Here you are, dressed in white, standing before the person who once was just a boy sitting beside you in middle school—Jungkook. Who would have thought that a simple moment, like lending him your black-inked pen, would lead to something so profound? From that small act of kindness bloomed a connection that only deepened with time. What started as fleeting glances and casual conversations turned into late-night talks, stolen moments, and the realization that your heart beat a little faster whenever he was near.

And now, after years of growing together, of navigating the highs and lows, you stand before him—not just as the girl who once shared her pen, but as the woman who now shares his future. You had always dreamed of this day, picturing how it would feel to slip a ring onto his finger, to promise yourself to him for a lifetime. And when he proposed, you knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that everything was falling perfectly into place.

The wedding had been magical, filled with love, laughter, and whispered promises of forever. The moment the vows were exchanged, sealing your devotion to each other, it was as if the world had paused, just for the two of you. And now, as the celebrations faded into the night, you found yourself in the next chapter of your journey—your honeymoon in Hawaii, in a breathtakingly luxurious hotel that seemed to glow under the moonlight.

After slipping into a more comfortable dress for the evening, you turned to find Jungkook looking effortlessly handsome. His shirt was only half-buttoned, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest, while the intricate ink of his sleeve tattoo stood boldly against his skin. The sight made your heart flutter all over again, just like it had the first time you saw him in high school—except now, he was yours, in every sense of the word.

Standing on the balcony of your hotel room, you let the cool night breeze brush against your skin as you admired the twinkling city lights below. A serene smile graced your lips, a reflection of the happiness swelling in your chest. And then, you felt it—strong arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you into a warm, familiar embrace.

Jungkook’s chin rested gently on your shoulder, his breath fanning against your neck as he held you close. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest before he murmured softly, “I can call you my wife now, right?”