A shocked silence hung heavy in the air. Mrs. Jeon was the first to break it, her voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and anger. "What do you mean he has to marry both? How can he marry both brothers?"

Mrs. Kim, her face pale, tried to explain. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jeon, but my sons always share things. If V doesn't get something, Taehyung won't take it either. The same goes for Taehyung."

"But my son is not a thing!" Mrs. Jeon's voice rose, a clear sign she was ready to call off the whole arrangement. The thought of her son being treated like an object to be shared was more than she could bear.

A low growl rumbled in Taehyung's chest. He couldn't stand the thought of losing Jungkook, of this marriage breaking. The family's reputation, their carefully laid plans, and more importantly, the chance to have Jungkook were all on the line. His hand instinctively went to the small of his back, reaching for the familiar cold steel of the gun he always carried. He was ready to do whatever it took to secure what he wanted.

Just as his fingers brushed against the weapon, a firm hand clamped down on his arm. V's voice was a low, dangerous whisper meant for his ears only. "Taehyung, don't. Not here. Not now."

Taehyung's gaze, dark and furious, met V's. "She's going to break the marriage! We can't let that happen!"

"We won't," V insisted, his grip on Taehyung's arm tightening. "But not like this. We're not doing this in their home. Trust me."

Taehyung glared at his brother for another moment before slowly, reluctantly, pulling his hand away from his back. He leaned back against the sofa, his jaw tight, his eyes still fixed on the horrified faces of the Jeon family. The situation was teetering on a knife's edge, and he was ready to push it over. V, however, had another plan.

"We will find someone else for Jungkook," Mrs. Jeon declared, her voice trembling but firm. "Someone who will cherish him, not... not share him like a piece of property."

The words hit Taehyung like a physical blow. The thought of Jungkook with someone else, of the carefully laid plans falling apart, made his vision narrow with a hot, consuming rage.

He started to rise from his seat, the hidden gun a phantom weight against his back.

"Stop," V's voice was a low, steady command, and he placed a firm hand on Taehyung's knee, pushing him back down.

He then turned to Mrs. Jeon, his expression calm and his voice gentle, a stark contrast to his twin's fury. "Mrs. Jeon, please. Listen to me. My brother meant no disrespect. He's... protective. We both are."

He looked at Jungkook, who was still silent, his eyes wide and glued to the tense scene before him. "Our parents are telling the truth. Since we were little, we've always shared everything. We can't imagine a life where we're not together. And we can't imagine one of us getting married without the other."

"That's not normal!" Mrs. Jeon exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. "You can't expect my son to live like that! It's not fair to him."

"We know it's not traditional," V conceded, his gaze never leaving Jungkook's. "But we promise you, we will cherish him. We will both love him and protect him. He won't be a 'thing' to be shared. He will be our husband. Our one and only husband. He'll have two people loving him, two people supporting him, two people protecting him."

Taehyung, still simmering with anger, finally spoke, his voice low and serious. "She's right," he said, surprising everyone. "It isn't fair to him. We were so wrong to hide this from you. But we will make it up to him. I swear it. Give us a chance, please. Just a chance to show you what we mean."

Jungkook, who had been silent for so long, finally looked up. His eyes met Taehyung's, then V's. He saw the desperation in Taehyung's eyes and the unwavering sincerity in V's.

The fear that had gripped him since Mrs. Kim's announcement slowly began to fade, replaced by a strange mix of curiosity and hope.

The situation was bizarre, but the raw honesty in the twins' pleas was undeniable. He didn't know what to say, but for the first time, he didn't feel like a thing. He felt like a choice.

Jungkook was silent, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. He had always been a quiet person, content with his books and his simple life. This whole situation, with the two handsome, powerful twins and the angry, tearful mothers, was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He looked at his mother, searching for guidance, for some kind of answer in her eyes.

Mrs. Jeon's anger had given way to worry. She saw the confusion on her son's face, the slight tremble in his lower lip.

All her protective instincts screamed for her to end this, to send the Kims away and find a nice, normal partner for her son. But she had also seen the genuine sincerity in the twins' eyes, the raw emotion in their voices.

"Jungkook," she said, her voice soft and shaky. "What do you want to do, son? This is your life. You don't have to agree to this. We can just... stop."

Everyone's eyes turned to Jungkook. The weight of the decision fell squarely on his shoulders. He looked at the twins one more time.

V, calm and reassuring, gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. Taehyung, on the other hand, was a storm of raw emotion, his gaze pleading.

Jungkook took a deep, shaky breath, the scents of old books and freshly-baked bread, his two favorite things, suddenly filling his senses.

He thought of V, with his quiet confidence and shared love for baking. He thought of Taehyung, with his fiery spirit and fierce protectiveness.

He thought of how they had both, in their own way, looked at him not as a prize to be won, but as someone they genuinely wanted.

He finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't know what to do."

"Then don't do anything," V said, his voice as calm as a still lake. "Just... give us a chance. Don't make a decision right now. We can get to know each other. Go on dates. See what happens."

"Yeah," Taehyung added, his voice still a little rough around the edges. "We'll prove to you, and to your parents, that this can work. Just... just don't say no right now."

Jungkook looked back at his mother. The fire was gone from her eyes, replaced by a gentle, worried love. She gave him a small, encouraging nod.

The decision was still his, but she was telling him it was okay to explore this impossible option.

Jungkook turned his gaze back to the twins. The situation was insane, but a part of him, a small, curious part, wanted to see what would happen. "Okay," he said softly, a new sense of calm settling over him. "Okay, I'll give you a chance."

One Month Later

A month had passed in a blur of dates and stolen moments. Jungkook’s life, once a quiet rhythm of books and solitude, had been completely upended by the Kim twins. He was no longer just the shy librarian; he was a man who had two devoted fiancés, and he was, to his own surprise, ready for it.

He sat on a park bench, the late afternoon sun warming his face, waiting for them. They had taken him to museums, cooked him elaborate dinners, and filled his apartment with flowers.

V, with his calm and steady presence, felt like a peaceful sanctuary. He would sit with Jungkook for hours, quietly reading while Jungkook drew, or they would discuss the subtle nuances of a classic novel.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy and passion. He’d surprise Jungkook with spontaneous road trips, take him to bustling night markets, and make him laugh until his stomach ached.

They had been an undeniable force, showering him with a kind of love and attention he never knew existed. They never competed for his affection; they simply shared it, their love for him a united front. He felt safe, cherished, and more loved than he ever had in his life. He was ready to marry them.

Just then, V and Taehyung appeared, walking hand-in-hand towards him. V wore a simple polo shirt and slacks, while Taehyung had on a leather jacket and dark jeans. They looked like two sides of the same coin, and Jungkook’s heart swelled at the sight of them.

"Sorry we're late," V said, his voice a gentle hum as he sat on Jungkook's left side. "Meeting ran a little long."

Taehyung sat on his right, draping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a warm side-hug. "Yeah, a stupid client was being difficult," he grumbled. "But it's fine now. We're all good."

Jungkook leaned into his touch, feeling completely at ease. "It's okay. I've been thinking."

"About what?" Taehyung asked, his eyes filled with a playful curiosity.

Jungkook looked from Taehyung to V, his heart pounding with a gentle anticipation. "About us. About... everything. I know it's not traditional, and I know it’s a lot to ask, but I think I’m ready."

V’s face broke into a soft, relieved smile. "Ready for what, Kookie?"

"Ready to be your husband," Jungkook said, his voice soft but firm. "Both of your husbands. I want this. I want you both."

A shared, brilliant smile bloomed on both of their faces. V reached out and took Jungkook's hand, his thumb stroking his knuckles. Taehyung tightened his arm around him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"We want you too, Kookie," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

They were completely unaware that the “stupid client” Taehyung was dealing with was actually a rival gang leader, and that V's long meeting was about a deal with a new weapons supplier.

As far as Jungkook knew, his future husbands were just two charming, devoted CEOs. The reality of their lives—the dark, dangerous world of the mafia—was still a secret, a truth carefully hidden beneath layers of love and affection.

Two Hours Later

Jungkook sat with his parents in their cozy living room, a cup of tea in his hands that had long since gone cold. He had just finished telling them everything—the whirlwind month with the Kim twins, the countless dates, the overwhelming love and care they had shown him, and his final decision.

Mrs. Jeon's eyes were filled with tears, a mixture of worry and relief. "Are you sure, darling? This is a very big step. You're happy? Truly happy?"

Jungkook placed his cup down and took his mother's hand. "Mom, I've never been happier. They're... they're amazing. V is so calm and stable, and Taehyung is so fun and adventurous. They're like two halves of a whole, and I feel so complete when I'm with them. I'm ready."

Mr. Jeon just smiled, a quiet pride in his eyes. "If you're happy, son, then we are happy. We trust your judgment."

Meanwhile, across town at the Kim mansion, the twins were giving their mother the good news. Mrs. Kim was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands with a frantic energy.

"So? What did he say? Did he agree? Are we getting married?" she demanded, her voice a rapid-fire succession of questions.

V and Taehyung exchanged a look and then smiled, a single, synchronized, triumphant grin.

"He said yes, Mom," V said, his voice calm and steady.

"He wants to marry both of us," Taehyung added, his face beaming with a mix of pride and pure joy.

Mrs. Kim stopped dead in her tracks. She stared at her sons for a moment, her eyes wide, before a dramatic gasp escaped her lips. The sound was both over-the-top and genuinely heartfelt.

"Oh, my babies!" she cried, rushing forward and pulling both of them into a tight, tearful embrace. "I knew it! I knew it would work! I told your father it was a brilliant plan! My boys are finally getting married, and to the most perfect boy in the world!"

She pulled back, her hands on their faces, her eyes shimmering with genuine tears. "I was so worried. So worried you had ruined it, Taehyung, with your impulsiveness. And V, with your quietness. But you both… you both won his heart! I'm so proud of you! We have to start planning right away! The wedding, the house, the honeymoon... oh, this is the most beautiful day!"

As their mother dissolved into a flurry of dramatic, happy tears and wedding-planning chatter, V and Taehyung exchanged a look over her head. The hard part was over. Now all they had to do was get married and hope that Jungkook never found out the real truth about their lives.

The date was set, a beautiful spring day three months away. The engagement announcement had caused a stir in both the high-society world and the quiet corners of Jungkook's life.

Mrs. Kim, now fully in her element, had declared herself the "Wedding Grandmaster" and was orchestrating everything with military precision. This left the grooms with their own unique chaos to navigate.

For Taehyung, wedding planning was a frantic juggling act. He'd spend his days in clandestine meetings, negotiating deals and handling rivalries.

His nights, however, were dedicated to frantic, late-night phone calls with wedding planners.

"No, I said 'blush,' not 'bubblegum' pink!" Taehyung growled into the phone, his voice a low rumble. He was in a dimly lit warehouse, a few of his men standing guard nearby. "And the flowers should be white lilies, not roses. Lilies are classier." He hung up and sighed, rubbing his temples. A man standing nearby gave him a curious look.

"You okay, boss?" he asked.

"I will be," Taehyung muttered, "as soon as I figure out how to get a two-tier wedding cake to the venue without anyone trying to blow it up."

V's life was a different kind of busy. He was knee-deep in company mergers and acquisitions, but his mind was never far from the wedding. He’d be in a high-stakes board meeting, and his phone would buzz with a text from Mrs. Kim: Do we use gold or rose gold for the table settings?

V would calmly excuse himself. "My apologies, gentlemen. A family matter requires my immediate attention." He would then retreat to a private office to text his mother back. Rose gold, Mom. It complements Jungkook’s aesthetic better.

One afternoon, he was on a call with a very demanding client when his phone buzzed again, this time with a picture of three identical suit swatches. It was from Taehyung. Which one looks less boring? the message read. V held the phone up, sighing as he spoke to the client.

"Mr. Lee, I'll have to get back to you on that. I'm currently working on a very important... textile selection."

Jungkook's days were a peaceful contrast. He was still the same quiet librarian, surrounded by the comforting smell of old books. The only difference was the constant, loving barrage of texts and calls from his two fiancés.

His coworker, Jimin, watched him with a knowing smile as Jungkook's phone lit up with a video call notification from Taehyung. "Still can't believe you're marrying two of them, Kookie," Jimin said, leaning against a bookshelf.

Jungkook picked up the call, a soft smile on his face. "Taehyung, are you still arguing about the seating chart?"

Taehyung's face, a little frazzled but full of love, appeared on the screen. "You have no idea, baby. But it's worth it. It's for you."

Just as they were talking, V's face popped up on the screen, joining the call. "Taehyung, did you pick out the wedding favors yet? Mom wants to know if you've decided on the personalized bookmarks or the miniature candles."

Jungkook just laughed, his heart full. He had found his happy chaos, and it came in a beautifully messy, two-part package. He had no idea of the dark lives they led, but in that moment, all that mattered was the pure, unfiltered love in their voices.

The wedding preparations were in full swing, but business, as always, came first. V was in the final stages of a massive merger, a deal that would solidify his company's position at the top of the industry.

The CEO of the other company, a notoriously greedy man named Mr. Choi, had a reputation for being difficult.

V had, for the sake of a smooth transaction, agreed to a significant bonus for Mr. Choi in a separate, unofficial agreement.

The day of the final signing arrived, and V sat across from Mr. Choi in a lavish conference room. The atmosphere was tense. Mr. Choi, his face smug, pushed the contract away.

"I've reconsidered, Mr. Kim," he said, a cruel smirk on his lips. "The bonus you offered... it just doesn't feel like enough. I believe I deserve more. A lot more."

V's jaw tightened. "Mr. Choi, we had an agreement. I went out of my way to ensure your 'extra' bonus was handled discreetly. This is the final offer. The deal is more than fair."

"Fair is a matter of opinion," Mr. Choi said, leaning back in his chair. "I won't sign unless you double the bonus. And I want the money transferred to my private account before I even touch that pen."

V stood up, his patience gone. "This is blackmail."

"Call it what you will," Mr. Choi shrugged. "I'm just a businessman looking out for my interests. And without me, this merger falls apart, and your company takes a massive hit."

V walked out of the room without another word. The deal was at a standstill, and he had a wedding to plan. He needed to handle this, and he knew exactly who to call.

Taehyung's phone buzzed, and he saw V's name. "Trouble?" he asked, his voice low and serious as he answered.

"The Choi deal," V replied, his tone clipped. "He backed out at the last minute. Wants to double his extra bonus before he signs. He’s trying to bleed us dry."

Taehyung's knuckles went white as he gripped the phone. "That bastard. I'm on my way."

An hour later, Taehyung, clad in all black, stood in Mr. Choi's lavish penthouse. Mr. Choi, who was in the middle of a phone call, looked up, his face paling as he saw Taehyung and the two large men standing behind him.

Taehyung walked slowly towards Mr. Choi's desk, a small smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. "Mr. Choi," he said, his voice a dangerous purr. "My brother tells me you're having some trouble with a contract. I'm here to help you reconsider."

"Who are you?" Mr. Choi stammered, his bravado gone.

"I'm the one who makes sure my brother's business deals go smoothly," Taehyung said, pulling out a small, silenced pistol and placing it on the desk. The cold steel made a soft thud against the wood. "Now, I believe you have a contract to sign. And a bonus to transfer."

Mr. Choi's eyes darted from the gun to Taehyung's cold stare. "You... you can't do this! This is a kidnapping! I'll call the police!"

"Oh, you can try," Taehyung chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down Mr. Choi's spine. "But I doubt they'll get here before I persuade you. And trust me, I'm very persuasive."

He picked up the contract and a pen, offering them to Mr. Choi. "Now, you're going to sign this. And then, you're going to transfer that extra bonus you took from us. But not to your account. You're going to transfer it directly to V's company. As a... show of good faith."

Mr. Choi, trembling, grabbed the pen and signed the contract without another word. He then opened his laptop, his hands shaking as he transferred the money.

Taehyung watched, a satisfied smirk on his face. Once the transfer was complete, he picked up the signed contract and the pistol. He placed the gun back in his jacket and gave Mr. Choi a final, chilling smile.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Choi. And a word of advice: don't ever threaten my family again."

The morning of the wedding was a beautiful, chaotic mess. Mrs. Kim, dressed in an elegant silk robe, was a whirlwind of energy. She had her hands full with two grooms who were anything but calm.

"Taehyung! V! Where are you two? We are going to be late for the hair and makeup appointments!" Mrs. Kim's voice, usually so composed, was laced with a hint of panic.

Taehyung, who had just spent the entire night finalizing a 'business' deal, was sprawled on a couch in the living room, a pillow over his face. "Five more minutes, Mom," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Just five."

V, ever the more responsible twin, was already dressed in his crisp white shirt and slacks, going over the seating chart one last time. "Mom, relax. The venue is booked, the flowers are set, and the food is being prepped. Everything is fine."

"Everything is not fine!" Mrs. Kim cried, waving her hands dramatically. "Your father's cousin from Canada just arrived, and he is already complaining about the jet lag. And your great-aunt is asking why there are two grooms! We have to get you ready, you have to look perfect!"

Just then, Mr. Kim, calm as ever, walked into the room with two cups of coffee. "Here, honey. Take a sip. They'll be ready. They always are."

Meanwhile, at the Jeon household, the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Jungkook was in his room, getting his hair styled, while his family and relatives bustled around him. The air was filled with happy chatter and laughter.

"Oh, Kookie, you look like a prince," Mrs. Jeon said, her eyes welling up with happy tears. "I can't believe my baby is getting married. And to two wonderful men!"

Jungkook just smiled, a gentle blush on his cheeks. "Mom, stop it. You'll make me cry."

His best friend, Jimin, leaned over and nudged him playfully. "You're marrying two hot, rich guys, Kookie. You hit the jackpot!"

Jungkook laughed softly. He was nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. He was ready for this.

The wedding took place at night, a stunning affair under the stars. The venue was a beautiful botanical garden, with thousands of fairy lights strung up in the trees. The air was filled with the scent of jasmine and roses, and soft music played in the background.

Jungkook, looking breathtakingly beautiful in a simple yet elegant white suit, walked down the aisle with his parents on either side.

His eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on the two men waiting for him at the altar. V and Taehyung, in matching black suits, were a sight to behold. They looked like something out of a dream, and Jungkook's heart swelled with love.

He reached the altar, and V and Taehyung both reached for his hands, their touches warm and reassuring. The officiant began the ceremony, and the three men stood there, hand-in-hand, their love a palpable force in the room.

As they exchanged vows, tears streamed down Mrs. Kim's face. Mr. Kim, for the first time, looked openly emotional, a proud smile on his face. The Jeon family looked on with a mix of awe and happiness, their initial shock having long since faded.

Finally, the officiant said the words that made it all real. "I now pronounce you... husbands."

V and Taehyung leaned in at the same time, one kissing Jungkook's left cheek and the other kissing his right.

Jungkook, a radiant smile on his face, wrapped his arms around both of them, his heart overflowing. He had two husbands now, two people who loved him more than anything, and he couldn't have been happier.

After the kiss, a wave of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. Jungkook was a radiant mess of emotions, his face flushed with happiness as he held onto his two husbands. V and Taehyung, their smiles just as wide, guided him down the aisle, their hands a comforting presence on his back.

The reception hall was a masterpiece of elegance and warmth. The newlyweds were seated at a grand table, ready to receive their blessings and gifts. The first to approach were Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, their eyes shining with pride.

"My son," Mrs. Jeon said, embracing Jungkook tightly, her voice choked with emotion. "You look so beautiful. I'm so happy for you." She then turned to V and Taehyung, her expression a mix of awe and gratitude. "Thank you. Thank you for making my son so happy. Take good care of him."

"We will, Mrs. Jeon," V said, his voice soft and sincere. "With our lives."

Taehyung, ever the more direct one, simply pulled Mrs. Jeon into a hug. "Don't you worry. We'll protect him, always."

Next came the Kims. Mrs. Kim, tears streaming down her face, looked at her three sons with a love so profound it seemed to light up the room. "My darlings," she said, her voice a dramatic whisper. "This is the most beautiful day of my life. My two boys and my perfect new son. You were meant to be together."

Mr. Kim gave each of them a firm handshake. "Welcome to the family, Jungkook," he said, his voice unusually warm. "And you two," he said, turning to V and Taehyung, "I'm very proud of you. You’ve found a treasure. Now, you’d better treat him like one."

The line of relatives stretched on, each one offering their congratulations and a chorus of well-wishes. There were gifts of every kind: expensive jewelry, elegant home decor, and even some heartfelt, handmade crafts from a few of Jungkook’s older relatives.

Taehyung, ever the playful one, whispered in Jungkook's ear. "See? I told you they'd love you. You're impossible not to."

Jungkook laughed, leaning into his side. V, on his other side, squeezed his hand reassuringly. As he looked at the faces around him, he felt a profound sense of peace.

His life was no longer just his own; it was intertwined with two others. He had a family now, a wonderful, chaotic, and beautiful family. He had two husbands who loved him completely, and he had never felt so whole.

The dinner had been a lavish affair, filled with delicious food, laughter, and heartfelt toasts. As the night began to wind down, it was time for the final, traditional farewell.

The three husbands stood at the entrance of the reception hall, a circle of family and friends gathering around them.

Mrs. Kim, her face still flushed with emotion, handed a small silver bowl filled with uncooked rice to Jungkook. "This is for you, my darling," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You throw the rice over your shoulder. It’s a symbol of prosperity and fertility for your new life."

Jungkook took the bowl, his hands trembling slightly. He looked at V and Taehyung, and they both gave him reassuring smiles.

With a deep breath, he turned his back to the crowd, closed his eyes, and tossed a handful of rice over his shoulder. It rained down behind him, a shower of tiny white blessings.

The crowd cheered, and as he turned around, he saw V and Taehyung each holding a bowl of rice. They both looked at him, their eyes sparkling with love and mischief.

"Now it's our turn," V said, his voice soft and warm.

"For prosperity and good luck, my love," Taehyung added, a playful glint in his eye.

Before Jungkook could react, they both reached into their bowls and threw handfuls of rice directly at him. He let out a startled laugh as the grains hit his suit and hair, a few even landing on his face.

He was completely covered in tiny white specks, a testament to the abundant blessings his two husbands wished for him.

"Yah!" Jungkook giggled, trying to brush the grains off, but it was a futile effort. He was laughing so hard he could barely stand.

V and Taehyung just stood there, their faces beaming with joy. They both reached out, their hands working together to gently brush the rice from Jungkook's hair and shoulders, their touches a mix of tenderness and adoration.

"See?" Taehyung whispered, leaning in close. "We're going to share everything. Even the blessings."

Jungkook looked at them, his heart so full it felt like it might burst. He was officially a husband to two men who loved him, protected him, and showered him with more love than he ever thought possible.

He had no idea what the future held, but with V and Taehyung by his side, he knew it would be a beautiful, wonderful adventure.

The guests had started to trickle out, but Mrs. Kim, ever the strategist, cornered her two sons before they could follow Jungkook and his parents out the door. She held a small, silver key in her hand, her eyes sparkling with a mix of maternal pride and dramatic excitement.

"My darlings," she said, her voice a hushed whisper, as if sharing a top-secret plan. "I couldn't let you spend your first night as a married couple in a hotel. That's so... common. So, I took the liberty of arranging something special."

She pressed the key into V's hand, her gaze moving between the twins. "This is to our new penthouse. It's on the top floor, with a view of the entire city. I had it decorated just for you three. It's the perfect place to start your new lives together."

Taehyung, ever the observant one, noticed the tears welling up in his mother's eyes. "Mom, you're crying again," he said softly, a gentle smile on his face.

"Of course, I am!" Mrs. Kim exclaimed, tears finally spilling over and running down her cheeks. "My boys are all grown up! They've found the perfect husband, and they are starting their own family. This is the happiest day of my life!"

She pulled them both into a tight, tearful hug, her body shaking with emotion. "You two better take care of him. Love him. Cherish him. He's a treasure, and you are so, so lucky to have him."

Mr. Kim, who had been quietly watching from a distance, finally approached. "Your mother's right," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. "Be good to him." He gave them a firm nod, a silent message of trust and pride.

With a final, dramatic sniffle, Mrs. Kim pulled away. "Now, go! Go get your husband! He's probably waiting for you."

As they made their way to the car, they saw Jungkook and his parents saying their goodbyes. Jungkook's mother pulled him into a final hug, and Jungkook's own eyes were filled with tears.

"My sweet boy," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Be happy. Call us every day."

Mr. Jeon just patted his son's shoulder, a proud smile on his face. "You're a man now, son. Make us proud."

Jungkook hugged them both one last time, a mixture of sadness and excitement in his heart. As his parents drove away, V and Taehyung walked up to him. V gently took his hand, and Taehyung wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close.

"Ready to go home, Kookie?" V asked, his voice a gentle hum.

Jungkook nodded, a radiant smile returning to his face. "Yes," he said, his voice filled with a happy certainty. "I'm ready to go home."

With that, the three of them got into the car, ready to start their new lives, together.

Idk what I've wrote but I love writting the wedding part