That night, after the house had finally gone quiet and the playful battle between father and son had ended, Jungkook and YN were left alone in their little world.

Years had passed, their love had changed and grown, but one thing remained the same.

Jungkook still looked at her like she was his first love.

He gently held her close, pressing a soft kiss against her lips before wrapping his arms around her, cherishing the warmth and comfort they had always found in each other.

The night passed with quiet whispers, laughter, and the peaceful intimacy of two people who had spent years choosing each other every single day.

The next morning, golden sunlight slipped through the curtains.

YN was still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful.

Jungkook had already woken up. He lay beside her, quietly admiring the woman who had changed his life.

The woman who taught him that after pain, there could be love.

Slowly, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

YN's eyes fluttered open.

The first thing she saw was her husband smiling at her.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jungkook whispered.

A soft smile appeared on her face.

"You know," she said quietly, reaching up to touch his cheek, "sometimes I wonder how I got this lucky."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"Lucky?"

She nodded.

"Yes. To have you."

Her eyes softened.

"To have Jia and Jeongguk."

She smiled even brighter.

"My three most precious people."

For a moment, Jungkook became silent.

Even after all these years, her words affected him the same way they did when they were younger.

He took her hand and kissed it gently.

"No, YN," he whispered. "I'm the lucky one."

She laughed softly.

"Still arguing after all these years?"

"Always."

"Even when you're old?"

"Especially when I'm old."

That made her laugh, and Jungkook pulled her into his arms again.

Outside their bedroom, the house was slowly waking up.

Soon, Jia's calm voice and Jeongguk's loud complaints would fill the halls again.

Their peaceful morning would turn into another day of chaos.

And neither of them would trade that chaos for anything.

Because this wasn't just a mansion anymore.

It was a home.

A home built by a man who once came seeking revenge...

and stayed because he found love.

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Time was strange.

It had taken away pain, old wounds, and memories that once haunted them.

But in return, it gave them something much more precious.

A family.

One morning, everyone was gathered in the living room when Jeongguk suddenly entered holding his phone with a serious expression.

Jungkook looked up from his newspaper.

"Why do you look like you're planning a crime?"

"Appa!" Jeongguk gasped. "I got that from you."

Jia, who was reading beside him, looked over her book.

"Unfortunately, he did."

YN immediately laughed while Jungkook looked offended.

"Wow. No respect for your father."

Jeongguk ignored them and stood in front of everyone.

"I have an announcement."

"Are you finally moving out?" Jungkook asked hopefully.

"Appa!"

"Okay, okay. Continue."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

"We haven't taken a proper family photo in years. We have thousands of random pictures, but not a professional one. So today, we are going to have a family photoshoot."

The room became silent.

Jungkook looked at his son softly.

Behind all his mischievousness, Jeongguk had a heart that cared deeply for his family.

"I like that idea," YN said with a smile.

Jia closed her book and nodded.

"Me too."

A few hours later, the Jeon family stood in the garden.

The photographer adjusted the camera while Jungkook and YN stood in the center.

Jia stood beside her mother gracefully.

Jeongguk stood beside his father, trying to copy his serious expression.

The photographer smiled.

"Everyone look at the camera."

Click.

The first picture was perfect.

Too perfect.

So naturally, Jeongguk ruined the next one.

At the last second, he made a funny face.

"Jeon Jeongguk!" Jia shouted.

"I'm making memories!"

"You are destroying memories!"

Jungkook covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Actually, I think he inherited that drama from his mother."

YN turned to him.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, my wife."

For the next picture, Jeongguk suddenly hugged YN from one side.

"Mom is mine."

Jungkook immediately moved closer and wrapped his arm around YN.

"Your mother is my wife."

"Oh no," Jia whispered to the photographer. "Not this battle again."

The photographer laughed.

"Honestly, this is the most entertaining family I've ever photographed."

Then came the final photo.

No poses.

No instructions.

Jungkook had his arm around YN.

YN was laughing at something Jeongguk said.

Jeongguk was teasing Jia.

Jia was pretending to be annoyed, but the smile on her face gave her away.

Click.

The camera captured the most beautiful picture of all.

Not perfection.

Not a carefully planned pose.

But love.

Years ago, Jungkook entered Choi Mansion with revenge in his heart.

He never expected to leave with a wife who healed him, children who became his world, and a home filled with laughter.

And looking at the photograph, everyone knew one thing.

Some families are born by blood.

Some are built by love.

And the Jeon family was built by both.

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The End.