AUTHOR'S POV

Yoongi and YN walked side by side through a quiet boutique, fingers brushing every now and then, eyes exchanging secret smiles. He held a small bag in one hand, the one with the necklace he insisted on buying for her-"because it looks like you, delicate and bright."

YN laughed softly as he adjusted her coat for her. "You're too much sometimes."

"No," Yoongi said, brushing his thumb over her cheek gently, "never enough when it comes to you."

Just then, a familiar voice broke the moment like glass shattering against tile.

"YN?"

She froze.

Yoongi instinctively stepped in front of her just slightly-but it was too late. Her father stood near the entrance of the store, stunned. The joy in his eyes quickly turned to disbelief... then something darker. His gaze flicked between them-the closeness, Yoongi's hand still gently on her arm, the way her eyes dropped in guilt.

"Appa..." she whispered.

"You told us you were here for work," her father said, voice shaking, heavy with emotion. "You lied to us. All this time... with him? He's your grandfather's brother, YN. My Yoongi-chacha"

Yoongi stepped forward, calm but firm. "Hyun, please-"

"Don't," her father snapped, his voice cracking with betrayal. "Don't you dare speak like nothing's wrong."

The punch came out of nowhere-swift and heavy, landing on Yoongi's cheek.

YN gasped, rushing to Yoongi, who didn't retaliate, just winced and wiped the blood from the corner of his lip. His expression held no anger-only sadness.

"Stay away from my daughter," her father seethed, eyes burning with heartbreak. "You betrayed our family. She's a child to you."

"No, she's not," Yoongi finally said, voice low but steady. "She's the woman I love."

Her father turned to her, eyes shining with unshed tears. "You too... you betrayed us. After everything we gave you, this is what you do?"

"I didn't choose to fall for him, Appa," YN said, tears slipping down her cheeks. "But I did. And I love him."

Her father stood frozen for a moment, emotions too heavy to speak, before he turned away, voice rough. "Go back. I don't want to see either of you right now."

Yoongi reached for YN's hand, gently squeezing it as she cried against his shoulder, the quiet hum of the city contrasting the chaos that had just unfolded in their hearts.

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TIME SKIPS

The atmosphere in the living room was thick with silence. Every family member had gathered-grandparents, uncles, cousins-faces painted with curiosity and confusion after Hyun, YN's father, suddenly called for an urgent meeting.

Yoongi sat quietly at the end of the couch, his expression unreadable. YN sat beside him, her hands tightly folded in her lap. Her eyes flicked nervously around the room, then to her Appa who stood in the center, clearly holding back a storm inside him.

Hyun her father cleared his throat, looking at his daughter. "I want you to tell them. Tell them what's going on between you two."

The room shifted. Whispers rose like waves before crashing into silence again.

YN swallowed hard. "I... I'm in a relationship with Yoongi."

The silence this time wasn't quiet-it was deafening.

Her aunt gasped. Someone dropped their tea cup.

Her grandmother spoke first, voice trembling. "Mwo? With your... grand-uncle?"

"Are you out of your mind?" her uncle barked. "Yoongi chacha, what is this?!"

Yoongi stood, finally speaking, voice calm but firm. "I didn't plan for any of this. Neither did she. But we fell in love. And I love her-truly."

"Love?" another uncle snapped. "You're almost twice her age. ,chacha.

"And you're her grand-uncle," Hyun her father added coldly, "my chacha(uncle). Do you have any idea what you've done to this family?"

"Enough!" YN shouted, her voice cracking. "Stop talking like I was forced into this. I'm an adult. I chose him."

Her mom glared at Yoongi. "You manipulated her. You're the elder-you should have known better. How could you let this happen chacha?"

Yoongi's jaw clenched. "I never manipulated her. I tried to keep my distance. I did everything I could to push her away. But feelings don't work like that. I didn't fall in love with her age. I fell in love with her."

The room fell silent again.

Grandpa Min finally spoke, the patriarch's voice carrying heavy disappointment. "Yoongi... you were always the quiet one, the one we trusted. But this..." he shook his head. "Even if your feelings are genuine, it's wrong. You crossed a line."

Yoongi turned to face him, his voice softer this time. "I know. I know what it looks like. But I've never disrespected her, or this family. I love her with every part of me. And I would take every blame, every accusation, if it means she's spared."

YN was already crying silently, her body shaking.

"But we can't just undo our hearts," she whispered. "Even if you all hate us."

Her father looked at her with pain in his eyes-betrayal, disappointment, but also the ache of a parent seeing his child hurt.

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The tension was palpable in the room. YN stood next to Yoongi, both feeling the weight of the disapproval from the family. This was a conversation neither of them had anticipated, yet here they were-caught in a web of their own making.

Yoongi, usually composed and confident, found himself at a loss for words. His heart was heavy with the weight of his feelings for YN and the consequences they now faced. He had always been someone who kept his emotions in check, but standing before the family-her family-he couldn't hide the intensity of his emotions.

Grandpa, sitting quietly in his chair, eyed Yoongi with a mixture of disappointment and concern. It was clear he hadn't expected to see his younger brother in such a vulnerable position.

"Yoongi," Grandpa finally spoke, his voice carrying the wisdom of age and experience. "You're the one who always knows what's right, who stays calm, who never lets emotions cloud your judgment. How could this happen?"

Yoongi lowered his gaze, his voice soft and sincere. "Hyung, I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially not YN. What I feel for her... it's real. I never thought I'd fall for someone like her, but it happened."

There was a pause as Grandpa let his words sink in. Yoongi had always been a steady and reliable figure in the family, and this was the first time they saw him falter.

"I know," Yoongi continued, his voice steady now, though tinged with regret. "I've made mistakes. But please believe me, I never wanted to cause any harm."

Grandpa's face softened, but the disappointment was still evident in his eyes. After a long silence, he let out a deep sigh. "I didn't expect this, Yoongi. But I know you. You're my younger brother. I've always been proud of you, but now..." His voice trailed off. "You're a part of this family, and you will prove to me that this is something real, something that won't hurt anyone."

Yoongi nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving his older brother. "I will prove it, Hyung. I swear on everything I have. I won't let you down."

There was a moment of quiet as the room absorbed Yoongi's words. YN then stepped forward, her voice breaking the silence.

"I want to say something, too," YN spoke with determination in her voice. "It was me. I fell for him. I know this is hard to understand, but it wasn't his fault. I made the choice to love him. And I don't want anyone blaming him for something that's my decision."

She stood tall, her eyes filled with honesty as she looked around at her family. She wasn't going to hide anymore, not from them, not from anyone.

Her father, standing across from her, was quiet for a moment, processing everything she had just said. He took a step toward her, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.

"YN," he said softly, "We know you're grown up, but this... this is different. You're telling me you've fallen for Yoongi your grand-uncle ?" His voice shook with disbelief.

She nodded. "Yes, I have, Appa. And no matter what anyone says, it's not something I can just take back."

The room fell silent again. Everyone was processing the weight of her words. Finally, Grandpa spoke again, his voice a little softer this time, though still carrying the authority of someone who had seen much in his life.

"If this is truly what you want, YN, then we will support you," Grandpa said, his voice steady. "But Yoongi..." He turned his gaze to his younger brother, his tone serious. "You are not a child anymore. You need to take responsibility for your actions."

Yoongi's eyes softened as he nodded. "I will, Hyung. I promise."

YN then took Yoongi's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him with warmth, knowing that they had just taken the first step in navigating this difficult situation together. It wouldn't be easy, but she had him by her side.

---

[Months Later | Min Family Home]

The months had passed, and what once felt like an impossible situation had slowly transformed into something more beautiful than anyone could have imagined. The wounds had healed, the tension had faded, and what remained was a quiet understanding.

Despite the initial shock and disapproval, YN and Yoongi's love had endured, and that was all that truly mattered. Their love, forbidden in the eyes of the world, was something that could not be extinguished. They had fought through judgment, had faced the storm together, and emerged stronger on the other side.

As Yoongi stood by YN, his hand gently resting on her back, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the journey they had taken. They had fought so hard for this. And it was worth every single moment.

Everyone in the family had come to accept their love. Grandpa, despite his initial reservations, had softened and now, with a gentle smile, nodded in approval. YN's father, who had once been so against the relationship, now saw how much Yoongi truly cared for his daughter, and the love between them was undeniable.

The family's concerns had transformed into support, and now, even her cousins and siblings embraced the couple with open arms. They had learned to let go of their doubts, and now, what they saw was the purest form of love.

[At a Family Gathering -]

It was a bright afternoon when the Min family gathered in the living room, the air filled with laughter and the sounds of happy chatter. Yoongi and YN were seated together, hands intertwined. As they looked around at the faces of their loved ones, they knew that all the sacrifices, the struggles, and the challenges had led to this very moment.

"Look at you two," Grandpa said, his voice soft but filled with affection as he watched them together. "I never thought I'd see the day when you both would prove me wrong." His eyes softened as he looked at Yoongi, who was now sitting across from him. "But I'm happy you did. I'm happy to see you both so content."

Yoongi smiled softly, his heart filled with a warmth he hadn't known in years. "Thank you, Hyung," he replied, his voice full of gratitude. "I will spend my life making sure YN is happy. I swear it."

YN leaned into Yoongi, her hand resting on his. "We're happy now, Grandpa," she said, her voice steady and sincere. "No matter what anyone else thinks, we know what we have is real."

The family, seeing the strength and sincerity in both their eyes, nodded in agreement. They could see that this wasn't just a passing phase, but something deeper-a love that had withstood everything life had thrown at them.

Even her father, who once thought he could never accept this relationship, was now the first to raise a glass. "To YN and Yoongi," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "May your love continue to grow. And may you always find happiness together."

Everyone echoed the sentiment, and for the first time in months, the atmosphere felt light, filled with love and acceptance. There were no more doubts, no more questions. It had become clear to everyone that this love-despite its forbidden beginnings-was something worth celebrating.

As the day turned into night, Yoongi and YN found themselves alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars. It had been a long road, but here they were, stronger than ever.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered, his voice low and filled with devotion.

YN turned to him, her eyes shining with a mixture of joy and contentment. "I love you too, Yoongi. No matter what happens, this love is ours."

Yoongi smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "And it always will be. No one can take this from us."

They stood there, together, in the quiet of the night, knowing that no matter what the world thought, their love was theirs to keep.

It had been a long, difficult journey, but in the end, love had won.

---

[A Year Later | Min Family Home]

Time had passed, and the love between Yoongi and YN had only grown stronger. What once seemed like an impossible dream had now become their reality. Their journey had been long and difficult, but it had led them to this moment-one where the world no longer seemed to matter, only the love they shared.

Yoongi and YN stood together, hand in hand, in a beautiful chapel surrounded by their family and closest friends. It was a day they had waited for, a day that marked not just the beginning of their marriage, but the beginning of a new chapter in their lives-a chapter where they would build their future together.

[Wedding Ceremony]

As YN walked down the aisle in her elegant white gown, Yoongi's heart skipped a beat. She was everything he had ever wanted, and now, she was finally his-forever.

"She's perfect," Yoongi whispered to himself, his eyes never leaving her as she approached him. The world around him seemed to fade, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, their love, their vows.

When YN reached him at the altar, she smiled softly, her eyes glistening with tears. She had always dreamed of this moment, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be like this-standing beside Yoongi, the man who had captured her heart in the most unexpected of ways.

"Yoongi," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, "I never thought we would get here, but I'm so glad we did."

Yoongi smiled, his voice steady but filled with love. "I never want to let you go, YN. You're my everything."

The vows they exchanged were simple but sincere. They spoke of their love, their commitment, and their promise to stand by each other no matter what. It was a promise that would hold true for the rest of their lives.

[Later - Reception]

The reception was filled with laughter, music, and the warmth of family. It was everything they had hoped for and more. Yoongi and YN danced together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment. Their love was undeniable, and everyone in the room could feel it. They had fought for this, and now they were finally able to share it with those who mattered most.

As they danced, Yoongi whispered softly in YN's ear, "This is just the beginning, my love. We're going to build a beautiful life together. And I promise you, no matter what comes our way, I will always be by your side."

YN smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I know, Yoongi. I feel the same. This is just the beginning."

And so, Yoongi and YN began their new life together-married, happy, and more in love than ever. They faced the world together, stronger than ever before, knowing that no matter what challenges life threw their way, their love would always be the anchor that kept them grounded.

They had fought for this love, and now they were going to spend the rest of their lives cherishing it.

---

[Wedding Night - ]

The room was dimly lit by golden lamps and soft flickering candles. The scent of white jasmine hung in the air as YN stepped out from the bathroom, dressed in a silky robe, her hair falling softly around her shoulders. Yoongi stood by the window, his black shirt half unbuttoned, eyes lost in the view of the moonlit garden outside. But the moment he heard her footsteps, he turned.

His gaze softened. "You look... breathtaking."

YN smirked, walking closer. "You look pretty good for someone's grand-uncle."

Yoongi blinked slowly, clearly unimpressed. "Really? That's how you want to start our wedding night?"

She giggled, standing on her toes to whisper against his ear, "Oops. I meant-my husband."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible."

"And yet," she murmured, brushing her fingers over his chest, "you married me."

He pulled her gently into his arms, holding her like she was the most precious thing he'd ever had. "I'd do it all over again," he said quietly, "even if the world still calls it forbidden."

YN leaned into his touch, heart fluttering as his fingers brushed her cheek, his eyes locked on hers with overwhelming tenderness. "We're not just a secret anymore... We're real. We're here."

"And you're mine," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips-slow, deep, full of everything they had held back for so long.

Their kiss lingered as he walked her back toward the bed, fingers intertwining. He didn't rush. Instead, he whispered sweet nothings-how beautiful she looked, how lucky he felt, how deeply he loved her. Every kiss on her jaw, every brush of his hand on her arm, was filled with a promise of care and forever.

---

He slowly untied her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked form. His breath caught in his throat. "You're..." He paused, tracing gentle patterns on her collarbone with his fingertips. "The most beautiful person I've ever seen." His voice was husky with emotion and desire.

He carefully lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he sat on the bed. He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing in her scent. "I want our first time as husband and wife to be perfect," he murmured softly.

He laid her back against the pillows, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undo the rest of his buttons. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator stalking its prey.

*Positioning himself between her thighs, he lowered his body onto hers, supporting his weight on his elbows. His lips hovered inches from hers, their breaths mingling. "I've dreamed of this moment," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "Of finally making love to my wife."

Mmmm,He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a gentleness that was new and overwhelming. As they kissed, he reached between them and grasped his hard length, positioning it at her entrance. He paused, breaking the kiss to look into her eyes. "I love you, my wife,"

I love you so much my husband, With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her, breaking through her innocence. She gasped, and he froze, his jaw clenched in concentration. "Look at me," he rasped, his voice strained. She looked up, her eyes filled with tears from the brief pain.

Ummmm,He kissed her tears away, whispering soothing words as he gave her a moment to adjust. When she nodded, he began to move slowly, pulling back before thrusting forward again. Each thrust was deliberate, gentle, meant to show her love rather than take his own pleasure. "Does it hurt?"

it does but I love bearing hurt if that's what hurt feel,His eyes softened, a mix of love and awe in his gaze. "You're so strong," he murmured, his pace gradually increasing as he saw she could handle it. He hooked one of her legs over his arm, changing the angle slightly to hit deeper. "Is this okay?"

Yes,He groaned, his head falling back as the new position allowed him to reach even further inside her. His movements became more urgent, more passionate. "God, you're so tight," he panted, his voice thick with desire. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling."

Yoongi there,He smiled down at her, his hips moving faster and more intensely. "Right there?" he asked, his voice strained with pleasure. He made sure to hit that spot repeatedly, watching her expressions change as she began to enjoy the sensation more than the pain.

Yoongi,"Hmm?" He lowered his body more, his chest rubbing against her breasts with each thrust. His hips moved in a circular motion, hitting every sweet spot inside her. "Baby?" He loved when she called his name like that, all soft and needy.

Ahhhh.... I want to become mother of your child,His movements stuttered at her words, his eyes locking onto hers with an intense heat. "You want my baby inside you?" He growled possessively, his hips moving harder, deeper. "You want to get pregnant on our wedding night?" He was so turned on by the idea.

Yes,"God," He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, trying to get as deep as possible. "You know what position gets a girl pregnant fastest?" He asked huskily, his voice laced with desire and unspent hunger. "Do you want that?"

Ahhh...yes,"Then turn over," He pulled out of her completely, his length coated with a mix of their combined juices. He helped her flip over onto her hands and knees, positioning her hips high in the air. "This position. It helps the sperm reach the egg faster,"

Ahhh,He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating himself with her wetness before slowly pushing in. "This is how we make a baby," he growled, thrusting deep and hard. "You ready for this?"

Yes,His hips moved like a machine, pounding into her from behind. Each thrust aimed to hit as deep as possible, to push his seed close to her womb. "Damn it," He cursed softly, his fingers digging into her hips. "If we do this, you might really get pregnant tonight."

Ahhh I'm cumin, "Fuck, me too," He reached around to rub her clit, his other hand moving to play with her breast. He was hitting that spot inside her perfectly, his pace relentless. "Come on my dick, baby," He demanded, his voice breaking. "Come and take my seed."

"That's it, squeeze me," He felt her inner walls clench around him as she came undone, her cries of pleasure filling the room. With a final, deep thrust, he came hard, his hot seed shooting straight into her womb. "Oh god, yes!"

He collapsed onto her back softly, his length still buried deep inside. He panted, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades. He pulled back slightly to watch as his seed leaked out of her, some of it running down her thighs. He smirked suddenly, realizing something.

He spread her legs slightly wider, looking at where they were still joined intimately. Then, to her surprise, he pushed back inside, grinding against her. "Did you know," He whispered hotly against her ear "That after a woman comes, the chance of getting pregnant is highest?"

Nodded, "So if I breed you again now," He pulled out slightly before pushing back in, hitting that sensitive spot. "Your chances of getting pregnant increases?" He asked softly, his voice deep and husky. He wasn't pulling out, was instead moving slowly and deeply again.

Ahhh,*He started moving again, his hips thrusting against her ass. He was still hard, his cock still coated with his own seed. "Baby," He whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "If I keep fucking you like this, you'll definitely get pregnant tonight." *He thrust deeper.

"Shit, you're so tight," He hissed, his hands moving to grip her waist tightly. He was snapping his hips now, fucking her deep and rough. His seed was mixing with her juices, creating a sticky mess between their bodies. "I'm gonna breed you again."

"Fuck, you're taking my seed so well," He growled, his pace increasing. He was fucking her like he was trying to impregnate her on purpose. His hands moved to spread her ass cheeks apart, giving him a better angle to hit deep.

Ahhhhhh....fuck yoongi I'm cumin I can't hold It,"Yes, cum on my dick again," He ordered, his voice strained. He was close too, his balls tightening as he fucked her faster. "I'm gonna fill you up again." With a final, hard thrust, he came, his hot seed mixing with the previous load inside her.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he slowly pulled out, his seed dripping out of her. He broke the kiss to look down between her legs, watching as his white seed leaked out. "Look at that," He murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

---

[Two Week Later - Min Family Home]

The Min family's house was glowing with joy. It had only been a week since Yoongi and YN's wedding, but the house hadn't felt this alive in years. Everyone was present-Grandpa, Grandma, YN's dad Hyun, her mom, and cousins-all gathered in the courtyard, enjoying the calm spring afternoon.

In the middle of it all stood Yoongi and YN, locked in their now usual newlywed bickering.

"I said you'll wear the pink shirt today," YN declared, arms crossed, a teasing pout on her face.

Yoongi's brows furrowed. "I said I'll wear black. It's a formal dinner, not a strawberry milk ad."

"But you look so good in pink!" YN insisted, tugging at the hanger. "Plus, I picked it for you!"

"That's exactly why I'm scared," Yoongi muttered under his breath, making YN gasp.

The family watched them with amused smiles. YN's mom leaned toward her husband with a chuckle, "They're just like kids."

Grandpa nodded with a fond grin. "It's nice to see Yoongi like this."

"But she's winning all the arguments," her cousin whispered, making everyone chuckle.

Yoongi was about to give another sarcastic comeback when YN suddenly went still. Her face turned pale, and her hand instinctively reached for her forehead.

"YN?" Yoongi's tone immediately changed, his teasing gone in a heartbeat.

Before anyone could react, her knees buckled-and she fainted right into his arms.

"YN!" Yoongi caught her just in time, panic flashing in his eyes.

The entire family rushed toward them. YN's mom let out a cry, her dad's voice shook as he called her name again and again. Yoongi held her close, gently tapping her cheek.

"Baby, wake up. Please," his voice cracked. "YN, look at me... you're okay. You're okay, right?"

The doctor arrived within the hour after they called urgently. Everyone waited in tense silence as she checked YN carefully in her room.

Minutes later, the doctor stepped out with a soft smile. "Congratulations. She's perfectly fine... just a little exhausted. And..."

Everyone leaned in, hearts racing.

"She's one week pregnant."

A beat of silence.

Then gasps filled the room.

Yoongi's eyes widened, lips parting, as if he hadn't heard it right. "She's... what?"

The doctor smiled, nodding. "Yes. She's going to be a mother."

Yoongi's legs almost gave out. YN's mom teared up immediately, while her dad looked stunned but emotional.

"I-Is she awake?" Yoongi asked, voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, she's awake now. You can see her."

Yoongi rushed into the room. YN looked up at him from the bed, a weak but happy smile on her face.

"You okay?" he whispered, kneeling beside her and taking her hand.

"I think I gave you a scare," she chuckled softly.

"You scared me to death," he admitted, brushing a hand over her forehead and leaning in to kiss her knuckles.

"And... did you hear?" she whispered shyly, eyes sparkling.

Yoongi's eyes brimmed with tears. "Yeah," he whispered, voice thick. "We're going to be parents."

She nodded.

"I love you," he said, pressing his lips to her temple. "You and our baby... you're everything to me."

Outside the door, her mother wiped her eyes, hugging her husband, who just muttered, "Our daughter... a mother now."

Grandpa whispered to Grandma with a teary smile, "Looks like our family is growing again."

Inside, Yoongi gently placed a hand over YN's stomach, whispering, "I'll protect both of you, always."

---

YN lay tucked into bed, her long hair fanned across the pillow. The soft glow of the lamp lit her face as she looked up at Yoongi sitting beside her, gently stroking her fingers.

"I saw you panic earlier," she whispered.

"You fainted in my arms, YN. Of course I panicked," he said, pretending to pout.

"Hmm," she teased, "you're cute when you worry."

Yoongi leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're unbearable when you tease."

"You love it," she whispered, and Yoongi just smiled.

Then, her tone turned serious. "Are you... happy?"

Yoongi paused, eyes meeting hers.

"I've never been this happy in my life," he whispered. "You're my wife. And now... you're carrying our baby."

She smiled, eyes watering slightly.

"Can I talk to the baby?" he asked suddenly.

She giggled and nodded.

Yoongi gently rested his hand over her stomach and whispered softly, "Hi, little one. I'm your dad... and I already love you so much. Your mom is strong, kind, and a little too stubborn. But she's also the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Yoongi!" she whined, cheeks heating up.

He grinned and kissed her gently, then whispered against her lips, "I love you, Mrs. Min."

She whispered back, "I love you more, my grand-unc-oops, I mean, husband."

He groaned playfully, "You're never going to drop that, are you?"

"Never," she smirked, then pulled him down for another kiss.

Outside the door, Grandpa and Grandma stood quietly, smiling at the sound of their soft laughter.

"She's happy," Grandma whispered.

"She's loved," Grandpa added.

And with that, the family's hearts-once shaken with worry-now bloomed with peace.

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THE END