His POV

I was kept looking at the watch you gave me as I watched the seconds go by, feeling they were poring like hours. My mind was a storm of jitters and expectation when Noah silently slipped in my room.

“The press is here,” he said in a gentle way that contrasted the chaos in my mind.

“I’m coming,” I affirmed, my tone being steady, although my heart was racing. I got up, crossed the room to the wardrobe. My fingers glided over several choices until they stopped on a blue suit—a color that always brought me in feeling of stability. I slowly put it on, adjusted the collar, and smoothed the creases trying to calm the nervous energy inside me.

Emma’s curious eyes met me as I came out of the room. “Why is the press here?” she asked, her voice sounding worried.
“You’ll know very soon,” I assured her with a nod. “Now, come with me.” I grabbed her hand and walked her to the grand foyer where the press was waiting for us.

As we entered the room, a flash of lights filled the room, and the whispers and questions buzzed around us. It felt like the air itself was throbbing with anticipation.

“I know you’re all asking, why I have brought you here at such an hour,” I started, my voice being firm, but still, filled with some emotion, which was hard for me to control. “Well, I wanted to use this chance to express my gratitude for someone very close to me.”

As the crowd leaned closer, they tuned in to each word. "Who is this person, and why do you want to thank them?" a journalist asked; her voice above the others.

"It's Emma," I said, turning slightly to face her. "And I want to thank her because she's the reason I can finally be with the person I love the most—my ex, Y/N." The name remained a burden on my chest, removing the years of silence. "I know you don't know who she is, but to me, she's my first and my last love."

Reaching the last line, my voice expressed my emotions to the very last person of the audience. Then, a daring voice yelled out through the emptiness, breaking the silence. "If you loved each other so much, then why did she become your ex?"

I swallowed hard, as the memories of my painful past came back to my mind. "Because of my father," I confessed, the bitterness of the truth heavy on my tongue. "He threatened her, forced her to leave me because he couldn't stand how much I loved her. But Emma saw it. Even though she knew that being with Y/N would mean a great loss to her own family, she told me the truth — without her second thought for herself. I've never met anyone as selfless, except for Y/N, of course. Tomorrow, Emma and I won't be tying the knot in marriage, but rather a bond of eternal friendship and business partnership. Therefore, I ask everyone who is doing businesses with Emma's father to stick around. You will be the ones who will miss out if you can't bear it to stay away from them then."

"So, you won't be getting married tomorrow?" the other journalist asked, but there was a little sense of confusion in his voice.

"Who said I wouldn't be getting married?" I said, with a small smile, a flicker of happiness crossing my otherwise serious manner. "I will be getting married tomorrow — to Y/N. I can no longer wait. Y/N, I know you are watching this. Come to the place where we have first met. You better remember where that is; don't be late." they all feel together in time.

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving the dazed people behind me as I drove off into the night.

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Her POV

As I watched the broadcast, disbelief and joy mixed in a whirlwind of emotions, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest. His words were still playing again and again in my head, like a song that I couldn't stop singing. I didn't think twice, I grabbed my stuff and ran to the place where it all started - our college, the place where our eyes first met, and where our hearts first recognized each other.

The tears streamed down my face, unstoppable, as I ran through the familiar campus. With each step, I got closer to him, to the moment I had dreamed of but never thought would come true.

Then I saw him.

He was there, actually the same as he looked three years ago, but somehow different, more mature, more grounded, but with the same spark in his eyes that had always drawn me to him. We were the only ones in the world, everything else seemed blurry.

“Kookie!” I called out, my voice wobbling with emotions and laughs.

He turned at the sound, his eyes lighting up as they found mine. I moved a step towards him, eager to bridge the gap between us when his voice froze me in my tracks.

“Stop,” he said angrily and with a gravity that made my heart stop.

I froze, uncertainty flushed over me.
“Not all lovers are meant to be together, right?” he asked, his voice full of emotion.

A half-smile pulled at my lips as I retorted, “Guess we’re not one of them.”
Before the weight of those words came down on me, I threw myself into his arms and hugged him with everything I had. It seemed like coming home after years of wandering lost.

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His POV

The moment you hugged me, it was just as if everything that I was struggling with, suddenly it was finished. I leaned in towards you, feeling the warmth of your body and breathing in the scent that only you could have.

When I pulled back, I put my hands on your face and memorized every single detail, every line, and every curve. I kissed your cheeks, your forehead, everything except for your lips. "I'm saving those for tomorrow," I whispered, my voice strained with the effort of holding back
.
You laughed and that lovely sound echoed between us. "Where is my wedding dress?" you asked with sparkling eyes and playfulness.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," I said, pretending to be innocent.

"Jungkook!" you shouted your exasperation, but the playfulness in your voice only made you more endearing.

"Just kidding. Everything's ready my love," I said to you and I could see the tension relax from your features.
You nodded your head in a satisfying way and said "Good. Now you should go home."
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"Actually" I said and stepped closer again "I was planning on staying at your place tonight."

"What! No! You have to go home," you said, but there was a flash of something else in your eyes.

"Why? Are you afraid you won't be able to resist me?" I said with a smirk on my face.

"Maybe" you replied with such a serious tone that it almost sounded real. But eventually, your smile broke through and you said "Now go. I need my beauty sleep."

"Fine," I said pretending to be tired, but in reality, my heart was aching for you. "But just so you know, tonight is the last night you sleep alone. From tomorrow from now, you belong to me forever," I said.

“I’ve always been yours,” you whispered, your voice soft but full of conviction.
“And I’ve always been yours,” I mirrored back while my heart was filled with the reality of those words.

Though unwilling, I had to leave because our separation was merely a short break and that was making me uneasy. As I was driving home, your voice already became a constant reminder of what was going on between us.

The next day, I got up with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The minutes felt like hours as I got ready for the moment I had been waiting for, every tick of the clock drawing me closer to it.

Overwhelmed with impatience, I swung my phone up and called you. You answered right away, as if you were expecting my call.

“Y/N, I miss you so much already,” I exclaimed, my voice mirroring the impatience.

“What? We saw each other this morning,” you interjected, a laughing sound in your voice.

“I know, but it seems far too long. I am just coming to your room. Open the door,” I called out, already leaving my room.

“No, Kookie! I’m changing,” you argued.

"That's fine, I don't mind watching," I teased, my grin expanding as your reaction became vivid in my mind.

“What!” you exclaimed, caught up between shock and a laugh.

“I’m coming. You better be quick because you know I can do some things that are really crazy,” I said, with a cheeky tone in my voice.

I hung up before you could argue, practically running to your room. When you finally opened the door, I became speechless.

There you were, in a white dress, hip and chest close-fitting cuts right where they should be. I gulped, as my entire world is shading to grey and you are consumed by it.

"You... you look amazing," I squeaked out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, just stop lying. I haven't put my makeup on yet." you replied with a smile that was a clear indication of your joy at the compliment.

"You don't need any," I emphasized, walking towards you. "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would realize how beautiful you truly are," I added.

"Really?" you asked as you came closer, your hands touching my neck.

"Yes, really," I assured you as my heart was beating faster when I felt your warmth.

You looked up at me and the mixture of affection and mischief in yout eyes, made you look so beautiful. "Well, you are looking quite good too."

You moved back in a hearty rolly-eye manner. "Why are you like this? You always turn a simple compliment into a joke. Can't you just accept a compliment?"

I chuckled, pulling you back to me again. "I do accept compliments yours only differ because they made me want to do things that we should not do now would you."

Your eyes drilled to mine, the two of us locking the mystery of forbidden attraction for no explicit speaker. "What exactly is it about my compliments that you are talking about?" you asked quietly.

“Everything,” I replied, my voice low, almost a growl. "When you say it, it feels real. It feels… like home.”

The space between them was loaded with tension, as if electric currents were running between them and through all unspoken words. I drew closer as our lips came nearer and nearer, ready to touch at any moment. It was like the entire world was breathless, just like us, as the time when we would finally allow our lips to meet was on the verge.

But then, a voice pierced our bubble of intimacy. "Can't you guys wait just a little bit?"

The two of us flinched, as if the loud noise had brought us out of our daze. Emma stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, a teasing smile on her lips.

I let out a groan in annoyance and brushed my fingers through my hair. “Couldn't you have been a bit more patient? Barely 5 minutes?” I asked, half-teasing and half-serious.

Emma laughed, gave her head a shake, and said, “I doubt even if I gave you guys some more time, you'd really finish by then. But the point is to wait. There's the whole night, in fact, the whole life after you get married. You can stay within your four walls of the bedroom without ever going out of it.

You pushed me playfully while your cheeks contain blush and laughter. “Kookie, please. Let me get ready in peace.”

“Ok, fine,” I said, raising my hands. “Fine; I will like it this way. But remember, after today, you’re all mine.”

“And you are mine too,” you softly have said looking at me so tenderly.

Even though my heart had finally been full, I walked hesitantly out of the room yearning for even more. The waiting was almost unbearable irritation, but I was aware that we go back each other will be better by waiting.

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One hour later, I found myself almost at the wedding altar with my heart beating in my chest. I was in a room full of guests, but all I could think about was you. The fingers on my right hand were nervously tapping on my leg, and every second felt like a century.
Then finally, the doors opened, and I saw you there.

You came into the room, and everyone was looking at you, but it seemed to me that you were the only person there. The veil that was draped over your face couldn't hide the happiness that was glowing from you.

You sweetly walked down the aisle and my breath was caught in my throat. We were the two people who loved each other the most in the whole wide world and with every step the love grew even more. It was like a dream, a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

Eventually, you came, and I raised your veil, exposing your face, which was wet with tears, and your eyes, which were bright with love and joy. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was the real moment, the one that you were really with me and that you were about to become mine forever.

We said our vows, filled with the words of promises we both intended to stick to, no matter what. However, when the priest finally uttered the words, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," I was not in the least bit hesitant.

I brought you near me, my hands were framing your face as I was about to kiss you, capturing your lips with a kiss that was both gentle and fierce, full of everything that I had been holding back for so long. The world started to disappear while we were engaged in that kiss, a promise of eternity that stayed with our lips.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, I whispered against your lips, "You're mine now, Y/N. Forever."

"And you are mine as well, Kookie. Always My Love," you said in a voice filled with love and conviction.

As we walked down the aisle, hand in hand, with our friends cheering around us, it was then that I realized that this was just the beginning. Our lives were now united, tied by love, trust, and the promise of the future together.

No more waiting. No more obstacles. We just came here, and we will be us, forever, for the rest of our lives.

THE END