Outside, the distant hum of Seoul traffic faded into the soft strum of a guitar. The air smelled of fresh flowers, expensive cologne, and something sweet—the exact mix you'd dreamed about since you were a kid.

And there he was.

Jungkook stood at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, wearing that dark suit he'd tried on four times before finally admitting it was the one. His jaw tightened when he saw you, eyes going soft and wide like he couldn't quite believe you were real.

The guests seemed to blur. The flowers, the lights, the whispered oh my god from someone's aunt—none of it mattered. There was only him, watching you walk closer with that nervous, hopeful smile he only ever showed you.