79. Deja vu

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Today, the usually calm Kim manor was shaken by chaos.

For Kim Jimin's Engagement party!

The grand hall had transformed into an arena of activity as staff rushed to prepare for the big event. The space was filled with the sound of footsteps, chatter and the rustling of fabric and flower petals.

Decorators were everywhere, arranging delicate garlands of blush pink and white flowers. They moved swiftly, draping the flowers across the tables and hanging them from the high ceilings, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The crystal chandeliers above sparkled in the soft light, their radiant glow reflecting off every surface in the room.

A large stage had been set up at the far end of the room, its background decorated by a combination of white and pink drapes, adorned with more soft flowers.

Soomin stood at the centre of the commotion, her sharp eyes scanning every detail. She walked toward a group of decorators arranging flowers on a large table.

"These flowers need more greenery," she pointed at the arrangements. Her gaze swept over the delicate blooms and ferns. The decorators immediately nodded and began adjusting the arrangements.

Soomin gave a brief nod of approval before moving to the next section of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. She surveyed a long row of candles, each in simple glass holders. Her face tightened as she assessed them, clearly not satisfied with their understated design.

"These candles—they're too plain. I want gold holders, something with a little more elegance. Go to the storage room and get the gold holders we used for the last event. We need to make a statement here."

The staff members around her scrambled to comply. One of the assistants rushed to her side, "Of course, right away, Mrs. Kim. We'll make sure they're perfect."

The lady didn't wait for any more responses. She had already moved on to another part of the room.

Yeonjun strolled into the grand hall. "Do we really need this many candles?" he teased, gesturing to the rows of golden holders lining the tables.

"Feels like we're lighting the way for royalty."

"Which is exactly the point," Soomin shot back without looking up from her clipboard. "Now, either help or stop distracting the staff."

Yeonjun chuckled, leaning casually against a pillar as he observed the busy scene around him. The decorators continued their work, carefully arranging the golden candle holders exactly where Soomin had instructed, while the staff scurried about, adjusting tablecloths and hanging delicate floral garlands.

"Fine, fine, I'll help," he said with a dramatic sigh, straightening his suit and brushing invisible dust off his sleeve.

On the other end of the grand hall, Taehyung stood with his back straight as he surveyed the preparations around him. His eyes moved swiftly across the room, tracking each detail.

"Double-check the seating chart for the elders," he said to one of the event coordinators, his voice cutting through the noise of the room. "Make sure the elderly guests are seated at the prime spots, where they can see the stage without obstruction."

The coordinator nodded quickly, pulling out a tablet to confirm the arrangement. Taehyung's gaze never left him as the young man made adjustments, his sharp eyes catching even the smallest mistake.

He had no patience for errors, especially when it came to family matters like this.

He turned, moving to the opposite side of the hall, his long strides matching the quiet power he exuded. A few staff members straightened as he passed, instinctively recognizing the authority in his every movement.

Taehyung was not someone who needed to shout or make grand gestures to be heard; his very presence commanded respect.

"Ensure the pathway to the stage is clear," he continued as he spoke to another member of the staff. "I don't want any last-minute surprises or obstacles."

The staff member nodded, quickly scribbling notes to keep up with Taehyung's rapid-fire instructions. Taehyung stood, still in the same spot by the entrance, never moving more than necessary, but always watching, always observing.

In the garden,

The Kim Manor garden was bustling with activity, the air fragrant with the sweet aroma of freshly arranged flowers. Long banquet tables were being set with delicate china and sparkling silverware, while staff moved about, arranging food displays under a canopy of blooming trees.

Jungkook stood by a row of flower arrangements near the threshold of the garden, her sleeves rolled up slightly as she adjusted a bouquet of white lilies. Her lips pursed in concentration as she fluffed a stray petal, making sure it sat just right. Nearby, Minjun was crouched in the grass, poking at a small patch of wildflowers with a stick.

"Minjun, don't uproot them," Jungkook said without turning, her tone gentle but firm.

"I'm not," he replied innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eye betrayed him.

"Jungkook!" Grandma Kim called, her sharp eyes scanning the garden before settling on her granddaughter-in-law. She walked toward them.

Jungkook quickly rose to her feet, brushing off her dress and giving a polite bow. "Yes, Grandma?"

"Well, it's good you're here. I have something important for you to handle."

Jungkook straightened, curiosity crossing her features. "Of course. What do you need me to do?"

Grandma gestured toward the rows of floral arrangements lining the garden. "These flowers need more attention. Some of them don't look fresh enough, and I want everything to be perfect for tonight." Her tone was firm, brooking no argument.

"Please oversee the flower arrangements and make sure they're up to par. Also, check the food stations while you're at it. The last thing we need is something out of place."

Jungkook nodded, already mentally organizing her tasks. "I'll handle it, Grandma," she promised.

"I know you will," Grandma said with a kind smile. She reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jungkook's ear. "You've got such a good eye for these things. And don't worry—if it gets too much, call for help. But... maybe don't call for Minjun," she added with a teasing glance at the boy.

"Grandma!" Minjun protested, though his laughter betrayed him.

Grandma chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling with affection. "Just teasing, my little troublemaker. But do try to behave, hmm?" She patted his head one last time before turning back to Jungkook. "Thank you, dear. I'll check back in a while. Take care of yourself too—don't overwork."

Grandma turned and walked back toward the manor. As soon as Grandma was out of earshot, Minjun's grin widened. "Does this mean I get to play with the flowers?"

Jungkook shot him a warning look, though there was a trace of amusement in her eyes. "No. It means you'll carry petals and stay out of trouble. Got it?"

Minjun pouted dramatically but grabbed the hem of her dress again, trailing behind her as they moved toward the flower arrangements.

The garden was a sight to behold, with rows of vibrant blossoms in every color imaginable. The sun cast a golden glow over the scene, making the petals shimmer like jewels. Jungkook crouched down to inspect a bouquet of lilies, adjusting their position and fluffing the surrounding greenery to create a fuller look.

Just as they were finishing up, a voice interrupted them.

"Wow, the little florist and her apprentice," Yeonjun teased, strolling into the garden with an easy grin. His sharp suit was slightly undone, the top button of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up as if he'd already tired of the formal attire.

Jungkook sighed. "What do you want, Yeonjun?"

Yeonjun pressed a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "Is that any way to greet your charming brother-in-law? I was just coming to see if you needed help."

Jungkook rolled her eyes, her hands still busy adjusting the roses in a vase. "I don't need your kind of help, brother-in-law," she said, emphasizing the title with a smirk. "And shouldn't you be busy in work or something?"

Yeonjun leaned casually against a nearby table, his grin widening. "Ah, but you're my favorite. Can't I take a moment to bask in your hardworking glory?"

Jungkook stood, brushing her hands off and giving Yeonjun a look. "If you're here to joke around, don't. I've got actual work to do."

Yeonjun straightened and clapped his hands together. "Work? You mean arranging flowers and babysitting this little rascal?" He pointed at Minjun, who was now sneakily trying to swipe a petal from the nearby basket.

Minjun puffed up his chest. "I'm helping!"

"Of course you are," Yeonjun said, crouching to Minjun's level. "And are you also the one making sure the roses are as beautiful as her?"

He winked, glancing up at Jungkook with a teasing smile. Jungkook's cheeks reddened slightly, but she quickly turned away, busying herself with the next arrangement.

"Don't you have anything better to do, Yeonjun?"

"Not really," he replied breezily, reaching out to pluck a single flower from the vase she'd just finished. "Although I have to admit, these flowers are lucky—they get to be arranged by you."

Jungkook swatted his hand, snatching the flower back. "If you don't stop messing up my work, maybe I should just tell your brother about your so-called flirting. I'm sure he'd love to hear all about it."

For a split second, Yeonjun's grin faltered and his eyes darted toward the manor as if expecting Taehyung to appear out of nowhere.

Then he recovered, smirking again but with less confidence. "You always call for Taehyung brother when things get interesting. What's he going to do, frown me to death?"

Jungkook crossed her arms, tilting her head with a knowing smirk. "You think that's all he'll do? You clearly haven't seen him in full protective-husband mode."

Yeonjun snorted, though the slight shift in his posture betrayed his unease. "Please, SIL. Taehyung might be intimidating to most people, but to me, he's just my too-serious brother. I'm not scared of a glare."

Minjun gasped. "Uncle Taehyung's glares are super scary! He looks like this!"

The boy scrunched up his face, trying to imitate Taehyung's sharp, serious expression, only to dissolve into giggles a moment later.

Jungkook smiled at Minjun's antics before throwing a pointed look at Yeonjun. "You know, he doesn't even need to glare. One word from him, and suddenly everyone's bending over backward to fix whatever he doesn't like. Including annoying brothers-in-law who mess with their sister-in-law's flower arrangements."

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, trying to regain his bravado. "Okay, let's say you tattle on me. What's he going to do? Make me rearrange all these flowers?" He gestured at the perfectly lined bouquets with a dismissive wave.

Before Jungkook could answer, Yeonjun's phone buzzed in his pocket. He held up a finger dramatically, signaling Jungkook to wait. "Hold that thought, SIL."

He retrieved his phone, glanced at the screen—only to freeze. His bravado drained from his face in an instant, replaced by a look of pure panic.

The name flashing on the screen:

Big Bro.

Jungkook bit her lip to stifle a laugh as Yeonjun's hand trembled slightly.

Jungkook arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You were saying about not being scared?"

"I-I'm not scared," Yeonjun stammered, hesitating to pick up the phone as it continued to vibrate insistently. "It's just... He has that tone, you know? The tone that makes you rethink all your life choices in ten seconds."

Yeonjun sighed in defeat, reluctantly picking up the phone. He cleared his throat, attempting to steady his voice before answering. "H-Hello,"

On the other end of the line, Taehyung's deep, no-nonsense voice immediately cut through the air.

"Yeonjun, where are you?"

Yeonjun flinched, his earlier bravado entirely dissolved. "Uh... In the garden... Helping sil!" he stammered, shooting a pleading glance at Jungkook, who was watching with a smirk.

"Helping? I need you at the front hall. There's an issue with the delivery schedule for the table settings and I don't have time for their excuses. Sort it out. Now."

"Y-Yes! Right away!" Yeonjun blurted, standing up straighter as if Taehyung could see him through the phone.

"And don't think I didn't notice you sneaking away earlier. If I hear about you causing trouble instead of working, we'll have a conversation you won't enjoy."

Yeonjun's face paled, his free hand gripping the phone tighter. "Of course, Brother! No trouble! Just... fully dedicated to helping, I promise!"

Taehyung's silence on the other end was deafening and Yeonjun swallowed hard. After a pause, Taehyung added,

"Good. Make yourself useful. I expect results."

Before Yeonjun could respond, the call ended with a sharp click. He lowered the phone slowly, his shoulders sagging as if all the energy had been drained from him.

"Troubled?" Jungkook teased, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a laugh.

Yeonjun shot her a glare, though it lacked its usual fire. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

"Maybe," Jungkook said, picking up another flower. "What was that you said earlier? Something about not being scared of him?"

Minjun burst out laughing. "Uncle Yeonjun was scared! Uncle Taehyung's voice is like thunder!"

Yeonjun ruffled the boy's hair in an attempt to save face. "Thunder? Please. I'm not scared. It's called respect for elder brother. Big difference."

"Sure," Jungkook said with a wink. "Respect. We'll go with that."

Yeonjun sighed, tugging at his collar. "I better get to the front hall before he sends a search party for me."

As he hurried off, Minjun tugged on Jungkook's dress, grinning. "Uncle Yeonjun is funny, but Uncle Taehyung is definitely the boss!"

Jungkook chuckled, arranging another bouquet. "You've got that right, Minjun."

Jungkook moved briskly down the hallway, her heels tapping softly against the polished marble floor. She barely noticed the sound, her mind racing through an endless list of tasks. The roses in her hands weigh more with each step as she mentally checked off items on her to-do list.

Food stations? Check.

Seating arrangements? Almost done.

Flowers in the garden? I hope they're perfect.

Her fingers curled around the edges of the plate, adjusting the positioning of the blooms slightly. Her other hand instinctively smoothed the front of her dress, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle.

I can't believe I'm running around like this...

Jungkook's thoughts were racing as she moved swiftly through the manor, her eyes scanning the to-do list on her mind, then, her wristwatch catching her attention. She glanced down quickly, calculating how much time she had left before everything had to be set up. But just as she did, her heel caught on the edge of the carpet and before she could steady herself, the rose plate slipped from her hands.

A soft gasp escaped Jungkook's lips as the flowers flew from the plate, their delicate petals swirling through the air like a burst of colorful confetti.

Time seemed to stretch, her heart thudding in her chest as she felt herself losing balance. Her body tipped forward, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. And then, just as the ground seemed to rush up to meet her, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close into a warm embrace.

Her breath hitched as she found herself pressed against a warm chest. The musky scent of his cologne mingled with the delicate aroma of the flowers, sending a soft shiver through her.

Jungkook instinctively reached for him, her hands sliding across the firm fabric of his shirt. Her fingers curled into the material, gripping him. Her cheek brushed lightly against his chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath beneath her, each inhale sending a flutter through her own chest.

Her hands slid up to rest on his arms, feeling the strength in his embrace as he held her close, one hand resting lightly on her back, the other gently cupping her waist.

Above them, the petals of the flowers continued to float. The soft petals fluttered around them, like tiny drops of magic falling from the sky. The petals danced in the soft light of the manor, and in that moment, it felt as though the world had slowed down, leaving only the two of them.

Some petals landed lightly in Jungkook's hair while others clung to Taehyung's broad shoulders, against the dark fabric of his blazer.

Jungkook tilted her head slightly, her breath catching as her eyes met his—dark and endless, like charcoal polished to a deep sheen. His gaze held hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken, the warmth of his eyes softening the sharp lines of his face. Her lips parted slightly, an unconscious reaction to the overwhelming closeness.

Taehyung, too, seemed to still, as if absorbing the moment.

His arms tightened around Jungkook slightly, his fingers brushing against her dress, wanting to make sure she was alright. His hand against the small of her back sent a warm shiver through her, and she could feel the slight tremor in his touch.

Jungkook wondered if he, too, was caught in the same gentle current of tenderness that enveloped them both.

The silence was deep, the petals settled at their feet, painting the ground with hues of red and pink. The faint fragrance of roses, mingled with Taehyung's familiar musk, felt oddly nostalgic to Jungkook. Her chest tightened as a memory surfaced—an almost-forgotten echo of the day they first met.

Taehyung's eyes, too, softened, his lips curving into a faint smile.

"Déjà vu,"

Jungkook laughed softly. "You remember?"

"How could I forget?" Taehyung replied, his gaze locking with hers. "A crowded street. An uneven path. And suddenly, someone crashed into me like a whirlwind."

Jungkook's cheeks warmed as the memory unfolded in her mind. She had been walking through a bustling marketplace, distracted by Ara who was standing at the another of the road. Her attention had slipped, her steps faltering on a broken stone. Before she knew it, she had stumbled forward, colliding with a stranger—a tall man who had caught her effortlessly before she could hit the ground.

"Recreating the first meet, are we?"

The teasing voice made both Taehyung and Jungkook to flinch simultaneously. As if choreographed, their heads turned toward the source of the interruption, still in the same close position, their breaths mingling.

Standing just a few steps away were Ara and Jimin, holding heavy dresses draped across their arms. Mischievous smiles lit their faces as they took in the scene.

"Should we clap or give you two some privacy?" Ara quipped, tilting her head in curiosity as she took in the sight before her.

Jimin giggled, shifting the weight of the heavy garments. "I think we're interrupting something important," she said. "Though I can't say I mind."

Jungkook felt her cheeks burn, her hands quickly retreating from where they clutched Taehyung's shirt. "It's not— I wasn't—" she stammered, taking a small step back, her flustered expression only making Ara and Jimin's grins widen.

Taehyung straightened but didn't let the interruption faze him. He reached down, brushing a stray petal from Jungkook's sleeve with a calmness that belied the faint color rising to his ears. His deep voice carried an authority as he addressed the two intruders.

"Should I ask why you're standing there like gossiping pigeons instead of doing what you're supposed to?"

Jimin huffed, shifting the garment in her arms with visible frustration. "My dress had a wardrobe malfunction, and I searching for you in the whole this big manor to help fix it before the engagement ceremony!"

Jungkook's embarrassment instantly faded at the urgency in Jimin's tone. "Wardrobe malfunction?" she asked, stepping closer. "What happened?"

Jimin held up the dress, revealing a torn stitching along the intricate embroidery at the side. "The stitching gave way when I tried it on," she explained, her lower lip jutting out in frustration. "It's too delicate to sew on my own, and none of the staff is around! Brother always finds a solution for everything."

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, who had been silently observing the conversation. He stepped forward, taking the garment from Jimin's hands and began inspecting the tear with a discerning eye.

"Can it be fixed in time?" Jimin asked, her voice tinged with both hope and worry.

"Yes," Taehyung murmured, though his mind was already working. The temptation to use his magic flared briefly—one wave of his hand and the dress would be as good as new.

But Ara's sharp, curious gaze made him pause. She wasn't someone he could afford to slip up around. His magic is priavte, something hidden from outside world. Clever and observant, Ara would notice even the smallest hint of something unusual.

"Alright," Taehyung said smoothly, masking his thoughts as he handed the dress back to Jimin. "We'll need to do this the old-fashioned way. Get me a needle and thread."

Jimin frowned, shifting uneasily. "But, brother, the fabric's so fragile. Won't it take forever to fix by hand?"

Taehyung's gaze flicked to hers. "Trust me. I've got this."

Taking the kit, he settled into a nearby chair and carefully threaded the needle. Every move was deliberate, his focus intense as he worked on the delicate fabric. But hidden beneath his composed self, he subtly channeled his magic—not enough to draw attention, just enough to guide his fingers with inhuman precision.

The torn stitching mend itself under his touch. Each stitch was perfectly aligned, blending with the original embroidery. To the untrained eye, it was nothing short of skillful handiwork. But Taehyung knew the truth: without his magic, this would have taken far longer—and far more effort.

Jungkook hadn't meant to stare. She really hadn't.

But the way Taehyung worked—his long fingers deftly handling the delicate fabric of Jimin's dress, his brow furrowed in concentration—made it impossible not to. He sat at the edge of the chair, his posture confident yet casual as if fixing a gown was something he did every day.

The warm sunlight streaming through the window highlighted his sharp jawline and the slight curve of his lips, which pressed together as he focused.

Her gaze trailed down to his hands again, threading the needle through the stubborn fabric with a grace that shouldn't belong to someone who was supposed to look intimidating.

How could a man like him, a leader, a protector, someone who could silence a room with a single glance, also look so...gentle?

Jungkook's mind was blissfully blank, save for the image of her husband.

She couldn't tear her eyes away.

He's too good at this, she thought, a little in awe. Was there anything this man couldn't do? She had seen his seriousness in the business world, his sharp wit, and his intimidating aura. But watching him here, calmly stitching his sister's dress as if it were the most natural thing in the world, painted a very different picture.

And then there was his appearance. The sleeves of his red shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms. Every movement flexed the muscles underneath his smooth skin, and she caught herself biting her lip. His slightly tousled hair fell into his eyes, and when he paused to brush it back with the back of his hand, her breath hitched.

Jungkook was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even register Jimin and Ara standing right beside her, their mischievous smiles growing wider as they exchanged knowing glances.

"Wow," Jimin whispered, leaning toward Jungkook with a sly grin. "He's good with his hands, isn't he?"

Without even thinking, Jungkook nodded absently, her gaze still glued to Taehyung as he worked.

"I mean," Ara added, barely holding back her laughter, "the way his fingers move so... effortlessly. It's almost hypnotic, right?"

Another absentminded nod.

"His fingers are so long and skilled," Jimin murmured. "I bet they know exactly where to touch."

Jungkook nodded.

Ara covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Mmm, and so gentle too. I can only imagine how delicate yet firm they must feel against—"

Jungkook, deep in her trance, nodded again. "Mhm... very skilled."

That was the breaking point. Jimin and Ara burst out laughing, their giggles filling the room. The sudden sound jolted Jungkook out of her daze. She blinked, finally tearing her gaze away from Taehyung to look at the two troublemakers beside her.

"Wait—what?" Jungkook's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "What did you just say?"

Jimin wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. "Oh, nothing. Just that you've been giving brother the most lovesick look I've ever seen. Don't worry, we're totally rooting for you!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Jungkook sputtered. "I wasn't staring... I was just... thinking about the dress! Yes, the dress!"

Ara raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the excuse. "Thinking about the dress or imagining how good he looks fixing it?"

Jungkook opened her mouth to protest but quickly realized it was useless. Her best friends had clearly caught her red-handed, and there was no digging herself out of this.

Before Jungkook could stammer out another defense, Taehyung's voice broke through the teasing. "If you're done whispering over there," he said without looking up, his tone calm but amused, "I'd appreciate it if someone brought me the extra pins from the drawer."

They turned to see him standing there, one eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk playing on his lips. His gaze briefly met Jungkook's, and she swore there was an extra warmth in his eyes—one that made her heart race even faster.

He knew. Of course, he knew.

"Well?" he prompted, holding out his hand. "The pins, Jungkook?"

Jungkook fumbled to grab the pins, her embarrassment making her clumsier than usual. As she handed them over, her fingers accidentally brushed against his and she quickly pulled back as if burned.

Taehyung's smile deepened. "Thank you."

Jimin and Ara burst into fresh giggles as Jungkook shot them a flustered glare. Taehyung handed the now-perfectly magically stitched dress back to Jimin. His fingers brushed against the soft material one last time before he passed it over.

Jimin, still grinning mischievously at Jungkook, took the dress with a relieved sigh.

"You're a lifesaver. I don't know what I would've done without you," she said but her eyes flickered briefly to Jungkook, watching her reaction.

Taehyung gave her a small nod, rising to his feet. "Go try it on. Let me know if there's anything else that needs adjusting."

Jimin gave him a knowing look before stepping away to try the dress on, but not before throwing one last teasing glance at Jungkook.

"I'll go check this out in the mirror. Thanks again, Brother. And don't worry, I'll be sure to tell someone just how amazing you are at... everything," she said, her voice dipping into a playful tone but her words full of double meaning.

Jungkook's face flushed even further at Jimin's implication, her heart racing as she tried to keep her composure. She looked up at Taehyung, who was already turning back to his work, unaware—or perhaps intentionally ignoring—the words just spoken.

Ara leaned toward Jungkook with a cheeky whisper. "See? Your husband is quite the catch. I think you should thank him properly when you are alone later."

Jungkook's lips parted as she tried to respond, but the words caught in her throat.

Then, Jimin rushed off with Ara trailing behind, muttering something about "unbelievable skills," Taehyung exhaled quietly.

Taehyung turned, his eyes focused entirely on Jungkook. The space began to shrink as Taehyung slowly moved closer. Jungkook felt her heart beat faster. She instinctively took a step back, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress.

Taehyung's eyes darkened with a quiet intensity, noticing her retreat. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he closed the distance between them, smoothly like a predator circling its prey. A faint smile played on his lips, equal parts teasing and determined.

Jungkook's retreat was halted when her back met the cool surface of a pillar wrapped in garlands of pink and white roses. She glanced to the side, searching for an escape but the press of his hand against the pillar beside her head trapped her in place.

Taehyung leaned in slightly, his body mere inches from hers. "I don't think you need to watch me from the sidelines," he murmured, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. "Especially when you could be up close... like this."

Up close like this?

Taehyung's free hand lifted slowly, his fingers brushing her chin, tilting her face toward his. Jungkook blinked up at him, her wide eyes meeting his intense charcoal gaze.

"I—I wasn't watching," Jungkook whispered, though even to her own ears, the lie sounded weak.

His thumb grazed her bottom lip, tracing the curve. Jungkook's lips parted involuntarily, beckoning him closer.

"Oh?" His lips curved slightly, his breath warm against her skin. "So you weren't staring at my hands? Nodding along to every little thing Jimin and Ara said?"

Jungkook's entire body tensed.

She sputtered. "T-That was—! They were saying nonsense—!"

Taehyung let out a low chuckle, and she swore she could feel it vibrate through her bones.

"So, you weren't admiring my fingers?" he drawled, deliberately lifting his hand, wiggling his fingers right in front of her face. "Because I distinctly heard something about my skills."

Jungkook's face burned.

Oh god.

Jimin and Ara were so dead.

"I—" Jungkook sucked in a shaky breath, forcing herself to scowl. "You're being ridiculous."

Reaching up, Taehyung plucked a small flower from the garland adorning the pillar. The delicate bloom rested between his fingers as he held it up to her face, tilting his head to study her.

"Such a beautiful flower deserves to be with someone just as beautiful,"

Jungkook felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he tucked the flower behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin, sending another shiver through her.  Before Jungkook could utter a word, Taehyung leaned in again. This time, his lips brushed the corner of her mouth, teasingly close but not quite where she wanted. The faint touch was intentional. His lips remained there, just for a moment, before he pulled back, his eyes smouldering with unspoken emotions.

"This is a penalty," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "for drooling over me from the sidelines when you could've had me from the front."

Her mind blanked, her lips parting slightly as his breath still hung back against her skin.

Penalty?

Did this man—did her shameless husband really just say that?

The sheer audacity.

Jungkook's entire body burned—not just from the brush of his lips, but from the pure arrogance in his voice. The confidence. The way he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

And worse?

She was letting him.

Taehyung watched her reaction intently, his thumb grazing the soft petals now nestled behind her ear. "You're not saying anything, darling," he murmured, his voice laced with delight. "Cat got your tongue?"

Jungkook snapped out of it. She forced herself to glare.

"Penalty, my foot," she huffed, stepping back to put much-needed distance between them. "And I was not drooling."

Taehyung chuckled, deep and rich. "Oh? So you admit you were watching?"

Jungkook froze. Her heart pounded violently.

"I take it back," she muttered, looking away.

Taehyung leaned in even closer, his nose nearly brushing hers. "Too late, darling. You already confessed."

Jungkook let out a tiny, embarrassed whimper. The sound must have pleased him, because Taehyung grinned, leaning even closer—

"Uncle Taehyung!"

Jungkook nearly jumped out of her skin.

Minjun's excited voice rang out across the place, shattering the moment.

Taehyung exhaled heavily, closing his eyes for a brief second as if praying for patience. Jungkook immediately pushed against his chest, slipping out from between him and the pillar, her face still burning.

Then, with the slowest, most controlled movement imaginable, Taehyung turned his head as Minjun came barreling toward them.

Jungkook bit her lip, shoulders shaking as she tried—and failed—to stifle her chuckle. The way Taehyung's entire body stiffened, his expression shifting from smug seduction to painfully curbed irritation in a span of seconds, was just too much.

Minjun skidded to a stop, blinking up at them with innocent curiosity. "Uncle Taehyung, were you about to eat Auntie Jungkook's face?"

Taehyung's eye twitched. Jungkook lost it. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she staggered back against the pillar.

"M-Minjun!" she gasped, wheezing. "W-What—?"

Minjun blinked again, genuinely confused. "I mean, your face was super close to hers, and people kiss like that, right? But it looked like you were gonna eat her instead!"

Taehyung inhaled. Deeply. Painfully.

Jungkook was crying from laughter at this point, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "Oh my god, Minjun, you—pfft—you really know how to kill a moment."

Taehyung slowly exhaled through his nose. A vein in his temple throbbed. He crouched down to Minjun's level, placing a firm hand on the boy's tiny shoulder. "Minjun," he said, his voice controlled, calm. "Let me teach you something very important."

Minjun nodded, wide-eyed. Taehyung's smile was tight.

"Sometimes," he said slowly, "when grown-ups are doing grown-up things, it's best not to interrupt."

Minjun's face scrunched up. "Ohhh. Like when Grandma says not to talk when she's watching dramas?"

"...Sure," he said through gritted teeth. "Just like that."

"You better be careful, Mr Kim," Jungkook teased. "One day, Minjun might write a whole book about your romantic attempts."

Taehyung shot her a flat look. Minjun gasped, eyes sparkling. "Ooooh! Can I do that?!"

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose.

He was so close to kissing his wife. So damn close.

And now, instead of drowning her in affection, he was giving life lessons to a tiny menace who might just publish an exposé on his love life. Taehyung was still recovering from Minjun's face-eating theory when the boy suddenly turned his innocent eyes toward Jungkook.

"Auntie Jungkook," Minjun said, tilting his head, "if Uncle Taehyung wasn't gonna eat your face, were you gonna eat his?"

Jungkook choked on air. Her entire body went rigid, her cheeks instantly flaming. "W-What?!" she sputtered, looking at Minjun in pure horror.

Taehyung turned his head toward her—slowly. His smirk was back.

And this time, it was deadly.

Jungkook felt it before she saw it. The way his presence shifted, his full attention falling onto her. She didn't even have to look up to know what kind of expression he was wearing.

Smug. Teasing. Absolutely merciless.

"Oh?" Taehyung mused, resting his chin on his palm. "That's a very good question, Minjun. What do you say, Mrs. Kim?"

Jungkook's brain short-circuited. She could not believe this was happening.

"N-NO!" she blurted out, shaking her head wildly. "I-I wasn't—I mean—why would I—"

Minjun squinted. "But you were staring at him really hard," he pointed out. "Like, really hard."

Jungkook wanted to dig a hole and disappear into it.

Taehyung was having the time of his life, "Your Auntie Jungkook was looking at me like she wanted to—"

"STOP!" Jungkook shrieked, clamping a hand over his mouth.

Fatal mistake.

Because the moment she did, she realized just how soft his lips were beneath her palm. As if sensing her embarrassment, Taehyung's dark eyes flickered with amusement. He didn't pull away.

If anything, he leaned in just enough to make her breath catch.

"Jungkook," he murmured against her hand, voice low, teasing. "If you want to touch my lips, there are better ways, you know."

Jungkook jerked her hand away as if burned, face now redder than any flower in the garden.

Minjun grinned. "Uncle Taehyung, you're so nice!"

"H-Huh?"

Minjun nodded eagerly. "You always let Auntie win! Even when she gets all red and nervous, you don't make fun of her too much!"

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, his smirk softening into something fonder. "Of course," he said, gaze locking with hers. "I always let her win."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat.

Minjun beamed, completely missing the silent conversation passing between the adults. "Okay! I'll go tell Grandma that you two weren't eating faces!"

Jungkook choked.

"Minjun, no—" she started, reaching out as if she could somehow physically stop the boy's words from traveling.

Too late.

Minjun was already running off toward the manor, his little legs carrying him at an alarming speed. "Grandmaaaa!" he called, his voice loud and clear. "They weren't eating faces!"

Jungkook froze in horror.

Taehyung? Unbothered.

If anything, he looked highly entertained. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, watching her internal meltdown.

"You know," he mused, "I never thought I'd hear those words in my lifetime."

Jungkook whipped around to glare at him, her face burning. "This is your fault!"

Taehyung blinked, clearly not seeing the issue. "How exactly is this my fault?"

"You—you were the one who—who cornered me—" Jungkook sputtered, flustered beyond belief.

Taehyung took a slow step closer. "And?"

Jungkook staggered back. "And you—you made it look weird!"

Taehyung arched a brow. "I made it look weird?"

"Yes!" Jungkook threw her hands up. "Now Grandma is gonna think we were doing—doing things in the middle of the house!"

Taehyung's smirk widened. "Weren't we?"

Jungkook gasped, slapping his arm. "Mr Kim!!!!"

His laughter rumbled low, warm and rich as he easily caught her wrist. "Relax," he soothed, his grip gentle as he laced their fingers together. "Grandma already knows we do things."

Jungkook nearly keeled over.

"I hate you," she muttered weakly.

Taehyung smiled, pressing a fleeting kiss to her knuckles. "I know," he murmured. "I love you, too."

The evening descended gracefully over the Kim manor.

Inside, the grand hall was alive, filled with guests. Warm golden lights bathed the room, reflecting off the crystal chandeliers and filling the space with a royal glow. Guests moved through the hall, chatting and laughing, while family members lingered near the stage where Jimin and her fiancé, Min Yoongi stood, ready to begin the formalities.

Taehyung and Jungkook stood together near the central stage and there was a quiet closeness between them as they observed the scene.

Taehyung wore a black silk suit with subtle brocade patterns that shimmered like waves under the dim light. The high collar of his jacket was open, revealing a black silky shirt underneath, and his cufflinks sparkled when they caught the chandelier light.

His jet-black hair fell just above his brows and his sharp jawline and piercing eyes gave him the look of someone carved from marble.

He stood like a figure pulled out from mythology books, a living incarnation of a Greek god.

Beside him, Jungkook was the epitome of grace. She wore a blue gown, its layers cascading to the floor like flowing water. Tiny crystal embellishments adorned the fabric, catching the light with her every movement.

The gown's fitted bodice highlighted her delicate frame, while the open neckline was framed by a simple silver necklace. Her hair was loosely pinned up, a few strands curling against her cheek, softening her striking beauty.

And there it was—still nestled behind her ear—the delicate rose Taehyung had tucked there earlier. It wasn't part of her outfit, nor did it match the polished attire Jungkook wore, but she hadn't removed it. The petals had softened slightly with time.

Every now and then, her fingers would brush against the flower absentmindedly. A soft blush crept up her neck whenever she caught her reflection in the mirrored walls, the rose standing out as a personal declaration amidst the evening's gloriousness.

Grandma Kim sat in her favored spot on the cushioned chair near the garden entrance. Her sharp eyes, though softened with age, roved over the festivities with pride.

"Hmph," she muttered. "All this grandeur. Back in my day, engagements were simple affairs—just a few people, a meal, and maybe some music. Now look at this... it's a circus."

Yeonjun took a sip of his juice, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Let's enjoy this engagement while it lasts, Grandma," he said, leaning back on the arm of her chair with a dramatic sigh.

"Because let's not forget, our big brother over here"—he gestured toward Taehyung with his glass—"completely skipped all this. No engagement parties, no grand celebrations. Just a direct marriage, and that too in his penthouse. The eldest of the Kims, ladies and gentlemen."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow but didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took an intentional sip of his drink, his expression unbothered.

On the surface, he seemed unaffected. Yet beneath the composed exterior, his thoughts drifted to a time that felt like a lifetime ago—a time when everything had been different.

Their marriage had been anything but traditional and certainly not borne out of love or desire. It had been a decision he made with a heavy heart but a clear head.

There had been no romance, no grand gestures—just the cold reality of duty.

Jungkook had been forced into this union just as much as he had.

For her, though, the burden was heavier, the wounds deeper.

Taehyung still remembered the way she had stood in that penthouse's garden, her hands trembling. It hadn't been defiance in her eyes—it had been resignation. She hadn't fought or argued; she had simply endured.

Jungkook endured the whispers, the taunts, and the cruel judgments of Soomin who looked down on her for being the daughter of a courtesan—a past she hadn't even chosen. Her sharp words had cut deep and Jungkook had borne it all with a quiet dignity that both angered and humbled Taehyung.

Taehyung's fingers tightened around his glass as the memories washed over him. Jungkook had been kind, even when she had every reason not to be. She had never lashed out at him, never blamed him for their circumstances.

Instead, she had faced everything with a quiet strength that left him in awe.

His eyes softened as they settled on the rose he had tucked behind her ear earlier. Jungkook hadn't removed it. That small detail made his chest ache in a way he couldn't quite explain. It was a reminder of how much she had endured, how far she had come—not just as his wife, but as herself.

They had been forced into this marriage, but now, standing here with her by his side, Taehyung couldn't imagine his life any other way.

Despite their rushed beginning, he found himself falling for Jungkook in ways he hadn't anticipated.

It was strange to think back on it all now—how far they had come from that initial awkwardness to this moment, standing together at the engagement of Jimin and her fiancé, surrounded by family and laughter.

What once felt like an obligation now felt like a journey.

Even the most awkward beginnings could lead to something beautiful, Taehyung realized.

And perhaps, just perhaps, their forced marriage was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Taehyung didn't say anything. Words weren't his strength but the language of quiet gestures was something he had mastered over time. He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers—a tender gesture that spoke of unspoken promises.

Jungkook's gaze flickered upward at the unexpected touch, her wide, startled eyes meeting his. Her surprise softened immediately, her lashes lowering slightly as warmth filled her expression. The corner of her lips curved into a faint smile—not one of formality, but a smile that belonged solely to him.

The delicate curve of her lips and the trust in her eyes made Taehyung's chest tighten. He smiled in return—just a subtle upward tug of his lips—but it was a smile only Jungkook would truly understand its meaning.

The moment was fleeting but it didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, would you look at that!" Yeonjun's voice rang out. He raised an eyebrow and shot them a wide toothy grin.

"Our eldest brother and his wife having a moment. Somebody write this down—it's historic! Are we sure they're not the ones getting engaged today? That was more romantic than anything I've seen all night."

"Yeonjun," Grandma Kim called sternly from her seat, though the amused twitch of her lips betrayed her true feelings. "Don't embarrass them too much."

"Too much? This is gold!" Yeonjun quipped. "Tell me, sil, how does it feel to make our big brother look like a lovesick puppy? Because I swear, he—"

Taehyung simply gave Yeonjun a lazy glance, cool and unaffected. "If you have this much free time, perhaps I should assign you some extra work at the company."

Yeonjun immediately straightened. "Whoa, whoa, hyung—no need to get so defensive! I'm just appreciating the rare display of affection. It's nice to know you do have emotions beyond 'business mode.'"

Jungkook couldn't help the tiny giggle that escaped her lips. Business mode, indeed.

Taehyung must have heard it, because his gaze flickered to her—briefly, but unmistakably soft.

Yeonjun caught it too. And pounced.

"Ohhhh, so you only melt for our dear sister-in-law, huh? Brother, just admit it—you're absolutely whipped."

Taehyung exhaled as if actively resisting the urge to strangle his brother. "If you're done entertaining yourself, maybe you should focus on the actual engagement?"

Yeonjun grinned, completely unfazed. "Right, right. But just so you know, I fully expect a real proposal from you someday. For Jungkook's sake."

Jungkook squeaked. "Yeonjun—!"

Before she could protest, Taehyung casually reached for her hand. The simple act sent a warm shiver through her. With a gentle squeeze, he turned back to Yeonjun.

"When it happens," he said, "it won't be for anyone else's sake but hers."

Yeonjun blinked.

Jungkook's heart skipped.

Grandma Kim smirked.

And just like that, Yeonjun was speechless.

"Finally," Taehyung muttered, pulling Jungkook away from the conversation with effortless ease.

Yeonjun winked at Jungkook before retreating to the snack table.

Jungkook peeked at Taehyung through her lashes, half-expecting him to shake his head or roll his eyes at the teasing. But he didn't. Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, his fingers still lightly brushing hers. His gaze held hers longer, the rare softness in his eyes made Jungkook feel funny in her stomach.

"You're blushing," Taehyung murmured, his voice low, meant just for her.

"I am not," Jungkook whispered back, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her protest.

The smallest smirk curved Taehyung's lips, the kind only she could catch.

"You are," he insisted, his thumb brushing over her knuckles now.

Jungkook shook her head, her blush deepening, but she couldn't help the smile that finally broke free.

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Guests stood in clusters, their slow conversations occasionally broken by the soft sound of music from the live band.

Grandma Kim stood up from her cushioned chair, drawing everyone's attention toward her. Her sharp eyes scanned the room with the kind of authority that only a woman who had seen decades of life could command.

"Alright, alright," she said, her voice carrying across the room. "Enough of the idle chatter. It's time for the main event! The engagement ceremony begins now."

The room fell into a silence, the conversation dying down as eyes turned to the grand stage. It was adorned with flowing white drapes and lush floral arrangements, an elegant setting perfect for the momentous occasion.

The lighting dimmed, making the flowers shimmer under the chandelier's light.

At the center of the stage stood Jimin with nervousness in her posture. She was a vision in her elegant gown, the fabric clinging to her frame. She stood tall, but there was a fear in her eyes.

Yoongi was calm, his expression impassive yet his eyes held a joy. He glanced down at her with affection, his hand gently resting against hers.

The two stood before the gathered guests, taking their places on the platform that would mark the next chapter of their lives.

On either side of them, the families began to gather. Mrs. Min, Yoongi's mother, stepped forward. Her face was calm but there was a quiet pride in her walk as she joined her son's side. On the opposite side, Grandma Kim took her place behind Jimin, standing tall gracefully.

The matriarchs of both families now stood at the center of the stage.

Grandma Kim held a small, elegant wooden box. Its lid was delicately carved with intricate patterns, and inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a gleaming engagement ring. The golden band was encrusted with diamonds, their edges catching the light like stars.

Grandma Kim lifted her gaze and nodded toward Yoongi's side, signaling the beginning of the ritual.

"Now, let's proceed," Grandma Kim's voice rang out clearly.

Jimin turned to look at Taehyung, her gaze full of questions, of uncertainty. The moment seemed heavier than any of the words that had been spoken before. She wasn't just marrying Yoongi, she was becoming part of this family—this world—this legacy.

The realization settled deep, and with it came an unexpected flicker of doubt.

Her fingers curled slightly against her gown. Was she ready? Was she enough?

And then—her gaze found him.

Jimin caught Taehyung's eye, and despite the composed look on his face, she could see the assurance in his eyes. He gave her a small nod, the same quiet support he always offered.

And that was all she needed.

Jimin smiled slightly, the tightness in her chest easing just a fraction. She took a breath, steadying herself as she faced the crowd again.

Mrs. Min gave a small nod of acknowledgment to Grandma Kim before she stepped forward, her hands gently placing the ring on Yoongi's palm.

"With this ring," Grandma Kim began, "we bind your hearts in unity. May it symbolize the strength and the legacy of our family."

She gestured for Jimin to take the ring. Jimin reached for the ring, feeling its cool surface against her fingertips. She turned to Yoongi, meeting his eyes and carefully placed the ring on his finger.

Jungkook watched the exchange, her eyes catching the beauty of the moment—the unity of two families, the joining of two lives.

The crowd exhaled in unison, Yoongi smiled softly, his eyes gleaming with affection. He took Jimin's hand in his, and slipped the matching ring onto her finger, the metal cold against her warm skin.

The room come alive again, with guests rising to their feet, applauding the newly engaged couple. Soft murmurs of congratulations rippled through the crowd, a sea of smiles and warm gestures directed at Jimin and Yoongi.

Jimin turned to Yoongi, her eyes bright with emotion. Yoongi gave her a soft smile, his hand still gently resting on hers. He leaned in slightly.

"We've done it," he murmured.

On the sidelines, Grandma Kim surveyed the crowd with a satisfied expression, her sharp eyes noting every interaction. She glanced at Jungkook and Taehyung, standing close together, the family matriarch's gaze lingering on them for a moment. There was a rare softness in her eyes when she looked at her grandson, but her attention quickly shifted back to the guests.

"Go on, go on," Grandma Kim urged, waving a hand toward the crowd. "We're not here for speeches. Let's enjoy the celebration!"

A group of family friends gathered around, offering their congratulations and a flurry of hugs.

Meanwhile, Jungkook and Taehyung stood slightly apart from the crowd, watching as the guests crowded around the new couple. Jimin's family was lively and engaging with everyone, while Yoongi's side remained more composed, exchanging pleasantries.

"Quite the spectacle," Jungkook remarked softly to Taehyung, her gaze sweeping over the room.

Taehyung glanced at her and nodded slightly. "It's what they wanted. It's what they deserve."

Jungkook gave a soft smile. "I suppose so. It's good to see her so happy. Jimin deserves all of it."

There was a pause, a stretch of silence between them, not awkward but comfortable, as they both continued watching.

Then, without warning, Taehyung reached out, his fingers brushing against the rose still tucked behind Jungkook's ear. He adjusted it gently, as if making sure it stayed in place.

Jungkook stiffened at the unexpected touch, her breath catching in her throat. She turned to him, her wide eyes meeting his, and for a brief moment, the background noise of the celebration faded into nothing.

Taehyung's lips curved slightly—not a smirk, not teasing, just... fond.

"You kept it," he murmured, almost to himself.

Jungkook felt the warmth rise to her cheeks. "It—it looked nice," she muttered, looking away.

Taehyung hummed in response, clearly amused but saying nothing more. The moment stretched between them, delicate and unspoken. And then—

"Mr. and Mrs. Kim!" Yeonjun's voice cut through the air, dragging them back to reality.

Jungkook jolted slightly, while Taehyung exhaled through his nose, as if already regretting not walking away when he had the chance.

Yeonjun grinned as he approached them, hands in his pockets, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You're standing here all serious while the rest of us are having fun. Come on," he teased. "I know you're not secretly jealous of Jimin and Yoongi's engagement party, but standing here all romantic by yourselves is just unfair to the rest of us lonely souls."

"Yeonjun," Taehyung sighed, cutting him off before he could even finish.

"What?" Yeonjun feigned innocence. "I'm just saying, if you two keep standing here looking like a painting, people might think you're about to announce your own engagement all over again."

Jungkook turned scarlet. "We're already married!"

"Exactly." Yeonjun smirked. "So what's stopping you from giving us another grand celebration, hmm?"

Taehyung shot him a flat look, but Jungkook could already hear the beginnings of a new round of teasing coming their way.

Before Yeonjun could add another comment, Grandma Kim clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Enough of your antics, Yeonjun," she chided, though the amusement in her eyes betrayed her fondness. "Let's not forget the real reason we're gathered here. It's time for the elders to give their blessings."

The room naturally shifted as the elders of both families moved forward, forming a small semi-circle around Jimin and Yoongi.

Grandma Kim looked softer now as she approached her granddaughter. She took Jimin's hands in hers, her gaze warm but firm.

"Marriage is not just about love," she said, her voice carrying the weight of years. "It's about understanding. Patience. Strength. And knowing when to stand together, no matter what comes your way."

Jimin, who often had a retort ready for anything, only nodded, her grip tightening around Grandma Kim's hands.

Yoongi, standing beside her, bowed his head respectfully. "I'll take care of her," he promised.

Grandma Kim hummed approvingly before releasing Jimin's hands. Then, one by one, the other elders stepped forward—offering their words of wisdom, their hopes for the couple's future, and their silent but powerful support.

Then, as the formalities came to an end, a call for a family photo rang out.

"Everyone, gather around!" One of the younger cousins waved excitedly.

The Kim family, Yoongi's side, began moving towards the grand stage, arranging themselves into a picture-perfect frame.

Laughter and soft conversations filled the space as everyone found their places.

Jungkook stood slightly at the back, uncertain. She had never been in a family picture like this before. The Kims were an old, powerful family, their presence almost overwhelming.

It felt too grand, too overwhelming—like she was an outsider looking in.

She hesitated, fingers brushing her dress as she glanced at Taehyung. And then—without a word—Taehyung reached back.

His fingers found her wrist. A silent gesture, but one that spoke volumes.

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly as he tugged her forward, guiding her to his side.

"You belong here, My family," he murmured softly, his deep voice brushing against her skin like a whisper meant only for her.

Her heart skipped. She stepped closer, standing beside him and Taehyung's arm slipped around her waist, anchoring her to him. Jungkook barely had time to process the warmth of his touch when she heard a hushed murmur from the others.

"Look at them," someone whispered.

"They fit together so well," another added.

The words made her cheeks burn, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, her fingers pressing lightly against Taehyung's chest, trying to steady herself.

From the side, Grandma Kim watched, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

The photographer counted down, the entire family smiling—except Taehyung.

He didn't grin like the others. He didn't look at the camera. Instead, he turned his head just slightly, his gaze lowering to Jungkook. She felt it before she even saw it—the way his eyes softened, the unspoken words lingering between them.

Yeonjun, naturally, leaned in from the side, grinning at the camera. "Alright, everyone, say 'chaos!'"

The family laughed, the camera flashed, and just like that, the moment was captured—sealed in time, a memory to be cherished.

A moment, frozen in time.

A family picture.

And in the center of it, a man who held the world's power in his hands—looking at his wife as if she were the only thing that truly mattered.

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