The first rays of morning filtered gently through the curtains, casting golden stripes across the room. YN was still curled up in bed like a child-arms tucked under her cheek, hair fanned across the pillow, wearing one of Jungkook's oversized black T-shirts that nearly reached her knees.

Her chest rose and fell softly, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of the way she owned someone's heart just by breathing.

Jungkook stood beside the bed, dressed in a clean white sweatshirt and light beige sweatpants, his freshly showered hair still a little damp. He glanced at her once more before quietly tiptoeing out of the room.

He hadn't slept much.

Not because of stress. Or nightmares.

But because last night, she kissed him.

And he had replayed that moment over and over like a fool drunk on love.

Downstairs in the mansion dining room...

The air was already thick with the scent of toast, eggs, and... mischief.

Kim Taehyung was lounging on one end of the dining table, in loose silk pajamas-mint green-with his hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed (which he probably had). He was sipping black coffee like he was in a fashion ad.

Park Jimin, meanwhile, was dressed like a hyperactive influencer-tight baby blue joggers, white crop hoodie (yes, crop), and fluffy pink slippers. He was dancing slightly to music only he could hear through one earbud.

And then-

Enter Jeon Jungkook.

Barefoot, freshly showered, casual.

Calm.

Or so he thought.

Taehyung glanced up first.

His smirk was criminal.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to descend from heaven."

Jungkook paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "Don't start."

Jimin perked up instantly.

"Oh, we've already started."

He walked up to Jungkook like a gossip auntie, inspecting him top to bottom.

"Loose clothes... that glowy face... those eyes that screamed 'I slept next to the love of my life'-yep, it happened."

Taehyung joined in. "You didn't even walk out of your room until 9:30. Did you two even sleep or were you busy whispering 'I love you more' 'No, I love you more'?"

Jungkook groaned, walking straight to the coffee machine.

"I will stab both of you with a butter knife."

"Ohh, the mafia king is BLUSHING!"

Jimin sang, spinning in a circle. "I repeat: Jeon Jungkook, head of one of the most feared underground empires, is BLUSHING because of a girl in his bed-wearing his shirt."

Taehyung clutched his chest. "He's finally soft. My baby's grown."

"She kissed you first, didn't she?" Jimin added with a smirk.

Jungkook stared at his coffee, hiding the grin trying to form.

Silence.

And that was all the confirmation they needed.

Jimin collapsed dramatically on the couch.

Taehyung shrugged, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. Let the girl win one bet."

"I swear," Jungkook muttered, "you two act like you raised me."

"We did," they said in unison.

Then-

Footsteps on the stairs.

All three heads turned.

And there she was.

YN.

Still in that oversized black shirt, hair messy, rubbing her eyes as she descended sleepily, barefoot.

She stopped at the last step, confused.

"Why are you all staring at me?"

Jungkook stood immediately.

Jimin and Taehyung?

They exchanged the most wicked grins.

"She's wearing his shirt," Taehyung whispered.

"She's walking like she just spent the night in paradise," Jimin added, fanning himself.

Jungkook glared. "Enough."

YN blinked at them. "What's going on?"

Jungkook walked up, offered her a hand, and whispered under his breath, "Don't ask. Just sit down before I murder them.

She laughed softly, taking his hand as he led her to the table like she was royalty.

Jimin clutched his heart again.

"She even laughs like they've been married ten years already."

"Let's start planning the wedding," Taehyung said, biting into his toast.

Jungkook let out a long, suffering sigh.

But when YN leaned her head on his shoulder with a sleepy smile...

He smiled too.

Because even though they were driving him crazy-

He wouldn't trade this chaos for anything.

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Time skips.....

The Jeon Mansion looked nothing like its usual black-and-grey grandeur.

It had transformed into a sacred space of celebration.

The entire front garden was adorned in rich hues of red and gold, with white lotus flowers floating in clear bowls across the courtyard. Large traditional hanok-style decorations were arranged around the arched entrance, with elegant silk drapes flowing gently in the breeze. Lanterns with delicate calligraphy hung overhead, carrying blessings of "행복 (Happiness)" and "사랑 (Love)".

Inside, the air was laced with incense, cherry blossoms, and quiet excitement.

Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were walking around with clipboards in hand like two obsessive wedding planners. Jimin was dressed in a pastel peach hanbok with golden embroidery and an earpiece-like a true manager. Taehyung, wearing a deep emerald green hanbok with dragon symbols, was yelling at a florist about "petal balance."

"All petals must match the aura! Do you understand the assignment?" Taehyung insisted, dramatically sniffing a chrysanthemum.

Meanwhile...

Jungkook stood inside the traditional room, where the ceremony would take place. He was dressed in a royal deep blue hanbok, layered with golden embroidery that reflected his status. His long sleeves brushed against the intricate patterns of the floor, and his black hair was neatly tied half-up, adorned with a subtle ornament.

He looked regal. Serene. But inside-

His heart was thundering.

In the bridal room...

YN sat in front of a large mirror, dressed in a crimson red hanbok, the sleeves lined with soft gold. Her hair was styled into a traditional low chignon, with a gold binyeo (hairpin) delicately placed to hold it all together. On her forehead, a small red dot-the yeonji gonji-had been painted, signifying love and destiny.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes lined with a soft kohl. She looked breathtaking-like a bride from the Joseon era, yet entirely herself.

Just then, a knock on the door.

It opened gently.

"Grandpa?" she smiled.

He walked in slowly, wearing a light grey hanbok with soft blue edges, looking emotional but composed.

"You look... just like your mother," he said, voice cracking.

YN got up slowly.

"Grandpa..."

He held her hands gently, eyes misting. "I have something to tell you."

She looked at him curiously.

"That night... when I came back to the mansion. It wasn't your father who brought me there. It was Jungkook."

YN's breath caught.

"He found me. Convinced me. Protected me. And asked me to come back-not for him, but for you."

Her heart swelled.

"I didn't tell you before... because he made me promise. He didn't want credit. He just wanted you to be happy."

YN stared, lips trembling, then pulled her grandpa into a tight hug.

"Thank you... thank you for telling me this, Grandpa."

He patted her back gently, tears falling quietly.

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The Ceremony Begins

Traditional Korean music floated through the air, the gayageum strings creating a gentle rhythm.

The guests-all in hanboks-gathered quietly.

The paebaek table was prepared with stacks of traditional sweets, fruits, and wooden ducks symbolizing loyalty.

Jungkook stood near the wooden altar.

And then...

She appeared.

Escorted by her grandpa, YN walked through the silk curtain-her crimson hanbok flowing like poetry, her face covered with a sheer veil, hands clutching the delicate bouquet of white peonies.

Jungkook's breath hitched the second he saw her.

She was... radiant.

No guns. No blood. No revenge.

Just love.

They stood facing each other as the officiating priest began chanting soft traditional blessings, speaking of unity, respect, and destiny.

They bowed.

Once to the priest.

Once to each other.

Once to the heavens.

Then came the hapgeunrye-the ritual of joining hands. Their pinky fingers were tied together with a soft red silk ribbon, signifying that their souls were now connected.

The priest looked at Jungkook.

"You may kiss the bride."

The crowd stilled.

Jimin and Taehyung leaned forward with their hands dramatically pressed over their chests.

YN looked up at Jungkook, her eyes wide, her cheeks already flushed under the veil.

Jungkook gently lifted it.

Her lips trembled.

They had never kissed.

Not properly.

Not deeply.

Not like this.

But now, under the gaze of gods and stars and the family they built-

Jungkook leaned down slowly.

YN closed her eyes.

And his lips met hers.

Soft.

Warm.

Unhurried.

It wasn't just a kiss.

It was a vow.

That no matter how broken the past...

He chose her.

Now. Tomorrow. Forever.

The guests erupted into soft applause.

Jimin pretended to faint in Taehyung's arms.

Taehyung fanned his own face and muttered, "That's my baby brother, y'all."

Jimin snorted. "Shut up, emotional peacock."

Later that night, as the moon lit up the courtyard, and the laughter continued behind them, Jungkook pulled YN aside.

She looked up at him, fingers laced with his.

"Do you still think pink doesn't suit you?" she teased.

He smirked. "If it means becoming yours... I'll wear pink every day."

She smiled, resting her head against his chest.

And for the first time...

The Jeon mansion wasn't just a fortress.

It was a home.

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