The first golden rays of Vishu morning kissed the grand Kim Manison with an ethereal glow.

Inside the house, everything was bathed in shades of tradition yellow marigolds draped like royal robes across doorframes, oil lamps flickering gently, and the scent of sandalwood mingled with the rich aroma of sadhya being prepared in the kitchen.

In the heart of the home, a divine arrangement stood glowing.✨Vishukkani.✨

A brass vessel overflowed with rice, golden coins, lemons, ripe mangoes, mirror, cucumber, sacred texts, and a glowing idol of Krishna dressed in yellow silk, adorned with jasmine and tulsi. Lamps framed Him like stars around the moon.

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The ladies of the house were a vision.

Jin, in a rich rose-pink kasavu saree with golden borders, had tears in her eyes as she lit the final lamp.

Hobi, in light yellow with jasmine flowers woven into his hair, twirled once with glee before arranging the plates.

And Jungkook draped in a stunning ivory Kasavu saree with a golden border, his saree hugging his waist, flowing like moonlight. His hair was left long, adorned with a golden clip and Jasmine blooms.

He was a living deity. Not a soul could look at him without whispering, "Ethereal."

Jungkook walked in to the living room.

The room literally gasped.

Because Jungkook looked ethereal. Saree flowing, jasmine in hair, bangles chiming, glowing like a newly married Vishukkani angel.

Hobi choked on air "Bro... the saree isn't wearing him. He's wearing us all down."

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The men were gently guided, eyes closed, into the pooja room.

Taehyung, blindfolded with his wife's dupatta, chuckled softly.
"Bunny, are you sure you're not about to prank me?"

Jungkook's voice came like a breeze. "No pranks today, only divinity."

Namjoon, led by Jin, was mumbling, "I feel like I'm being kidnapped for blessings."

Jin smacked his arm lightly. "Be quiet. Respect the culture."

Once positioned before the Vishukkani, the cloth was removed from their eyes.

And what they saw... silenced them.

The glow of Krishna. The soft light. The beauty of their wives. The aura of love.

Taehyung's breath caught.
He wasn't sure if it was the lamplight, the flowers, or the goddess in front of him but he swore his heart bowed.

"Are you trying to kill me this early, Mrs. Kim?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Kook smirked."I'm simply celebrating tradition, Mr. Kim."

"I'm calling the temple priest to file a complaint. This should be illegal."

Jungkook elbowed him playfully. "Go get dressed. slipping a yellow bindi on Taehyung's forehead. "And you look like Krishna himself, my dark prince."

They all bowed before the deity, offering prayers with folded hands, as the temple bells rang in the distance.

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Later...

They headed to the nearby Krishna temple, the entire Kim family dressed in traditional attire. Namjoon in white mundu and gold-bordered shirts, hair neatly styled.

Taehyung walked in like Vishu Krishna himself white shirt folded at the elbow, golden border mundu, slicked-back hair, and that damn temple-boy charm.

The wives walking ahead gracefully, drawing admiring eyes.

Locals whispered as the family arrived.

"Is that the Kim family?"
"God, they look like royalty!"
"Is that Mrs. Kim in the white saree? She looks like Mahadevi herself."

Jungkook walked with poise, hand in Taehyung's. Behind them, Hobi and Jin laughed softly, children handing them marigolds. The air was filled with temple chants, chenda melam (drum beats), and the scent of sandal and incense.

Inside the temple, the main Krishna idol shone brightly in butter lamps, adorned in yellow silk and tulsi garlands.

Jungkook whispered, "He looks a lot like you."

Taehyung winked. "I taught Him how to pose."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but his smile was uncontainable.
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After the temple visit...

As the family's car pulled into the Kim Mansion gates, Taehyung gently guided Jungkook out, their fingers still intertwined. The scent of temple incense still lingered on their clothes, and the softness of blessings seemed to follow them like divine light.

But Jungkook suddenly paused, eyes going wide.Standing near the main entrance, beneath the decorated arch of mango leaves and marigold strands, were familiar faces

Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon, dressed impeccably in traditional Kerala attire, stood with proud eyes.
Yoongi and Jimin with smiles bright. And beside them, Aiden, waving excitedly.

"Appa... Amma!" Jungkook gasped.

He broke into a run, barefoot on the jasmine-strewn pathway, his saree swaying like a divine breeze.

Mrs. Jeon opened her arms, catching her son in a warm hug. "My darling boy..."Mr. Jeon placed a hand on Jungkook's head, voice thick with emotion. "You look like a goddess no...like a celestial being, Kookie."
Jungkook giggled, eyes misty. "You came all this way..."
Yoongi chuckled softly. "We wouldn't miss Vishu with our star child."

Jimin with a teasing smile. "You look like a bride straight out of a poem babe." Aiden tugged on Jungkook's hand. "happy Vishu ma beautiful bunny😘.!"

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Next Kaineettam followed.

One by one, the elders came forward, offering Kaineettam crisp currency notes tucked with love and blessings into the hands of the younger ones. The air was filled with playful teasing, "Don't spend it all on snacks!" and warm hugs.

Taehyung handed his to Jungkook with a wink.
"This is a thank you. For marrying me and making me believe in gods again."

Jungkook grinned. "Only if you keep treating me like one.
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Later in the afternoon... the women gathered in the kitchen.

Jimin in shirt -Jin, Hobi, Mrs. Jeon, and Jungkook, all in colorful kasavu sarees, tied their hair up, rolled up their sleeves, and got to work.

The sound of mustard seeds crackling in coconut oil, the slicing of vegetables, and the clinking of brass utensils filled the kitchen with homely chaos.

Jin :"Did you soak the parippu?"
Hobi:"Kook! Taste this sambhar!"
Mrs. Jeon:"We need more coconut milk."
Jungkook:"I swear, I've stirred this payasam 100 times!"
Jimin: "This is so tiresome."

Flour dusted their cheeks, the heat kissed their foreheads, and yet they laughed loud, free, and full of love. A familyhood wrapped in the warmth of tradition.
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Meanwhile, the men sat on the veranda, the soft golden afternoon light washing over them.

Taehyung, Namjoon, Mr. Jeon, Yoongi, and Aiden lounged in mundus, sipping cool spiced buttermilk, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

Mr. Jeon looked at Taehyung with a proud smile.
"You've created a home that feels like a temple."

Taehyung chuckled. "Only because Jungkook walks these halls."

Namjoon asked, "How was business this quarter, Mr. Jeon?"

Mr. Jeon: "Flourishing. But I'm planning to slow down soon. Spend more time with the family."

Yoongi leaned back. "I say we all retire and open a South Indian café by the beach."

Aiden: "You just want to sit and judge customers."

Yoongi smirked. "Exactly."
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The afternoon drifted into mellow golden light as music played in the background soft carnatic tunes mixed with light laughter and the occasional clang of utensils from the kitchen.

Perfect! Here's the next part-the grand Vishu Sadhya and the beautiful gathering around it, complete with Aiden and Kook's sweet best-friend energy, rich Kerala flavor, and a warm family vibes✨.

Time for Sadhya...
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The long banana leaves were laid out in perfect rows on the gleaming floor of the Kim mansion's open courtyard, the aroma of coconut, spices, and jaggery dancing in the air.

Brass utensils shimmered under the soft lights, and small flower petals were scattered around for a divine touch.

Everyone had changed into fresh clothes Kook now wore a lighter, gold-embroidered cream Churidar, hair adorned with fresh jasmine. Taehyung, in a pure white mund and soft golden shirt, looked like a prince beside him. Together, they moved like harmony personified.

"Aiden!" Jungkook called, spotting the boy trying to sneak a piece of banana chip." You eat only when I say."

Aiden pouted. "Best friends don't starve best friends!"

Kook smirked. "Best friends also wait for sadhya."

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The Sadhya begins.

Everyone took their places cross-legged on the floor elders at the front, others at the centre✨

Servers moved with trained grace, pouring parippu curry, rasam, sambar, and spooning out thoran, kalan, inji curry, and more onto the banana leaves.

Payasam came last, its sweetness already promising a sleepy afternoon.

Mrs. Jeon:"This smells just like my mother's kitchen."
Jin:"It better taste better than last year, or I'm suing!"
Jimin:"You say that every year, Amma. "
Hobi:"And yet you always eat the most."

Taehyung turned to Jungkook. "Did you really cook this much?"

Jungkook, rolling his eyes: "You think just because I look pretty, I didn't sweat over five stoves?"

Taehyung grinned, gently brushing Kook's cheek. "You look like a goddess of war and food."

Kook whispered with a smirk, "Don't flirt at the sadhya, Kim Taehyung."

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The eating began with laughter and tradition.

Namjoon tried to explain each dish's meaning. "Each flavor represents a part of life. Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy..."

Yoongi: "Sounds like Taekook's relationship."

Mr. Jeon laughed out loud. "He's not wrong."

Everyone chuckled as Taehyung mock-glared at Yoongi, only for Kook to feed him a spoon of payasam, shutting him up sweetly.
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As they finished, warm with food and full of heart

Kook leaned against Taehyung, sighing. "I wish every day could feel like today."

Taehyung replied softly, "Then let's make every day feel like family and love."
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