Y/N-

As I sit by the window, watching the city lights twinkle against the night sky, I can't help but reflect on how much my life has changed. It feels like just yesterday when I met Taehyung—our constant bickering, the cold glares, the endless arguments. Who would have thought that the man I once disliked so much would become the love of my life?

Marriage with Taehyung wasn't something I had imagined, at least not in the beginning. It was unexpected, overwhelming even, but as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I found myself falling for him. Deeply. Madly. Completely.

Looking back, I realize how much he has changed too. The once distant and cold-hearted businessman now wraps me in warmth every time he holds me. He makes me feel safe, cherished, and adored in ways I never thought possible.

There was a time when I thought I understood love. I thought it was just about liking someone, about admiration. But love is so much more. It's about patience, trust, and companionship. It's about finding comfort in each other's presence and standing by each other even in the toughest of times.

Taehyung has shown me love in the most unexpected ways. The way he remembers the smallest details about me, the way he always makes sure I eat on time, the way he pulls me into his embrace as we sleep. His love is in the way he looks at me like I'm the only person in the world, the way he supports my dreams without hesitation, the way he whispers sweet nothings in my ear when he thinks I'm asleep.

The journey wasn't always easy. We had our fair share of misunderstandings, challenges, and difficult moments. But through it all, we chose each other, again and again.

Even Jungkook's return made me realize something important. What I felt for him in the past was just a fleeting admiration, a crush that never blossomed into something deeper. But what I feel for Taehyung? It's everything. It's love in its purest form.

My heart, my soul, my entire being belongs to him.

"Y/n," his deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn to see him standing by the doorway, his arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "What are you thinking about?"

I smile softly, reaching out my hand. He walks over and takes it, pulling me up and into his arms. "Just about us," I murmur against his chest.

His grip tightens around me, his warmth wrapping around my body like a protective shield. "Good things, I hope?" he teases, his lips brushing against my hair.

I tilt my head up to look at him. "The best things," I whisper.

His eyes soften, and he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. It's slow, full of emotion, as if he's trying to tell me everything he feels through the simple touch. When we pull away, he rests his forehead against mine.

"I love you," I finally say, letting the words slip from my lips effortlessly.

A flicker of surprise flashes in his eyes before it's replaced with something deeper—something more intense. "Say it again," he breathes.

I smile. "I love you, Taehyung. So much."

His arms tighten around me, and for the first time, I see vulnerability in his expression. As if he's finally allowing himself to believe that he is worthy of love. As if he's finally allowing himself to fully let me in.

"I love you too," he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

And just like that, everything feels right.

No more doubts. No more uncertainties. Just us, together, in love.

Forever.

TAEHYUNG-

As I sat in our bedroom, watching Y/n hum softly while organizing the bookshelf, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that had led us to this moment. It had been a journey—one filled with unexpected turns, misunderstandings, realizations, and, most importantly, love.

If someone had told me a year ago that I would be married to Y/n, that I would be utterly and hopelessly in love with her, I would have scoffed. Love was never something I had believed in. It had always seemed like a fragile illusion, something people clung to only to end up hurt in the end. But Y/n had changed everything. She had redefined what love meant for me.

Looking at her now, with her hair loosely falling over her shoulders, eyes shining as she arranged our shared space, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She had come into my life like a whirlwind, turning my structured and detached world upside down. She had taught me what it meant to care, to feel, to live.

I thought back to our initial days—the fights, the cold glares, the forced companionship. I had been so closed off, unwilling to acknowledge the warmth she tried to bring into my life. But despite my resistance, she never gave up. She had been patient, understanding, and so full of love that it slowly broke down every wall I had built around myself.

The way she looked at me now was different from how she used to. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just pure affection, the kind that made my heart clench in the best way possible. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"You're staring again, Mr. Kim," she teased, placing a book on the shelf before turning to face me.

"Can you blame me?" I smirked. "My wife is breathtaking."

She rolled her eyes but blushed nonetheless. "Smooth talker."

I pulled her closer, gazing into her eyes. "I mean it, Y/n. You changed my life in ways I never thought possible. I don't think I can ever go back to the man I was before you."

She softened, her hands resting against my chest. "I wouldn't want you to. The man you are now is the man I fell in love with."

Fell in love with. Those words still felt surreal to me. That she loved me, that I loved her. That I wasn't alone anymore. That I never would be.

We had come so far, overcoming our fears and uncertainties. Our marriage had started under unexpected circumstances, but it had become the most beautiful part of my life. Y/n had shown me that love wasn't about grand gestures or perfect moments. It was about the little things—the stolen glances, the quiet understanding, the unwavering support, and the comfort of knowing that no matter what, you had someone who would always be there.

I cupped her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. "You are my everything, Y/n. I hope you know that."

She smiled, her eyes glistening. "And you are mine."

Leaning in, I kissed her, pouring every emotion I felt into it—love, devotion, gratitude. She kissed me back with just as much passion, and in that moment, I knew there was nothing more I could ever want.

She was my home. My love. My forever.

JUNGKOOK-

As I stood by the large glass window of my apartment, staring out at the twinkling city lights, I couldn't help but reflect on everything that had happened. Life had taken an unexpected turn, one that I never saw coming, and yet, I had to accept it.

Y/n was married.

It had been months since I first saw her again after returning from the States. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I felt something inside me crack. She wasn't the same Y/n I had left behind. She had grown, evolved, and radiated a kind of happiness I had never seen before. The way she looked at Taehyung, the way she smiled when she spoke about him—it was all so different. It was love.

Real, undeniable love.

And I had lost my chance.

I exhaled deeply, gripping the glass of whiskey in my hand. I wasn't bitter anymore, at least I told myself that. There was no one to blame but me. When she had confessed her feelings to me years ago, I had rejected her, convinced that we wouldn't work because of our differences, our separate worlds. But now, looking back, I realized how foolish I had been.

Tzuyu had always told me I would regret it. I never took her words seriously back then. But she was right.

Y/n was my best friend, the one constant in my life, and at some point, she had become more than that. I had realized it too late.

The success party had been an eye-opener. Seeing Y/n and Taehyung together, the way she clung to his arm, the way he looked at her as if she was his entire world—it made something in my chest tighten. I wanted to believe it was just the protective best-friend side of me acting up, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.

I had feelings for her. I just never acknowledged them.

And now, I had to live with that truth.

Tzuyu had caught me staring at them that night. She pulled me aside and whispered, "You're still in love with her, aren't you?"

I didn't answer her. Because what was the point? The past couldn't be undone, and Y/n had moved on. She had Taehyung now, and I could see how deeply they loved each other. Taehyung wasn't just some man in her life—he was her home. And she was his.

For the first time in a long while, I felt like an outsider in her world.

I wasn't angry at Taehyung. In fact, a part of me was relieved. He was a good man, and he cherished Y/n in a way she deserved. I had no right to interfere, no right to feel jealous, no right to wish for something that was never mine to begin with.

I took a sip of my drink, allowing the bitterness to settle on my tongue.

Maybe this was for the best.

Maybe Y/n and I were never meant to be.

Maybe she was always meant to end up with Taehyung, and I was just a chapter in her story that had long been closed.

I placed my glass on the table and grabbed my phone. My fingers hovered over Y/n's contact for a moment before I finally typed out a message:

Jungkook: "I'm happy for you, Y/n. Truly. Take care of yourself and Taehyung. Always."

I hit send before I could second-guess myself.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed with her reply.

Y/n: "Thank you, Jungkook. You'll always be my best friend. I wish you happiness too."

I smiled softly, feeling a strange sense of closure wash over me. Maybe this was the ending I needed. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to move on, too.

With one last glance at the city outside, I turned off the lights and walked away, ready to embrace whatever came next.

THE END