The sky was soft that evening.

Painted in tender strokes of lilac and orange, as if the universe itself decided to slow down-to witness something sacred.

The Jeon Mansion's garden was quiet.

No guards.

No mafia whispers.

No chaos.

Only the sound of wind fluttering gently through the trees and the rhythmic thump of Jungkook's heart beating in his ears.

He stood by the garden arch, bathed in the golden hue of sunset, wearing something... different.

Something she had once asked for-half-jokingly, half-dreamily.

A light pink shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The top two buttons undone, revealing the smallest hint of ink along his collarbone. Loose white baggy pants, soft white sneakers. His hair was parted lightly, a strand falling over his forehead.

For once, the mafia king didn't look dangerous.

He looked like a man in love.

A man ready.

YN walked out of the house, unaware of what was waiting.

She wore a flowy white sundress, one that fluttered softly with each step she took. Her hair was loosely curled, pinned back with little pearl clips. Her eyes sparkled in the golden light, bare-faced and beautiful in a way that made Jungkook's breath hitch in his throat.

She looked like springtime.

Like peace.

Like home.

"Jungkook?" she called out as she reached the garden arch, noticing the candles flickering gently around the roses. "What is all this?"

He smiled-soft, nervous.

"I wanted to talk to you."

She took another step closer.

"What's with the shirt?" she teased, noticing the color. "You hate pink."

"You said once..." he shrugged, "...that you wanted to see me in this. So I wore it. Just for you."

Her smile softened.

He stepped closer.

The space between them closed gently-like a secret.

"YN," he said, voice low, steady but with a tremble only she could hear. "I don't know when it happened. Maybe it was the day you barged into my study yelling about black hoodies. Maybe the night you fed me ice cream. Or maybe it was the first time you touched my hand during a nightmare."

She looked up at him, her throat tightening.

"But I realized... somewhere between revenge and healing," Jungkook continued, "I fell in love with you."

Tears pooled in her eyes.

"I never thought I could feel like this again," he whispered. "Not after losing everything. Not after becoming someone I never wanted to be."

He reached into his pocket.

Pulled out a delicate box.

Opened it slowly.

A simple, elegant ring. White gold. A tiny pink diamond in the center-subtle, soft. Her.

"I don't know how to promise you a perfect life," Jungkook said, voice cracking just slightly, "but I can promise to protect you. To choose you. Every day. Even on the hard days."

He dropped to one knee.

The world stood still.

"Choi YN... will you marry me? Will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you?"

YN's hands flew to her mouth.

A sob escaped before the words did.

Tears streamed down her cheeks-tears of joy, disbelief, and

overwhelming love.

"Yes," she whispered.

Then again, louder.

"Yes-yes, Jungkook. A million times, yes."

He smiled-eyes misting too.

She dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him, their foreheads touching, tears mixing between kisses and laughter and trembling hands.

The ring slid onto her finger like it had always belonged there.

And under the sky's gentle blessing, between roses and candlelight-

A mafia king gave his heart.

And she, the girl who softened his scars, gave hers in return.

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That night, the Jeon Mansion didn't sleep.

Not really.

It held its breath.

Wrapped in candlelight and moon-glow, with petals still scattered from the proposal and the stars twinkling like they, too, had been waiting for this moment.

YN hadn't stopped smiling for hours.

Her cheeks ached. Her eyes sparkled.

Her heart... overflowed.

She was barefoot, twirling in the garden under the soft lights, holding her dress up like a child dancing in the rain, giggling uncontrollably every time she caught Jungkook's eyes on her.

"YN-" Jungkook said, watching her pace back and forth across the grass like a whirlwind of joy, "if you keep running like that, you'll trip."

"Let me trip then!" she laughed, breathless, "It's the happiest day of my life-I don't care!"

He just shook his head, smiling so softly it didn't look like him.

Not the mafia king.

Just Jungkook.

Her Jungkook.

And then-

She ran straight into his arms.

Like she always belonged there.

Still giggling, she pressed her cheek to his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Is this real?" she whispered.

"I feel like I'm dreaming."

He tilted his head, kissed the top of hers.

"It's real," he said, voice low, steady.

"And if it's a dream, then don't wake me."

The music from the garden speakers played faintly-something soft, jazzy, old.

Jungkook gently took her hand.

"May I have this dance, future Mrs. Jeon?" he asked, smirking just a little.

YN gasped dramatically. "That sounds so illegal!"

"And yet, so perfect."

She giggled again and nodded.

He pulled her close, one arm wrapped around her waist, one hand holding hers. They moved slowly, swaying under the moonlight. Her cheek rested against his shoulder, and his chin brushed the top of her head.

It was quiet.

Intimate.

Like the world didn't exist.

Unbeknownst to them...

Two shadows lurked behind the corner pillars of the hallway overlooking the garden.

Taehyung and Jimin.

Sneaking.

Eavesdropping.

Peeking like nosy uncles.

"She's definitely gonna kiss him," Jimin whispered, arms folded, grinning.

"Nah," Taehyung shook his head.

"Jungkook will kiss first. He always holds back but tonight...? He's gone."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "You wanna bet?"

"Oh absolutely."

"Loser pays for next month's whiskey."

"Done."

Back in the garden-

Jungkook looked down.

And YN... looked up.

Her fingers nervously clutched the fabric of his shirt as she stared at him.

He was beautiful. In ways she never thought she'd find beautiful.

She stood on her toes slightly.

And softly-ever so shyly-pecked his lips.

It was the briefest kiss.

Like a whisper against his mouth.

But it stunned him.

His eyes widened.

She pulled back instantly, her entire face flushing like fire.

"Y-You said you'd kiss first!" she mumbled, flustered.

"I... I didn't know I'd forget how to breathe," Jungkook whispered back, frozen in place.

And then he smiled.

A real, full smile.

One hand came up to cup her face, and he leaned down to gently press a warm kiss to her forehead.

"You just made my entire existence worth it," he murmured.

She smiled, tears threatening again, and slowly rested her head on his chest, right where his heart was thundering.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

So fast.

She giggled.

"I can hear it."

"I know."

"I love it."

He closed his eyes, holding her tighter.

"I love you."

Up on the balcony...

Jimin gasped. "SHE kissed him! SHE kissed him first! PAY UP, KIM TAEHYUNG!"

Taehyung groaned. "Ughhhh! No! He was right there! He would've kissed her if she didn't-"

"Ah-ah-ah," Jimin wagged his finger, grinning ear to ear. "Rules are rules. Hand me your black card."

"Fine," Taehyung muttered, pulling out his wallet. "But I'm still prettier."

"Only in your dreams, Barbie."

"Say that again and I'll replace your shampoo with bleach."

"I dare you."

"Don't tempt me, raccoon."

And like that...

In the background of the most romantic night of Jeon Jungkook's life-

The Bickering Duo™ continued their never-ending battle.

But even their chaos couldn't steal the magic in the air.

Because below them...

Two hearts had finally found their forever.

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