Dream To Be With You ✨ [ Yoongi × Reader ]

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Y/n pov

As Yoongi and I were sharing a sweet moment, enjoying the glow of the fireworks, Alia couldn't help but jump into the scene, saying, "Oops, sorry! I didn't see anything." She laughed and grabbed my arms, teasing, "Yoongi oppa, I'm stealing my sister for a quick chat with my friends. Hope you can survive without her for a bit."

Playfully going along, I told Yoongi, "I'll be back in a jiffy, just gonna catch up with Alia and her crew." Alia chimed in, "Don't worry, Yoongi oppa, I'll bring her back safe and sound. Maybe."

Yoongi, playing it cool, grabbed my other arm, acting like he was holding onto a precious treasure. "Sorry, my sweet sister-in-law,but five minutes is my limit. I can't let my fiancée wander too far. "
he declared with a mock serious face.
We all laughed, and Alia insisted, "Just a few more minutes, Yoongi oppa, promise."

With a smile, I agreed, "Okay, a bit more sister time won't hurt. But make sure to bring me back before Yoongi misses me too much." Alia winked, leading me away for a short adventure with her friends, leaving Yoongi with a grin on his face.

In those extra moments, we laughed, danced a bit more, and soaked in the lively atmosphere. Little did I know, this engagement celebration would be filled not only with love but also with the joy of newfound connections and the excitement

Taehyang POV

Amidst the lively engagement celebration, I caught sight of Alia, radiating joy as she engaged in animated conversations with other guests. Excited to join in the festivities, I playfully waved at her, prompting that sweet smile of hers.

"Oppa, do you want anything?" she inquired with that endearing tone that never failed to make my heart skip a beat.

Grinning, I replied, "How about a drink, Alia?"

With a nod, she took my hand, leading me to the dining area adorned with an array of colorful juices.

Oppa, which juice would you like?" she asked, mischief glinting in her eyes.

Playing along, I teased, "Alia, I'm in the mood for something a bit stronger. Maybe some alcohol?"

Her eyes widened in mock surprise, and she leaned in, whispering, "Oppa, I'm sorry, but in our Indian parties, we don't serve alcoholic drinks."

Feigning disappointment, I nodded, "Ah, I forgot about that. My mistake, Alia."

She reassured me with a playful smile, "No problem, oppa. Let's enjoy some juice together."

As we chatted, Alia's playful banter continued. "You know, oppa, I thought you were the adventurous type, asking for alcohol at an Indian party," she said, feigning seriousness.

I played along, "Guess I got caught up in the moment. But hey, this juice is excellent company too, especially when shared with a charming companion."

She blushed at the compliment, responding, "Smooth talker, aren't you, oppa?"

We laughed together, enjoying the light-hearted exchange. Amidst the music, laughter, and the buzz of the celebration,