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⁀➷ SPECIAL CHAPTER

Third person's Pov 

Years later...

The golden light of the setting sun bathed the backyard in warmth. Shadows stretched long and soft across the well-kept grass as Jia sat on the wooden bench, feeling the gentle autumn breeze rustle through her hair. She leaned back, taking in the quiet peace that had settled over their home. Jungwon's laughter, always rich and full, floated through the open window as he wrapped up a project he had been working on in the yard.

Jia smiled to herself, thinking about how their love had grown so much since their childhood. Even back then, she had loved him in ways her younger self couldn't quite explain. But it was only after they got married that their bond truly blossomed into something deeper and more beautiful than she could have imagined.

Jungwon walked over to her, wiping his hands on the towel he had slung over his shoulder. His face was flushed from working, but there was still that boyish glint in his eyes that Jia adored. He sat down next to her on the bench, his presence warm and comforting. Without saying a word, he reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering as they traced the curve of her cheek.

"You look beautiful," he said softly, his voice filled with the same affection that had grown over the years.

Jia felt her heart flutter, just as it always did whenever he looked at her like that. "You're biased," she teased, her smile soft.

Jungwon chuckled, leaning a little closer, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of love and playfulness. "Maybe, but I'm still right."

They sat in that peaceful quiet, their fingers intertwined as they soaked in the moment. The years had been kind to them—filled with laughter, with challenges that only made their love stronger, and most importantly, with the joy of raising their son, Shion, who had grown from a bright-eyed child into a teenager almost overnight.

As the two of them inched closer, the world around them seemed to slow, their faces just inches apart, ready to share a tender kiss. But a hushed giggle broke the moment.

From behind the hedge, two heads were barely visible, though their voices were less stealthy than their movements.

"Are they going to kiss now?" Shion whispered, his excitement barely contained.

Niki, crouching beside his nephew, gave a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes in mock dismay. "They always do. That's why we don't let them out here alone." With a quick move, Niki threw his hand over Shion's eyes, attempting to shield him from the impending romantic display. "Trust me, kid, you don't want to see this."

But Shion, now taller than his uncle and far less amused, pulled Niki's hand away with ease, shaking his head in exasperation. "Uncle Riki, you don't have to do this anymore. I'm not a little kid, and they're always kissing each other. Like, all the time." His voice carried the exaggerated tone of someone who had grown used to seeing his parents being affectionate.

Niki feigned offense, standing up to his full height and stretching his arms out dramatically. "You may be a teenager now, Shion, but I'm still doing my duty as the responsible adult here. I can't have you scarred for life."