The days that followed felt like a deep exhale after a long, breathless run. The scars of the battle were still fresh, but no longer bleeding. The wounds had shaped them, bound them closer, and for the first time in a long while, all of them decided to just… be.

Namjoon announced it first. “We’re going on a trip. No guns. No fights. No business.” Everyone stopped and stared, blinking in surprise. Then a wave of quiet relief passed across the room, and for once, no one argued.

They chose a quiet spot by the ocean, a secluded beach where the sound of the waves felt like a lullaby. Jin packed enough snacks for an army. Hoseok brought a camera, determined to capture every smile. Taehyung insisted on making sandcastles with Annie. Jimin promised her ice cream every evening.

As soon as they arrived, Annie squealed and ran toward the water. Taehyung scooped her up before the waves could, making her giggle wildly.

“Careful, princess,” he winked, brushing sand from her nose.

Jimin knelt down to help Annie build a castle, making a mess and laughing like a boy, reminding everyone how precious these moments were.

Jin and Namjoon set up a spot for lunch, laying out a blanket and unpacking enough food to feed an army. Yoongi wandered down the shore, hands in his pockets, breathing in the salty air. Somehow, the world felt… right.

And then there was YN and Jungkook.

They stood a little apart, barefoot in the sand, the waves brushing their toes. The air was crisp, the wind teasing the edges of their hair. YN glanced at him, brushing a strand of hair from her own face.

“I never thought we’d have this,” she said quietly.

“A moment where it doesn’t hurt.”

Jungkook smiled faintly, brushing his fingers over her hand until their fingers laced together.

“We deserve it. All of us. Even after everything.”

They watched the others from a distance. Jin chasing Annie down the shore. Jimin tackling Taehyung into the sand. Hoseok setting up a speaker for soft music. Namjoon and Yoongi shaking their heads, trying not to laugh.

“Look at them,” YN said softly. “Look at us. We’re… okay.”

Jungkook pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s what we fought for. What we bled for.”

“We deserve this peace. We deserve each other.”

As the sun sank, they gathered around a crackling bonfire. The stars winked down upon this mismatched family. Annie was wrapped in a blanket, resting her head on YN’s lap, giggling as Hoseok sang an off-tune song.

Taehyung started telling embarrassing stories about Jimin until the younger boy buried his face in his hands. Jin passed around roasted marshmallows, making sure everyone had one. Namjoon watched it all quietly, a serene smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Even Yoongi, leaning back with a drink in hand, let out a soft chuckle every now and then.

Jungkook watched from beside YN, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand as she gazed at the stars.

“We’ve lost a lot,” he said quietly.

“But this… this is what we have left. What we can protect.”

YN tilted her head to rest on his shoulder, brushing her nose against the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s enough, Jungkook. They’re enough. We’re enough.”

As the sound of the waves mixed with their laughter and soft conversations, a sense of belonging settled over them all. Not a family bound by blood, but one built from scars, loyalty, sacrifice, and an unspoken promise:

“No matter where we came from, no matter what we’ve lost, we have this now. We have each other.”

The night felt long and serene, like a chapter closing and a brighter one just beginning. Against the crackling of the fire and the sound of the ocean, nine broken souls felt whole for the first time

The trip was coming to an end.

The fire had burned low, and one by one, everyone drifted inside to sleep. Annie had dozed off in Jin’s arms, after refusing to leave until YN tucked her in. The moonlight kissed the quiet beach where waves whispered secrets across the shore.

YN was walking barefoot along the sand, her arms hugging herself against the cool breeze. Her eyes were on the ocean, but her mind... wandered through the ruins and the rising. Everything they’d survived. Everything they’d rebuilt.

And then, without a word, she felt warmth behind her. Jungkook’s presence — steady, grounding. His arms wrapped gently around her waist from behind.

“You disappeared,” he murmured against her shoulder.

“You noticed?” she teased softly, her voice laced with a half-smile.

“Always.” He turned her around slowly, holding her hands. His eyes were steady on hers — not demanding, not pleading. Just present. Just him.

The silence stretched between them — not awkward, not empty. Heavy with meaning. Full of unsaid truths.

Then, with the stars above and the tide kissing their feet, Jungkook took a slow breath... and knelt.

YN’s heart skipped.

I’m not asking this to trap you,” he said quietly.

“I’m not asking you to forget the pain or pretend we’re whole already.”

He looked up at her with vulnerable eyes — the kind that had seen too much blood, too much death, too much loss.

“But I want to build something real now. For us. For Annie. For the life we never had but always deserved.”

He took a simple silver ring from his pocket — no diamonds, no extravagance. Just a promise in a band.

“Marry me, YN.

Not for me…

Not because the world expects it…

But for you —

So you finally have a place to call home,

So Annie has two people who will never leave her,

And so we both get to live… not just survive.”

YN’s lips trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t look away.

She bent down slowly, cupping his face in her hands.

“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, a tear sliding down.

“But you’re my idiot.”

She didn’t say yes.

She kissed him.

Deeply. Fiercely. Desperately. Like all the pain, all the grief, all the loneliness poured into that single moment. He pulled her into his arms as he stood, the ring still between them.

When they finally pulled away, she leaned her forehead against his and whispered,

“Let’s give Annie a forever. And let’s find ours too.”

He slid the ring onto her finger, and she didn’t stop him.

And Just Like That...

The girl who had once only known revenge...

The boy who only lived in violence…

Now stood together under the moonlight, beginning again — not perfect, not healed, but whole in their own, scarred way.

The waves crashed gently against the shore as twilight fell, a soft hush cloaking the beach. The stars had just begun to scatter across the deepening sky when Jungkook took her hand. His eyes—no longer shadowed with violence or haunted pain—held a depth YN hadn’t seen in him before. It was peace, raw and rare. Something hard-won.

“For us,” he murmured, fingers tightening slightly over hers, “for Annie… for the future we never thought we could have.” Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a simple silver ring—elegant, unadorned, but strong. Like them.

He dropped to one knee, not for tradition but to show her—fully—that he was hers.

“Marry me, YN.”

She didn’t cry. Not yet. Her heart was too full, her breath caught somewhere between a scream and a sigh. She kneeled down to him instead, brought his hand to her chest.

“I will. Not for some fairytale,” she whispered, “but because this... you... Annie... is the only future I want.”

Back at the Mansion – That Same Night

When they returned home, Annie was curled up on the couch, surrounded by Jin’s homemade pastries and Tae’s ridiculous storybook voices. She looked up with sleepy eyes that instantly lit up when she saw them.

“Koookiee! YN!” she squealed, jumping up. Jungkook scooped her into his arms, spinning her until she giggled wildly. YN smiled, heart swelling.

Then Annie noticed something.

“Why is there a ring on YN’s finger?”

Everything fell quiet. Seven pairs of eyes locked onto the tiny silver band glinting against YN’s hand.

“Wait—what?!” Jimin stood up.

Jungkook nodded, holding YN’s hand proudly. “We’re getting married.”

The room exploded.

Jin screamed first—out of excitement. Tae fell to his knees, mock-sobbing. Yoongi blinked slowly, but a tiny smirk tugged his lips. Hoseok looked like he might cry. Namjoon just chuckled and clapped Jungkook’s shoulder.

And Annie? She was already hugging both of them, bouncing. “I want a pink dress! Can I have a pink dress at your wedding?!”

“Only if you’re the flower girl,” YN teased, brushing Annie’s hair away from her face. “The prettiest one.”

Wedding Preparations –

Planning a mafia wedding isn’t easy. But planning one after the mafia world has been buried beneath them? That’s a miracle.

The next few weeks were filled with joy, chaos, and for once—normal stress.

Jin took over the food arrangements (“If anyone serves dry cake, I will physically remove them.”)

Namjoon handled the guest list and security. (“Yes, it’s a peaceful wedding, but we’re not amateurs.”)

Jimin and Hoseok helped YN pick out her dress—after three days of arguing lace vs. silk, the moment she stepped out in the final gown, both men cried.

Taehyung volunteered for ring bearer (“I’ll make it fashion”) and then fought Annie over flower girl duties, which led to a compromise where he would be the “flower prince.”

Yoongi offered to write music for the ceremony. It was soft. Poignant. Healing.

Jungkook… never left her side.

Every time YN looked at him, she was reminded of the boy who once stood above her with a gun in his hand… and now stood beside her with her heart in his

Post-engagement, the mansion felt different.

Lighter.

The shadows didn’t vanish—but they no longer ruled. YN and Jungkook had separate rooms once—cold, distant. Now they shared one, where sunlight spilled in through the curtains every morning and Annie would sneak in at 7 AM sharp, demanding cuddles.

YN would teach her how to braid her hair. Jungkook would tie ribbons in it, failing miserably until Annie showed him how.

They cooked breakfast together. Burned toast. Laughed.

The others stayed close. No longer soldiers in war, but family. Jimin would steal Jungkook’s jackets. Jin still scolded people for bad eating habits. Hoseok danced with Annie in the hallway. Yoongi pretended to hate noise but fell asleep with everyone on movie nights.

One Night Before the Wedding

YN lay in bed beside Jungkook, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest—the serpent.

“You really want this?” she asked softly.

“You already know the answer,” he said, turning to her. “But I’ll still say it. I want you. I want this life. Not because I deserve it—but because I choose it. Every damn day.”

She leaned up and kissed him.

“No more war,” she whispered.

“No more pain,” he replied.

“Only us.”

The day dawned soft and golden. Light spilled across the sky like warm silk, touching every window of the Black Serpent mansion, now dressed in white florals, muted golds, and soft roses. The once-shadowed home gleamed with celebration.

The garden—usually a quiet retreat—was transformed into a breathtaking venue. Draped in ivory silk and wild flowers, with seats arranged beneath an open sky, the aisle was lined with candles and scattered rose petals. It wasn’t extravagant. It was elegant. Warm. Real. Just like them.

Inside her room, YN stood still as Jimin zipped up the back of her gown—white, off-shoulder, fitted at the waist with soft tulle flowing like a whisper around her.

“You’re glowing,” he whispered, wiping the corner of his eye.

YN looked at herself in the mirror. A woman reborn. Once built from ice and vengeance—now wrapped in love and the scars of survival.

Jin came in with the bouquet—lilies and white roses, her mother’s favorite. He handed it to her with trembling fingers. “Your parents would be proud. We all are.”

A soft knock.

Annie peeked in, dressed in a blush pink gown with tiny ribbons in her curled hair. “You look like a queen.”

YN bent down, tears already burning her lashes. “And you look like a fairy princess.”

Annie hugged her tightly, then whispered, “Kookie is waiting.”

Jungkook stood at the altar, nervous fingers adjusting his cuffs, breath shallow.

He wore a black suit, lined subtly with silver embroidery—nothing flashy, just enough to reflect who he was. On his chest, just beneath the collar of his shirt, was a new tattoo inked over the Black Serpent symbol—a lily and a flame. For YN. For her mother. For rebirth.

Namjoon, standing beside him as best man, patted his shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’ve taken bullets with less heart-pounding than this,” Jungkook muttered.

Then the music changed.

Everyone rose.

And there she was.

YN stepped into view, bathed in gold sunlight, bouquet in hand, her eyes never leaving his. Time slowed. Jungkook’s throat tightened. He’d seen her in battle, covered in blood, dressed in fire—but never like this.

She was everything he'd fought for.

The officiant began with simple words. No long speeches. Just truth.

“You’ve both walked through hell,” he said gently. “Now you walk into something beautiful. A life you chose. Together.”

He took her hands. “I’ve done things that broke me. Things I thought I could never come back from. But then there was you. You didn’t fix me… you reminded me that I’m still human. That I still have a heart. That I still deserve love. I promise I’ll never run again. I’ll never shut you out. You are my home, YN.”

Tears spilled freely. “I grew up believing I had no one. That I was built only for revenge. And then I met you—my enemy. My storm. My calm. And you gave me a reason to stay alive. You, Annie, this family... you are the only thing I want for the rest of my life.”

Annie walked down the aisle proudly with the rings in a velvet box. Everyone watched as Jungkook slipped the ring on her finger—the same one he proposed with, now engraved with a tiny serpent and lily intertwined. She did the same.

“I now pronounce you…”

“Kiss her, you idiot!” Jimin yelled from the front row.

Everyone laughed.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, the kind of kiss that made the world fade—the kind that promised forever.

Cheers erupted. Tae threw rose petals in the air. Hoseok whistled. Jin cried. Yoongi blinked too fast.

And Annie? She ran to them, squeezing between the two, arms around their legs. “Now we’re a real family!”

“You’ve always been ours,” YN whispered into her hair.

Later that evening, under a canopy of fairy lights, they danced. Jungkook held her close as Yoongi’s soft piano music played, their foreheads pressed together.

Every table was filled with love, teasing, stories, and second chances.

Taehyung gave a hilarious toast about how “he always knew they’d end up together, even when YN was threatening Jungkook with knives.”

Namjoon toasted “to found family, and the strength to choose love over legacy.”

Annie fell asleep in Jungkook’s lap halfway through dinner, still holding a cupcake in her hand. YN covered her with her shawl.

Later That Night

Their bedroom was quiet.

Candles flickered.

She sat beside him on the bed, the weight of the day settling into her bones like warmth after a long storm.

“We made it,” she whispered.

He nodded, brushing a curl behind her ear. “We did.”

“Do you think... we’ll stay like this?”

“No,” he said honestly. “We’ll fight. We’ll break sometimes. But now, we won’t do it alone.”

Then he pulled her close and kissed her like it was their first time. Soft. Devoted. Healing.

Outside, the world slept.

Inside, love stayed wide awake.

The end... Finally this story comes to an end guys hope you like it. 💗