𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓

Epilogue

A delightful and pleasant smell was filled in the air as she sprayed the perfume on her collarbone. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before turning towards the door at her husband's voice, as he stepped into the room, his dark eyes filled with admiration. "Are you ready to go?" he asked gently.

She gave him a small nod, adjusting the folds of her dress before he walked over and took her hands in his. His fingers traced over her skin softly, as if memorizing every inch of her.

"You are looking—"

"Beautiful. I know." She interrupted with a playful smirk.

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head as he gazed at her with warmth. "You’ve really learned to love yourself, haven’t you?"

A soft smile graced her lips. "You’ve loved me so much that I don’t want to hate myself anymore."

His expression softened as he lifted her hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "Where is Ji-hoon?"

"With Mom. She took him to get ready," she replied.

Jimin nodded. "Alright, let’s go. Everyone is waiting." He extended his arm to her. She looped her hand through his, and together, they stepped out of the room.

As they descended the grand staircase, all eyes turned to them. The room filled with applause, the warm sound echoing off the walls. Y/n felt Jimin’s fingers tighten around hers as they walked side by side, the weight of everyone's gaze settling on them.

Jungkook was the first to step forward, his face lighting up with a smile. Without hesitation, he pulled both of them into a warm embrace.

“I was looking forward to meeting you both," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you. My heart’s desire has been fulfilled—seeing you two together."

Jimin patted his shoulder, exchanging a knowing look with his friend. Soon, the rest of their friends gathered around, sharing laughter and teasing words, the atmosphere filled with warmth and happiness.

Y/n’s gaze drifted across the room until she spotted Ji-hoon in Mrs. Park’s arms. Excusing herself, she walked over, her eyes softening at the sight of her son.

"Mom, how do I look?" she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.

Mrs. Park turned to her with a warm smile. "You look beautiful, dear."

Y/n reached for Ji-hoon, and Mrs. Park handed him over before excusing herself to greet some guests. Holding Ji-hoon close, she pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek, savoring the way he giggled softly in response.

Just then, she felt a warm hand rest gently on her waist. She turned, already knowing who it was.

Jimin stood beside her, his dark eyes full of something unspoken—love, pride, and an emotion deeper than words.

"Mine," he whispered so only she could hear, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

And in that moment, with their son in her arms and Jimin by her side, Y/n felt whole.

Jimin leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Y/n’s cheek. She turned to him instantly, her eyes widening.

"What are you doing? Everyone is watching," she whispered, her voice laced with both embarrassment and surprise.

Jimin arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh really? You kissed Ji-hoon when no one was looking. But when I kiss you, suddenly the whole world decides to watch. Wow! How logical you are." His tone was teasing, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made Y/n roll her eyes.