Just A Few Numbers Away

Chapter 122

The Threshold of Forever

The walk from the suite to the Yeong Bin Gwan courtyard felt surreal.

As they stepped out from behind the heavy wooden gates, the noise of the crowd-the polite chatter, the clinking of glasses, the soft, elegant music-washed over them.

​The brothers instinctively shifted, their casual banter falling away.

They moved as a single unit, their presence drawing every eye in the courtyard.

But before they could reach the front, a blur of motion cut through the polished silence.

​"Dadhie!"

​A small, familiar voice rang out across the courtyard.

Carly, who had been showing off her outfit to Angel and Eric, dashed away from them, her dress fluttering as she sprinted toward the group.

​The industry executives and high-profile guests went silent, watching in surprise.

But the tension on Yoongi's face didn't just break-it dissolved.

His "cool, icy mask" vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration.

​He didn't hesitate.

He crouched down, opening his arms wide just as Carly collided with him, burying her face in his shoulder.

He laughed-a bright, genuine sound that echoed off the stone walls-and lifted her easily, tucking her against his chest.

​"Hey, princess. You look very beautiful," he murmured, loud enough for those nearby to hear.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her temple, his hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

"Thank you, Dadhie," Carly beamed, her eyes sparkling.

"You look very, very handsome. Momhie is going to cry when she sees you."

​A collective "aww" rippled through the guests nearby.

​The members watched, smiling-they were used to this, but the rest of the room seemed struck by the scene.

Yoongi looked up, his gaze catching Aen's parents in the crowd.

He gave them a small, respectful nod, his eyes glowing with a protective warmth that told them everything they needed to know about how he felt about their family.

Aen's mother caught her husband's eye, a silent, mutual understanding passing between them.

They had seen the groom now; they had seen the love in his eyes, and now, they needed to see their daughter.

​Quietly, they rose, slipping through the rows of guests toward the back of the courtyard.

​"We'll be right back," her father whispered in English to the Yoongi's parents in their row.

"Just going to check on the bride."

​As they reached the heavy wooden gates leading back to the bridal suite, they caught a final glimpse of Yoongi still carrying Carly.

He was standing with the members, looking composed, yet there was a stillness in his posture-the stance of a man ready to begin his life.

​They stepped through the gates, the grand noise of the courtyard fading instantly, replaced by the hushed, reverent quiet of the private corridor.