“Taehyung, get your hands off me.” You swatted as his palms encasing your waist from behind, having constantly been clung to you the second you both arrived at the event in his Merc.

He insisted you both not have a driver tonight, wanting to personally drive his pretty lady to the event in order to boost some of his testosterone, large hand snug on your thigh the entire drive.

MEN.

You weren’t going to complain, it felt heavenly having Taehyung shower you with affection ever since you both left home, but it was slightly embarrassing watching people eye you both like you were insane. “People are looking, Taehyung, let go!” You hissed in a whisper, smiling politely at others while they flashed looks at you both.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m never letting you go.” Taehyung declared, chin resting on your shoulder as he smiled widely, feeling the most content he has in his life.

“For the love of God, I should’ve choked on your dick ages ago if you were gonna act like this, let go of me or I’ll elbow you, Kim.” You threatened, thinking he was cute but also trying to appear some sort of classy.

The event itself was ravishing, didn’t have the same elegance or baroque-styled charm your engagement party and Jimin’s gala had. It was rather a smaller space, just enough to fit a good 100 exclusive people with darker, ambient lighting and a snazzy feel to the place.

It nearly felt similar to the Great Gatsby but with toned down colours, spotting couples and people dressed in the cosplay theme of the event. You caught sight of common movie and show characters; Bonnie and Clyde, James Bond and one of his escapades, even spotting Gossip Girl’s Chuck and Blair.

The venue provided a large bar on the right when you entered, a dance floor designed in front of it with seating arrangements around. Off to the left of was a large enough common area with a stage, impressively decorated to fit the theme. It was honestly breath-taking, thinking you were going to whole-heartedly commend Seokjin and Namjoon.

You quite liked the smaller, more exclusive and less over-the-top scene than the last events you’ve attended, already in favour of tonight.

You forgot about Taehyung until you felt him finally release you, huffing a retort. “You admitted to liking it, Princess, watch when we get home.” He narrowed his eyes at you, returning his hard stare with your very own as you adjusted your purse on your shoulder.

He then suddenly attacked you like a predator does its prey, snatching you up from behind again as his lips playfully kissed at your neck, stuffing his face into your hair as you protested through struggling laughs. “Taehyung! Why are you being like this?” You giggled, “Are you trying to do something for potential press?”

Taehyung minutely deflated, thinking you were wrong. “No, I just want to hug my wife, is that so bad?” He remarked honestly with a cute laugh, continuing his shenanigans. You were no match for him at all, only left to endure his affectionate onslaught as two very familiar voices caught both your attention.

“Well would you look at that, arranging my son’s marriage was the best thing I ever did.”

“Our baby bear’s all grown up, what are we going to do, Jae-in?” You and Taehyung automatically let each other go, Taehyung clearing his throat as you fixed your hair, addressing his parents.  “Mom, I’ve um.. I’ve been grown up for a while now.”

“Of course you have, but you have a beautiful wife now!” Taehyung’s mother cheered delightedly, always having been such a warm person, convinced her son took after her.

“Good evening, Ari, how’ve you been, is your family well?” Taehyung’s father asked, you addressing him politely. “We’re all well, thank you for asking.”

You were just about to echo the question when Taehyung’s mother approached you, excitedly clasping your hands as she spoke. “How are you, Ari? Is my son treating you well?” You giggled ready to give an answer, though upon further inspection of you she beat you to the punch. “Why do you look a little paler, Ari? Are you now eating properly? Is your health alright?” She bombarded you with worried questions, softening at how naturally sweet she is.

“Ma, don’t be so invasive.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung.” You assured him, returning to his charming mom. “I’m doing well, Mrs. Kim. Taehyung treats me more than well.” You spoke with a wide smile, her immediately growing scandalized.

“Ah, my dear, you don’t need to call me Mrs. Kim at all. Call me Sa-ha!” She informed you with a gorgeous smile, thinking Taehyung was right when he said his parents are very good-looking. “That’s a beautiful name, just like you.” You complimented genuinely, taken by her beauty.

“Oh no, my love, you’re so much more gorgeous.” She praised you, her delicate hands coming up to cradle your face, speaking earnestly. “You’re such a pretty girl, look at your eyes and lips! Your hair is just the softest too, now isn’t it..” She trailed, her hands maneuvering to lightly smooth over your hair, and you couldn’t help but think she felt.. like a mom.

A mom you never had.

Your eyes wouldn’t leave her, overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude you could never begin to express. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim.”

“There she goes again, you know what? If it’s comfortable with you.. you could always call me Mom.” She peered gingerly into your eyes, gauging your reaction with her hands holding your hair, and you felt yourself instantly choke up at the notion. Your eyes watered, fighting back the urge to cry as you simply smiled at her, nodding lightly.

“Of course.. Mom.” Your throat clogged up, mere seconds from giving away until you felt Taehyung’s palm find the small of your back, stepping closer as he rubbed reassuringly. You snapped your vision to him, finding him instead looking towards his father. “Father, shouldn’t the best thing you’ve ever done been taking over the company? That wasn’t very Kim-like of you.” He joked, drawing attention away from you.

“Yah, you’re my pride and joy, anytime you’re happy is the best thing that happens to me.” Taehyung’s father kisses his teeth playfully, folding his arms as he shook his head.

You all chuckled at him, endeared by the words. “Ah, if only I grow up to be a father like that.” Taehyung commended him for the sole purpose of it, though Taehyung’s mother immediately beamed. “Oh! Speaking of you being a father, when am I going to see my beautiful grandchildren?”

You and Taehyung simultaneously choked.

He coughed out nervously next to you, hand still resting at your back while you swallowed thickly. “Mother.. I believe we’re um, quite young for that.” He got out, you nodding along.

“Y-yes, mom, we still have time as a couple, you know?” You offered. 

“I suppose so.” Taehyung’s mother acquiesced. “Though you’re both very good-looking, your children would be gorgeous!” She mused, wholly endeared as she regarded you two and you didn’t know whether to choke on your spit again or like the idea of having babies with Taehyung.

Your mind then flashed to Taehyung as a father, finding the scene too adorable for your own good so you threw the idea away, refocusing on the group. Just when you were going to return to the conversation, you felt your phone buzz in your purse, exclaiming upon realization

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I’m getting a call.” You informed politely, Taehyung’s parents waving you off that it’s okay “Ah, go for it, Ari, we’ll be around.” His father assured you and you all split off.

Taehyung followed after you fishing for your device, displaying the screen only to be completely caught off guard. “What?” You pressed the green call button of an unknown number, voice inquisitive as you answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby sister.”

You froze, all hell practically freezing over because you had to be insane hearing your brother’s voice of all people.

“What the fuck? Yoongi? Why are you calling me from a random number?” You were entirely shocked, eyebrows furrowed beyond belief as to why he’s suddenly calling you.

“I can’t use my U.S number here, loser.” He drawled on the other end, only adding to your confusion.

“Here? What do you mean here?”

“Turn around, shortstack.” Your eyebrows shot up, feeling like a deer caught in headlights as you swiveled around hesitantly. Your eyes then feel to none other than your glass-skinned, gummy-smiled brother across the dance floor from you, your mouth falling completely agape.

“No way, no fucking way.” You brought a disbelieving hand to your mouth, in complete shock as you heard Yoongi laugh on the other end, able to see his cat-like eyes creasing while he regarded you, holding his phone to his ear.

You turned back around and looked at Taehyung in pure wonderment, pointing towards Yoongi. “He’s real, right? You see him too?”

Taehyung bit back a knowing smile, breaking out into a chuckle. “Yes, you genius, go to him.”

You abruptly ended the call and rushed over to Yoongi in a hurry, heels clacking as you swung your arms excitedly around his neck, feeling him wrap around you and slightly lift you off the floor.

“Yoongi! Holy shit, it’s you, it’s actually you!” You cheered, Yoongi mirroring your happiness in his own hold.

“And you’re surprisingly not a hologram.” He joked, setting you down on the ground as you felt Taehyung’s presence settle behind you. “But I missed you like hell, baby sister.”

“Shut up, I missed you way more.” Your smile would not leave your face, uberly glad to see your brother again. “What the hell are you doing back in Korea? And at an event like this?”

“Actually, that’s another-”

“Surprise!” Your then eyes lit up at suddenly seeing your father turn around and reveal himself, mirroring the same stupid grins you and Yoongi also had.

“Oh my God, dad!” You beamed, finding him for an embrace as he returned it tenfold.

You were utterly blown away, a million questions racing through your mind. “What are you- how did you both-what are you guys doing here?”

Your father and Yoongi laughed sheepishly at your priceless reaction. “We planned it after you called me, Ari” Your father informed, his hand then resting on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I contacted your brother and we worked it out, though the man who pulled it all together would actually be the one right here.” Your father then extended his other hand towards none other than Taehyung, throwing another surprise your way you had absolutely no clue about.

Your eyes blew out watching Taehyung smile shyly, shaking your father’s hand like an old companion as he neared him. “The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Min.”

“Aish, you’re my son-in-law, call me Father, will you?” Your father laughed heartily, making Taehyung laugh as well and you momentarily adored the way his cheeks reminded you of bread.

“So I’m finally meeting the man who lives with my kid sister, nice knowing you through more than just Google and some phone calls.” Yoongi playfully scrutinized Taehyung with an extended hand, Taehyung meeting him in the middle with a firm handshake.

“And I’m finally meeting the Min Yoongi who has the entire New York architecture scene gravelling at his feet. Nice knowing I get to call a genius with the Midas touch my brother-in-law.” Taehyung flattered your brother suavely, just about to roll your eyes until you watched Yoongi’s usually mellow self crack an amiable chuckle.

“I like you, Kid.”

You were only left to watch the entire wholesome scene unfold before you, still clouded with a million unanswered questions. “All of you, hold on a second. The three of you goddamn planned this together?”

They all simply snickered together like friends, you practically gawking at your father, older brother and husband’s audacity to hide this from you.

“After your call, Ari.” Your father began. “I felt.. terrible about what your mother did. I didn’t want to only visit you when I got back to Korea, so it felt like a miracle when Taehyung got in touch with me thinking we could get your brother back home, have us all together.”

“But-but Yoongi, how’d you even get him here?” You were still trying to process when, how and why in God’s name Taehyung contacted your father, but you needed immediate answers to explain your brother’s usually absent presence.

Said man then perked up next to your father. “Dad made arrangements to give me a few days off, Taehyung easily got me an exclusive invite from his friends Namjoon and Seokjin, even made it so that I had some business with him to visit back home.” You couldn’t even fathom Taehyung somehow did this all behind the scenes, wholly taken by the sentiment. Not only that, but it was great to see your older brother you’ve always admired so much in a perpetual state of smiling, having missed him for the last few years.

“I can’t believe this, I haven’t seen you in 4 years, Yoonie.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, realizing through all this good energy alone how much you missed your family.

Yoongi immediately exclaimed. “Yah, don’t do that to me. Don’t you dare cry.” Yoongi pulled you into a supportive side-hug, speaking earnestly. “Of course I’d come for you, what mom did..” He paused, sighing out heavily.

“She wasn’t right for that. I’m sorry, Ari,I’m sorry I’m not here for you like old times, but I’m here now, and..” Yoongi struggled to get this sentence out, knowing how seldom he openly expressed his love for the people closest to him, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“C’mon, dear older brother, spit it out or else I’ll start crying.” You nudged him playfully, and he whined through a laugh.

“Ah, I love you, okay? Jheez, making me embarrass myself in front of your damn husband.” Yoongi drawled, his attention then directed towards both you and Taehyung. “Sorry about not attending the wedding, by the way. I tried to make it but a lot came up, and jet lag would’ve killed me.” Yoongi apologized to the pair of you, catching Taehyung off guard.

“Oh, don’t sweat it at all. Jet lag’s a bitch, I would’ve skipped my own wedding.” Taehyung made you all laugh wholesomely, bringing a smile to your face. Your brother let you go and you fit into Taehyung’s side like a puzzle piece, the crown of your head leaned against his chest.

The moment was pure and blissful until somebody’s familiar brawny frame hooked onto Taehyung’s shoulder from behind, exclaiming almost humourously. “Tae, is it finally our cue? I can’t drink this stupid Cosmo anymore.” Jungkook appeared from behind him, holding out his pretty drink with a disapproving look. “I don’t know why Jimin gave me this, Vodka isn’t my thing.”

“That’s cause you asked to taste it, Jungkook.” Jimin’s soft figure wasn’t too far behind him, shortly joined by Namjoon and Seokjin just after.

“Oh thank God, you guys finally made it.” Seokjin sighed relieved. “I was thinking you were ditching our event.”

Namjoon laughed next to him. “I actually took them for the fashionably late type, so I bet on it.”

You and Taehyung grew mutually scandalized, mirroring each other’s question. “You bet on us?”

Namjoon pulled his lips back guiltily, trying to save himself. “It was Hobi’s idea, not mine.” You were then interrupted by Seokjin suddenly calling out for him by the bar. “Hob-ah, come here!”

It wasn’t long before the dazzling Jung Hoseok came waltzing in, drink in hand as his eyes set on the both of you, his face automatically falling. “Ah man, I gotta give Joon his damn 50 now.” Hoseok shook his head disapprovingly, Taehyung’s offended remark following just after.

“Hyung..”

Hoseok only waved him off. “Good thing you guys made it, Jin-hyung was close to popping a vein if you two didn’t show.”

“This event is highly exclusive, okay? It would suck if our own best friends weren’t here.” Seokjin defended, your heart melting a little at him referring to you as a best friend.

“Ah, here’s the rag-tag group of brilliant CEO’s running the future of our economies.” You father mused proudly, regarding all the men as highly as possible.

“Seriously an honour to meet you again, Mr. Min. We’d be pretty lost without your brilliant work.” Jimin extended his hand towards your father, commending him along with the other guys joining in like they knew him, and you grew confused. “Wait, you all know my dad?”

“Jagiya, your father’s designed buildings for all of our companies.” Taehyung explained softly, his palm snug on your waist.

“No way, you all have connections?” You were caught by surprise.

“Indeed we do, not to mention your famous brother. Pleasure to meet you after years, Mr. Min.” Jungkook put forth his hand for our brother, greeting him humbly as the others similarly mused, causing Yoongi to wave everyone off.

“Ah, all of you are equally successful, call me Yoongi and don’t flatter me.” Yoongi grew slightly flustered, smiling shyly.

“But you let Taehyung flatter you?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Eh, the kid isn’t so bad.” He shrugged, and the group snickered good-naturedly. His attention then fixated on you and Taehyung entangled together. “Though speaking of Taehyung, I’m highly intrigued to hear you call my baby sister Jagiya right before my eyes, Kim.” He playfully scrutinized him, clicking his tongue. “Testing the waters so soon when we have yet to have our talk about the way you should treat my sister, a brave man.”

“Aish, Yoongi, don’t pester the kid. He takes good care of your sister, you wouldn’t be here if he didn’t call me about it.” Your father defended Taehyung, causing him to freeze up like a deer in headlights next to you, laughter spilling from the group.

And just when you thought that was the end of all surprises, you suddenly felt someone sling their arm over your shoulder, met by a gleeful voice you knew all too well. “And me! Seriously, I was looking for the perfect timing and stood behind you like an idiot, but surprise!” Hana cheered next to you, you instantly wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re kidding me, you’re here too, Hana?”

“The one and only, I remember the good ol’ Kim brothers from your wedding. Still have our secret on lock, right, boys?” She pointed at her eyes then theirs, eyeing them all knowingly, and chuckling upon remembering why she exactly knows them.

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Taehyung grew acutely confused, and you all snickered hilariously at him not knowing a single thing.

“Business world, Captain hard stare, smaller than you think. Thanks for the call, by the way.” Hana saluted Taehyung as her attention then fixed onto your father. “Mr. Min! I haven’t seen you since the wedding, did you finally use those green tea masks I told you about? Your skin looks great.”

“Ah, I can only count on my dear Hana to notice such a detail.” You dad mused with a good-natured smile, meeting your best friend for a snug side hug. “Bring your parents around sometime, will you? I feel old among all you kids.”

“Oh please, you know my parents adore Greece in the winter, Mr. Min. And you don’t look a day over 40, don’t sweat a thing with us kids.” Hana’s bright energy along with your father’s naturally sent the group into fits of chatting, you instead watching her eyes attentively fix onto Yoongi. “Hey, Yoongs.”

“Hey, Hana.” Yoongi smiled in that one impish way, gently hugging her to him.

They detached from another after a lingering second and stood shyly, watching them venture off into mindless chatter as your brother scratched the back of his neck and Hana did that dumb thing where she tucked her hair behind her ear.

You rolled your eyes, waiting for the God given day they stop being the classic ‘will-they-or-won’t-they’ couple and just get married already.

“Mr. Min-I mean, Father, my parents actually attended as well, they’re around here somewhere if you’d like to meet them.” Taehyung offered up for him.

“Ah, yes, I believe I saw them arrive here. I’ll find them and we’ll probably call it a night after the auction, us old people just aren’t young enough anymore.” Your father joked, causing you and Taehyung to giggle with him.

You couldn’t help the stupid smile that was gracing your face, in utter awe of how much love you could feel in this group. You were completely taken thinking your father and brother planned this somehow, wanting to mutually remedy the damage your mother had done, and you felt grateful that despite her treatment of you, you had a wonderful family.

And the most crucial addition to that family was the very man holding you, having somehow been the mastermind behind it all.

You looked up at Taehyung, your hand against his chest like usual, watching him animatedly talk with his friends trying to convince them you were, in fact, still Jane Smith even if your fake thigh holster was hidden underneath your lowered leg slit.

Taehyung was distracted, so he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you regarded him, your arms fitting around him tighter as you nestled closer, his soothing, masculine scent hitting you the same as it always has.

And you felt his comforting arms find purchase around you like they always have.

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