Call me HYUNG!

epilogue

Years had passed since that winter night, and the memories of Taehyung’s unexpected, whirlwind proposal still brought smiles and laughter to their faces. Now, they stood hand in hand, not as just two souls who had finally found their way to each other, but as partners, best friends, and the embodiment of a love that had endured every trial thrown at them.

The world had seen many changes. Taehyung’s career in photography had blossomed, capturing moments and emotions that transcended words. He was celebrated not just for his keen eye but for the way his photos conveyed the depth of human experience—something he’d learned through his own journey of love and loss.

Jungkook had become one of the most sought-after painters of his generation. His exhibitions were a blend of raw emotion and stunning creativity, often drawing in massive crowds. But no matter how famous he became, the one person who mattered the most was always right beside him.

Their love was now an unshakable foundation, something that everyone around them admired. They had been through every high and low together, but instead of letting the hard times break them, they’d used them to grow stronger, creating a life they both cherished.

The house they shared was filled with little reminders of their love story. Taehyung’s photographs lined the walls, each image a frozen moment in time—many of them of Jungkook, of course. Jungkook’s paintings adorned the living spaces, vibrant colors mingling with softer hues, telling stories that words could never fully express.

Their home was a haven, a place where they could be themselves away from the world. There were quiet mornings with coffee in hand, late-night conversations on the couch, and spontaneous dancing in the kitchen when their favorite songs came on the radio. They had created a life together that was full of small, meaningful moments, the kind that made everything else seem insignificant.

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As they stood on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist—just like he had all those years ago when they first danced together under the stars. Jungkook leaned into him, smiling softly as the cool breeze brushed against his skin.

“Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” Jungkook asked, his voice full of wonder.

Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “Every day,” he whispered. “But I always knew we’d get here. It was always you and me, Koo. No matter how lost we got along the way.”

Jungkook turned in his arms, his gaze meeting Taehyung’s. “I’m glad you didn’t give up on me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I could’ve survived without you.”

Taehyung smiled, his thumb brushing across Jungkook’s cheek. “You saved me just as much as I saved you. We’ve been saving each other since the day we met.”

They stood there for a while, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, knowing that their story had only just begun. There would be more challenges, more uncertainties, but they had learned how to navigate those storms together.

It was one of those rare quiet mornings where neither of them had work or commitments. Taehyung was lounging on the couch, flipping through one of Jungkook’s sketchbooks with a soft smile on his face. Jungkook emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of coffee in hand, his messy hair falling into his eyes as he placed the mugs on the coffee table.

“Tae, stop snooping through my sketches,” Jungkook said, plopping down next to him.

“I’m your husband, I have a right,” Taehyung teased, holding up a drawing of himself Jungkook had sketched while he was sleeping. “Look at this one. You’re so whipped for me.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Hyung.”

Taehyung’s head shot up, eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Wait… what did you just call me?”

Realizing his slip, Jungkook immediately bit his lip, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Nothing. You must’ve imagined it.”

“No! You said it!” Taehyung tackled Jungkook, pinning him down on the couch. “Say it again. Call me Hyung. Just once. Please!”

Jungkook laughed, squirming under Taehyung’s hold. “Never! Not in this lifetime!”

“You just did it, you brat!” Taehyung pouted dramatically, crossing his arms and turning away. “You know, as your older, wiser, and incredibly handsome husband, I think I deserve some respect.”

Jungkook sat up, wrapping his arms around Taehyung from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder. “You deserve all the respect in the world, my love… but calling you Hyung? Nope. Not happening.”

Taehyung let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” Jungkook said, planting a soft kiss on Taehyung’s cheek.

Their playful banter filled the air with warmth, the kind of comfort that only comes from knowing someone so deeply and loving them so fiercely. They weren’t just two people who loved each other—they were home to one another.

Years into their marriage, their love still felt as fresh and exciting as it did in the beginning. They continued to surprise one another, to grow in ways that they never imagined, but most importantly, they cherished each other deeply. There was no need for grand gestures or over-the-top proclamations. Their love was quiet, constant, and true.

And as they stood there, hand in hand, looking out at the world, they both knew one thing for certain: their love had always been, and always would be, enough.

The End—But Really, The Beginning

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Letting it go is tough for me 🙂🥲
This story is actually close to my heart 🥺

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A new year gift for my lovies
Even though my fingers are swollen
I've exams 😭
And I should study
😭😭😭
I'm insane 😭😭😭

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Anyways
This is the end. For this story
Or is it?
Every end is actually a beginning of something much more remarkable and beautiful.
Stay happy and healthy and strong.
Love ya.

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Read my other works too if possible 😅 it motivates me to write more .
Byeeeeee see ya (＾ｖ＾)
In my next one.