I thought I should add character profiles :)))

YOU

-> 18 years old, female and orphaned

-> Normal school girl

-> Generally shy

-> Good grades and everything...

DOOJOON

-> Oldest of the brothers [20 years old]

-> Usually rude but deep inside... who knows.

-> Plays soccer a lot, especially with Yoseob

- > Hates being called 'oppa'

-> Wants to meet his true parents

HYUNSEUNG

-> Same age as Doojoon but younger by months [20 years old]

-> Considered most feminine of the brothers [because of cooking and chores]

-> Loves to cook and sing

-> Nicest to you

JUNHYUNG

-> Same age as Doojoon and Hyunseung, but younger by months [20 years old]

-> Usually quiet but speaks up every now and then

-> Very uncomfortable around female :3

-> Likes to read

-> Gets along with Kikwang the best

-> Is the oldest brother figure in the house, takes the place of Doojoon

YOSEOB

-> 4th oldest [19 years old]

-> Often thought to be the youngest

-> Always wished he had a 'noona' [cause they are all men in the house]

-> Likes to call you 'noona' though he is older

-> Gets along with Doojoon the best

-> Fun to be with and loves having fun

-> Also likes to play soccer

KIKWANG

-> 5th oldest but same age as Yoseob [19 years old]

-> Gets along with Junhyung well

-> Can be found in the study most of the time

DONGWOON

-> Youngest [18 years old]

-> Only true son of the old man, the rest are adopted

-> Has the 'I don't really care' personality

-> Like music, but they all generally do

-> Quiet and doesn't get along very well with his hyungs.

------------------------------------>FOREWORD

On your way home from school, you had to take a different route since there was something being repaired or constructed in the usual route.

You passed by a big, beautiful house. You stopped to gaze at it.

There were dozens of bushes of roses in full bloom. You admired them and let your hand graze through the roses. Soft.

"Hey there little miss." An old man came out of the tall, wooden doors. "I see you're admiring the roses."

You looked up at the sound of his voice.

"Good afternoon, sir." You bowed. "You have beautiful roses."

The old man laughed.

"I'm glad you think so but I'm afraid they might wither away since I have to leave." He said.

"That's too bad. Do you live alone? Can't anybody take care of them while you're away?" You asked him, though still admiring the roses.

"I'm afraid not. My six sons can't even take care of themselves. I'm not quiet sure if they can take care of my roses." The old man told you, picking a white rose.

"You should find someone to take of them. Your sons, too." You told him, standing straight, leaving the roses in peace.

"Would you like to? I'd be willing to pay you." The old man said, twirling the rose in his hand, mindful of the thorns.

"Oh, no, sir. I'm not quiet sure." You quickly answered him.

"Really, now?" The old man asked. His voice trembling, maybe because of his age. "By the way, young miss, you do seem oddly familiar. Have you ever passed here before?"

You think back hardly.

FLASHBACK:

"~~~~~-ah, let's play!" Dongwoon threw the ball toward you.

You nimbly caught it and threw it back at him.

"Dongwoon-ah! Don't go too far!" You shouted as Dongwoon ran away from you.

"I'm just going inside my house." Dongwoon pointed at the big, beautiful house.

"Dad?" Dongwoon said as the man stood at the doors.

"Having fun?" The man said, looking at Dongwoon and at you, who was out of breath.

"I remember! You're Dongwoon's father." You smiled.

The old man laughed.

"Are you ~~~~~?" He smiled. "What a nice coincidence to see you."

You smiled at him, too.

"Say, ~~~~~. Won't you reconsider my offer?" He said.

"Since it's you and because you helped my family a lot, I think I will accept." You smiled at him.

"Come by here tomorrow so I can introduce you to my sons, then." He said, giving you the white rose.

"Thank you, sir. I will." You beamed happily.

'This would mean I'd meet Dongwoon again.' You smiled as you continued walking home. 'And maybe I could save up money for college'

You continued walking, twirling the white rose in your hand.