The next morning arrived quietly.
Suitcases stood lined up outside the house, one after another, as if waiting patiently. The house that had been so full just a day ago now felt lighter, calmer.
Y/N stepped out, sunlight falling softly on her face. There was a grin there — small, uncontrollable. She walked straight to her mother, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Hum kab nikal rahe hain?" she asked, unable to hide her excitement.
(When will we go)
Her mom smiled knowingly.
"Haan, bas abhi nikal hi rahe hain. Sabko aane do."
(We’re leaving soon. Let everyone arrive.)
Y/N nodded quickly, still smiling, her eyes already drifting toward the road as if the car might appear any second.
Soon enough, everyone gathered, and after one last look at the house, they headed toward the airport.
The journey passed in a blur of conversations, half-finished sentences, and tired laughter.
Inside the plane, once everyone settled into their seats, Y/N’s mom opened her handbag and pulled out a small packet.
"Kaju chahiye ya namkeen?" she asked, offering it around.
(Cashews or savory snacks?)
Someone took the cashews, someone else asked for namkeen.
Y/N leaned over to her side, stealing a handful before her mom could stop her.
"Bas thoda sa," she said innocently.
(Just a little)
One cousin shared homemade mathri, another passed around chocolates saved for the journey. Someone complained about leg space, someone else about the air conditioning.
Paper cups of juice were passed around. Wrappers crinkled softly. voices dropping into a comfortable.
Y/N leaned back in her seat, looking around at everyone — familiar faces (excluding some), shared snacks, small moments.
It felt ordinary.
And somehow, those ordinary moments felt like the beginning of something new.
They landed in South Korea around 5 PM.
As soon as the plane touched down, a soft murmur filled — seatbelts clicking open, people stretching, bags being pulled from overhead compartments.
Y/N stood up with the others. Her excitement had settled into something quieter now, mixed with curiosity and a faint nervousness she didn’t question (as this was her first time in South Korea).
The cool evening air greeted them as they stepped out of the airport. The city felt different — unfamiliar streets, glowing signboards, a language she didn’t understand, yet everything felt oddly welcoming.
Cars were already waiting.
Luggage was loaded, greetings exchanged. Y/N sat by the window during the drive, watching the city pass by — lights flickering on, buildings stretching tall against the evening sky.
They reached their destination as the sky darkened — a beautiful venue, softly lit, already glowing with preparations. White flowers lined the entrance, fairy lights wrapped around pillars, and a gentle buzz of voices filled the air.
The reception had begun.
Inside, the hall shimmered with warm lights. Guests mingled, soft music played, and the air carried a mix of laughter and anticipation.
Shreya and Jimin stood at the center, greeting everyone with calm smiles — tired, happy, content.
Y/N stood a little to the side, taking everything in.
She adjusted her outfit, smoothing the fabric, when she felt it again.
That familiar awareness.
She looked up.
Taehyung stood across the hall, talking to someone, but his eyes briefly flickered toward her — just for a second.
This time, she smiled.
He noticed.
And returned it — small, restrained, barely there.
Nothing more followed.
Yet somehow, in that crowded hall filled with voices and lights, those brief glances felt louder than words.
The reception continued around them — conversations flowing, photos being taken, plates filling and emptying.
But somewhere between the music and the murmured laughter, something unspoken lingered quietly… waiting.
And there someone noticed both of them..
As the reception slowly came to an end, guests began leaving one by one. The lights dimmed, the music softened, and the hall that had been full of voices now felt calmer, almost relieved.
Y/N and the others were gathering their things, ready to leave for the hotel.
That’s when Taehyung’s mother approached them, Shreya and a few others followed behind.
"Why the hotel?" she asked gently. "Stay here."
Y/N’s parents exchanged a quick glance.
"Arre nahi nahi," her mom replied politely. "Aap logon ko kaafi pareshaani ho jaayegi."
(No, no. It’ll be too much trouble for you all.)
Shreya immediately stepped in.
"Trouble kaisi? Aap log toh apne hi ho."
(What trouble? You’re family.)
Y/N stood quietly, watching the conversation go back and forth, too tired to add anything. Her feet ached, her eyes felt heavy, and even thinking felt like effort.
Finally, after what felt like too many arguments and too little energy left to resist, Y/N’s parents gave in.
"Theek hai," her father said softly.
(Alright.)
Smiles spread instantly — relieved, warm, welcoming.
By the time they reached the house, exhaustion took over completely.
Luggage was placed aside without much care. Doors opened and closed softly. No one spoke much anymore.
Y/N and her parents were shown to the guest room.
The lights were switched off soon after.
Without changing properly, without conversations, without thoughts — they lay down.
Sleep came quickly.
The kind that only comes after a long, overwhelming day.
In different parts of the city, others settled into their own homes too, lights switching off one by one.
The night grew quiet.
And somewhere in that silence, new beginnings rested quietly… waiting for morning.
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