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At home, the driver carefully carries Holden to bed while I help a tipsy JK stumble inside. He's still singing, his voice slightly off-key, and every now and then he pauses to declare his love for me. It's sweet, but right now, getting him to bed is the priority.

"Ria! I love you!" he suddenly shouts, his voice echoing through the hallway.

"Yeah, I love you too, but let's get you to bed first, okay?" I reply, trying to keep him focused.

As the driver comes to help me with JK, my tipsy boyfriend suddenly becomes territorial. "Who is this man?" he yells, his words slurred but his tone indignant. "Trying to get in my house with my woman! I shall fight you!" He attempts to strike a fighting pose, but nearly topples over.

I can't help but giggle. "JK, it's your driver. He's trying to help you."

With a determined look, he stands up straight, swaying slightly. "You shall not enter!" he proclaims dramatically, pointing a wobbly finger at his driver. "This is my woman and my room!" He looks so serious, like a puppy trying to be fierce.

The driver, bless him, just bows and steps back, clearly amused. "No problem, sir. Just doing my job," he says, chuckling as he heads out. I apologize quietly as I hear him lock the front door behind him.

Once we reach the bedroom, JK musters all his drunken dignity. He stands as straight as he can (which isn't very straight at all) and stumbles into the room. "This is my kingdom!" he declares, flopping onto the bed like a starfish.

I start to remove his shoes, mask, and tie. As I begin to take off his jacket, JK gives me a lopsided grin. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, my lady?" he slurs, attempting to wink but closing both eyes instead. "Because I'll have you know, I'm a proper gentleman. You'll need to buy me dinner first!" He pauses, looking confused. "Wait, we did have dinner, didn't we? Was it chicken? I love chicken!"

I can't help but laugh at his drunken rambling. "Yes, it was chicken, and it was delicious!"

He nods sagely, looking very serious. "Good. I might have to sing a song about chicken now."

"Please don't," I giggle, shaking my head. "Let's save the songs for tomorrow, okay?"

As I help him undress, I'm filled with affection for this silly, loving man. It's been a beautiful day celebrating love, and now I get to end it by taking care of the person I love most. Despite the challenges of a drunk JK, I wouldn't have it any other way.

As I tuck JK into bed, he suddenly grabs my arm, his eyes half-closed but still twinkling. "My little minx, come here," he says, his voice a mix of sleepiness and playfulness.

I can't help but giggle. "You're drunk, JK. Get some sleep," I say, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He whines adorably, "Please, baby, come lay with me." His pout is impossible to resist, but I know I need to get ready for bed first.

"I'll be in bed soon," I promise, laughing softly. "I just need to get my PJs on, get ready for bed, and call Rachael to make sure everyone got home safe. Then I'll come lay with you, I promise."

JK smiles, his eyes already closing. "Promise?" he mumbles, sounding like a sleepy child.

"Yes, I promise," I assure him.

"Okay, baby," he says, rolling over and immediately starting to snore. I shake my head, amused by how quickly he falls asleep.

After getting ready and calling Rachael, I finally settle into bed. JK is facing me, and as soon as I'm under the covers, he pulls me close. We're nose to nose, and he smiles, his eyes still closed, and kisses my nose. "Baby," he whispers.

"Yes, babe?" I respond, feeling warm and content.

He giggles, the sound adorable and slightly slurred. "I like it when you call me that, Noona." I can't help but smile at his cuteness. Then he sighs, and what he says next makes my heart skip a beat.

"Baby, do you want to get married someday?"

My eyes fly open, and I look at him closely. His eyes are still closed, and I wonder if he'll even remember this conversation in the morning.

"Yes," I say softly, my voice filled with emotion. "If you want that, I would love to."

He smiles again, looking satisfied. "Good," he mumbles, trying to pull me even closer. I giggle as I realize I can't possibly get any nearer to him.

Just then, JK suddenly sits up, looking serious. "Wait! Who's going to be our wedding planner?" he demands, his expression a mix of confusion and determination.

I burst out laughing. "JK, we'll figure that out later! Right now, you need to sleep!"

He narrows his eyes, still trying to look serious. "I want a big cake. And balloons! Lots of balloons!"

"Okay, lots of balloons," I say, trying to suppress my laughter. "Now lay down, Mr. Wedding Planner."

"Fine," he huffs, flopping back onto the pillow. "But I want a chicken-flavored cake."

"Sure, why not?" I say, chuckling. "Now go to sleep before you start planning our honeymoon too!"

He nods, eyes fluttering closed. "I'll dream about Hawaii," he murmurs, a smile creeping across his face.

I can't help but feel a warm, bubbly feeling in my chest. Even in his drunken state, JK has managed to make my heart soar. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of a future with this adorable, loving man by my side.

A short while later, I feel him stir beside me. "Ria," he whispers, his voice thick with sleep. "Did I really say I wanted a chicken-flavored cake?"

I nod, biting back a smile. "Yes, you did."

He groans dramatically. "Why do I always embarrass myself when I'm drunk? I'm never drinking again!"

"Sure, sure," I tease, running my fingers through his hair. "We both know that's not true."

"Okay, maybe just a little," he admits, chuckling softly. "But only if you promise to be my designated driver."

"Deal," I say, laughing. 

Jungkook starts to drift back to sleep. "Love you, Ria," he says with a sleepy voice.

I feel my heart swell. "I love you too, Jungkook. Now go to sleep."

Jungkook instantly starts snoring, and I can't help but giggle as I kiss him on the forehead.

As I drift off to sleep, I know that no matter how silly or drunk he gets, moments like this make everything worthwhile. I can't wait to wake up tomorrow with him by my side, ready to take on whatever comes next together.