The wish !!

The moment Jungkook's name reached his ears, something strange fluttered inside Taehyung's chest.

A faint warmth crept across his cheeks, coloring them pink before he even realized it. Completely unaware of his own reaction, he simply sat there, staring ahead.

Jeon Jungkook...

he repeated softly to himself, unaware that before the night was over, the name would become far more memorable than he could have ever imagined.

An instant, the cool night breeze that had followed them throughout the journey seemed different. The air no longer felt crisp and cold; instead, it carried an unexpected warmth, as though the night itself had quietly changed around him.

The name drifted through his thoughts once more, leaving behind a curious feeling he was far too young to understand and far too intrigued to ignore.

Jinho frowned slightly as he looked at his son more carefully.

Taehyung, son... why are your cheeks turning pink?

he asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Taehyung immediately snapped out of his thoughts and looked up.

Hmm?

His mother leaned forward as well, studying his face.

Are you feeling alright, sweetheart? You don't seem unwell, do you?

Caught off guard by the sudden attention, Taehyung quickly straightened in his seat.

Dad, Mom, I'm completely fine,

he replied with an awkward smile.

Nothing happened. I'm perfectly okay.

It wasn't a fever, nor was he uncomfortable. It was simply there—quiet, unfamiliar, and impossible to explain.

The conversation faded as a sudden stir rippled through the hall. One by one, the guests turned their attention toward the grand stage.

Almost instinctively, Taehyung followed their gaze.

A lone figure appeared at the far end of the aisle, moving steadily toward the brilliantly lit stage. The moment he came into view, an unusual silence seemed to settle over the crowd.

Conversations softened, heads turned, and countless eyes followed his every step.

At the same instant, Taehyung felt a cool breeze brush against his skin once more.

The laughter, the music, the clinking of glasses—everything around him seemed to drift into the background. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though time itself had slowed, holding its breath in anticipation.

As the figure gradually came into focus, Taehyung found himself unable to look anywhere else. His eyes remained fixed on the young man walking toward the stage, as though his curiosity had quietly taken hold of him.

He blinked once... then forgot to blink again.

Around him, guests continued talking, laughing, and moving about, but their voices seemed distant. Seated among hundreds of people, Taehyung could do little more than watch Jungkook make his way through the crowd.

And why wouldn't he?

Jeon Jungkook carried himself with a confidence that naturally drew attention. The glow of the chandeliers reflected off his formal attire, while every step he took seemed calm and assured.

There was nothing loud or dramatic about his presence, yet people instinctively noticed him the moment he entered.

For Taehyung, it felt as though he were watching the central figure of a story finally step onto the stage. Not because he understood anything special about him yet, but because there was something undeniably captivating about the young man that made it difficult to look away.

Meanwhile, Jungkook remained completely unaware of the curious boy seated among the guests, watching him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Jungkook was dressed so impeccably that it was difficult for anyone to look away. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look far more mature than his eighteen years.

The bright lights of the hall seemed to cling to him, enhancing the natural glow on his face. There was a youthful brilliance in his features—fresh, effortless, and impossible to ignore.

And seated among the guests, Taehyung could only stare, completely captivated by the sight before him.

Dad... is that Jeon Jungkook?

Taehyung asked softly, unable to take his eyes off the stage.

Yes, son,

Jinho replied with a smile.

That's him. He's the groom.

A few moments later, the music changed, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. Lisa made her grand appearance beside her father, looking elegant as she walked toward the stage.

The guests admired the bride, whispers of praise spreading through the hall. Cameras flashed, and heads turned to catch a glimpse of her.

But Taehyung barely noticed.

He couldn't have said what color her dress was or how beautiful the decorations around her looked. None of it seemed to reach him.

His gaze remained fixed on one person alone.

Jeon Jungkook.

As though the crowd, the lights, and even the bride herself had blurred into the background, leaving only him in perfect focus.

And there stood Jungkook, straight-backed and composed, carrying the weight of the responsibility his father had placed upon his shoulders.

His face still held that striking glow everyone admired, and from a distance he looked every bit the perfect groom. Yet something was missing.

The smile on his lips never quite reached his eyes.

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Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, Taehyung's eyes barely left Jungkook. No matter what was happening around him, his gaze always seemed to find its way back to the groom.

Now that the ceremony was over, Jungkook stood among his friends, exchanging polite smiles and conversations.

A little later, Mr. Wook approached Jinho once again.

Come with me,

he said warmly.

It's time I properly introduce you to my son-in-law.

Jinho nodded and rose from his seat. Taehyung's mother followed, while Jinho gently took Taehyung's hand.

The four of them made their way through the crowd, drawing closer and closer to Jungkook.

With every step, Taehyung could feel his heartbeat quicken for reasons he couldn't explain.

And before he knew it, he was standing only a few feet away from Jeon Jungkook himself.

Taehyung had no idea how he was supposed to react. His mind had gone strangely blank, leaving him with nothing but the rapid thumping of his heart.

Jungkook greeted Jinho politely, exchanging a few words with him before his gaze naturally shifted to the boy standing beside him.

And then he looked at Taehyung.

For a brief moment, their eyes met.

The instant it happened, Taehyung felt his heartbeat stumble before racing even faster than before. It pounded so loudly in his chest that he was convinced everyone around him could hear it.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's expression remained calm and courteous, completely unaware of the storm his simple glance had stirred.

Jungkook offered a gentle smile and looked at the boy standing beside Jinho.

Hi, dear. What's your name?

For a moment, Taehyung simply froze.

The question was simple, yet the words seemed to get stuck somewhere between his mind and his lips. His heart was beating far too fast for him to think clearly.

Before he could answer, Jinho chuckled softly.

His name is Kim Taehyung, It's his first time meeting you, so I think he's a little nervous.

A faint blush crept onto Taehyung's cheeks as he finally lowered his gaze.

H-Hello...

he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Standing beside his father, he wished he could act normally, but somehow, the closer he was to Jungkook, the harder that seemed to be.

Jungkook let out a small laugh, noticing the boy's nervousness.

Hey, there's no need to be nervous,

Hi, I'm Jungkook.

He then extended his hand with an easy smile.

Want to be friends?

Taehyung stared at the offered hand for what felt like an eternity. His mind was blank, his heartbeat relentless. Gathering every ounce of courage he had, he slowly reached out his own hand.

And then Jungkook's fingers closed around it.

The touch lasted only a moment.

Yet to Taehyung, it felt as though something had brushed against the very core of his being, sending a strange rush through his entire body.

Panic overtook him.

Without a word, he abruptly pulled his hand back and turned on his heel, hurrying away from the group.

For a second, everyone stood stunned.

Then laughter erupted around them.

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Taehyung's mother looked at him with concern.

Taehyung, sweetheart, you must be very tired, aren't you?

Yeah, mom, I'm really tired.

He immediately turned to his father.

Dad, can we leave soon? Please drive faster. I want to go home and sleep.

Jinho and his wife exchanged amused glances before nodding.

Alright, alright, We'll head home soon.

But the truth was, Taehyung wasn't in a hurry to sleep at all.

What he wanted was to escape.

Escape the unfamiliar nervousness swirling inside him. Escape the memory of that handshake. Escape the way his heart refused to calm down whenever he thought of Jungkook.

More than anything, he wanted the safety of his room, where he could hide from the strange feelings he couldn't understand and the questions he wasn't ready to answer.

Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.

With that, Taehyung hurried upstairs and slipped into his room. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he leaned against it for a second.

And smiled.

A real smile.

The kind he had been trying to hide all evening.

His cheeks warmed at the memory of the wedding, of a certain smile, of a certain handshake.

Walking over to his desk, he pulled out an old notebook from the drawer. After flipping through a few pages, he carefully tore out a blank sheet.

The paper crackled softly in the quiet room.

Still smiling to himself, he sat down on the edge of his bed, the sheet resting in his hands.

For the first time in his ten years of life, a single name refused to leave his thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook.

After staring at the blank sheet for a long moment, Taehyung finally picked up a pen and began to write in large, uneven letters.

If I ever get married, it will be to someone like Jeon Jungkook.

The words looked simple on the page, yet he found himself reading them over and over again.

At ten years old, he didn't truly understand the meaning of what he had written. He wasn't thinking about the future or marriage in any real sense.

He was simply captivated by the impression Jungkook had left on him that evening.

And so, sitting alone in the quiet of his room, Taehyung allowed himself to get lost in those thoughts, unaware of how fleeting childhood emotions could be and how little he understood them.

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