Fuck it, ILY

Lovers

Nien's POV

We had just entered the mall, and almost immediately, Taehyung grabbed Jia's hand, practically dragging her to the women's section. It was hilarious how uninterested Jia looked while her husband buzzed around like a stylist on a mission. Taehyung was in full "fashion mode," scanning through racks of clothes with such enthusiasm that you'd think he was shopping for a red-carpet event.

Jia, on the other hand, wore the expression of someone who had been dragged out of bed for a marathon. She didn't say much, but the look in her eyes was pure resignation. I stifled a laugh, watching her get pulled along like she had no choice in the matter. I mean, could you blame her? Taehyung looked like he was planning a wardrobe overhaul.

"Look at this!" Taehyung exclaimed, holding up a sleek black dress. "This would look amazing on you, babe."

Jia raised an eyebrow. "Taehyung, it's too tight. I'm not wearing that."

He pouted but didn't give up. "But it would show off your curves! You know I love your curves."

Jia rolled her eyes, but I could see the tiniest smile playing at her lips. Taehyung was clearly head over heels for her, and honestly, watching them together was pure entertainment. He was completely, utterly, and undeniably whipped.

Jia has a curvy, chubby figure, and while it's something she carries with grace, finding clothes that complement her body type isn't always easy. But Taehyung? He was determined. Like, really determined. His eyes scanned the racks, his fingers flipping through hangers at lightning speed. I've never seen someone so dedicated to picking out outfits for their partner.

Meanwhile, Ella had already finished her shopping. She was standing by the cashier with a mountain of clothes and accessories piled up. The cashier looked at her and asked, "Cash or card?"

Without missing a beat, Ella replied, "Husband."

I swear, my jaw dropped. The level of nonchalance in her voice was unreal. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. And just as the word left her mouth, Jimin appeared—right on cue, of course. It was like he had a sixth sense for these things. He casually combed his hair with his fingers, giving Ella a smug smile as he surveyed her haul.

"Really? Husband?" he said, teasing her.

Ella shrugged, completely unfazed. "Well, you did say you'd take care of it."

Jimin chuckled, then pulled out his credit card like he was in some rom-com scene. "Anything for you," he said, handing the card to the cashier.

I stood there, watching them, my inner monologue going wild. It was like I was witnessing one of those scenes straight out of a romance novel—the kind where the rich, handsome hero spoils his partner without even thinking twice. I couldn't believe how effortlessly they pulled off these "fictional couple" vibes. Being around them sometimes felt like stepping into a rom-com or one of those guilty-pleasure novels you read late at night.

Jungkook walked over to me, grinning like he had just seen the whole thing too. "You see that?" he whispered.

I nodded, still processing. "Is this real life? Or am I reading a romance novel?"

Jungkook chuckled, his arm slipping around my waist. "It's real life. Wild, huh?"

Meanwhile, Taehyung was still hunting for the perfect outfit for Jia, who was now sitting on a nearby chair, looking like she was ready to tap out of the fashion marathon. He held up a flowy skirt and a cute blouse, his eyes practically sparkling as he rushed back over to her.

"This one. You *have* to try this one," he said, pushing the clothes into her hands.

Jia sighed dramatically but stood up, clearly used to this routine. "Fine, fine. I'll try it on," she said, making her way to the fitting rooms.