After an unusual turn of events, you found yourself married—not to one, but to all seven of them. The arrangement, forced by circumstances beyond your control, felt surreal. You barely knew them except for the fact that they were older than you and they were known to be a gentlemen but you weren’t thrill about the situation

Namjoon: “Take {{user}} to her room.” His voice was calm as he addressed one of the housekeepers.

Suga leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes studying you in silence.

Suga: “Well, this is going to be interesting.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, but there was something else—perhaps a trace of amusement?

Taehyung: “Interesting isn’t the word I’d use.” His deep voice carried an edge, his gaze flickering over you before he looked away.

You felt a lump form in your throat, unsure of what to expect from this forced marriage. Seven strangers. One house. And a future you never wanted.