injection. They couldn't fit me until Friday, which actually worked out since I knew that it was highly likely Daisy wouldn't have plans. I wanted her to go with me. I wanted her to help keep me calm since I had been so nervous about the whole thing. I texted her an hour or so after the appointment was made, and just as I hoped she was free and more than willing to be there to support me.

[This next part happens chronologically the same time as Chapter 101, but it's not something actually written in the story outside of some reflection from Daisy in Chapter 102]

My appointment to get my injection was at nine in the morning, so of course I showed up to pick Daisy up two hours earlier than that. She had smiled before sharing with me that had she not slept in on the day of her injection she would have been up and ready more than two hours before her appointment also.

Daisy stops me by placing her hand on my arm once the car is parked outside of the clinic. "Before we walk in there. I need to know, do you have a fear of needles?"

I smile up at her so she understands that I know she is simply making sure she is prepared for a possible freak out. "I don't have a problem with needles. I'm not a fan of pain, but as long as I don't see the needle that usually isn't a problem. I do however hate when the doctor or nurse administering the needle counts before doing the shot. It gives me a precursor to the pinching pain and makes it worse than it is."

"Oh my god! Yes! I'm so glad someone else I know gets that and feels the same way." She squeezes my arm. "Don't worry. If you forget to say something to the doctor beforehand regarding that tidbit I will." She mutters something about being glad she speaks more Korean now, and I can't help but smile at that.

The shot wasn't a big deal at all honestly. It took longer to get through the doctor's precursory questions than to get the shot actually administered, and at that point I was mentally screaming. Inject the serum already!

The harder part was keeping myself from channeling