Some scars never fade. But neither does love that grew beside them.

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Scene 1: The Sound of Morning Chaos

The sun poured through linen curtains.

There were paint stains on the kitchen tiles. Aahana’s art projects had taken over the dining table. And soft music played from the studio next door.

Yoongi’s studio.

“Appa! You forgot your coffee again!”

Aahana—now ten—stormed in wearing headphones too big for her head, holding a mug like a weapon.

You watched from the kitchen, amused.

He peeked out from behind his mixing setup, eyes tired but warm.

“Ah, I was hoping you’d deliver it.”

“And I was hoping you’d remember,” she muttered, setting it down like a mini diva.

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Scene 2: The Interview That Went Viral

Later that evening, the world watched BTS’s “Where Are They Now” documentary.

They showed footage of Yoongi—older, calmer, still sharp with his words but softer with his smile.

“Regret leaving the spotlight?” the host asked.

He looked into the camera for a long time.

“Not even once. I found something brighter.”

A clip followed: you and Aahana laughing in the garden, his fingers laced in yours as he watched from the porch.

Millions of hearts melted.

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Scene 3: The Letter in the Drawer

You found a letter in his drawer one quiet night.

It was dated five years ago. The day after your beach wedding.

Y/N,

If you ever find this, it means I didn’t have the courage to say it aloud back then.

But I chose you. Not because I had to. Not because we were trapped.

But because you made me believe in second lives. In soft endings after hard chapters.

And in a kind of love I thought wasn’t made for men like me.

If you’re reading this… I hope we still dance in the kitchen.

I love you.

—Yoongi

You placed the letter back and walked straight to the kitchen.

Where he was already holding his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Min?”

You nodded.

Even without music.

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Scene 4: Wildflowers Still Bloom

In the garden, wildflowers still grew where you scattered your mother’s ashes years ago.

Aahana often sat there when she needed peace.

She said it made her feel strong. Like the women who came before her.

“Will you tell me that story again?” she asked one evening.

“Which one?” you smiled.

“The one where you were a runaway bride… and Appa was an idol who didn’t want to fall in love.”

You began.

And she listened.

Eyes wide.

Heart full.

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THE END. FOR REAL.