Chapter 66: A House, A Home, A Promise 🔥

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There are potted plants everywhere, the scent of old paper and fresh coffee in the air.

A lot of paintings and art pieces

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A lot of paintings and art pieces. A vinyl record player sits by the window, a stack of jazz records beside it.

It's the kind of place that invites you in and makes you stay

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It's the kind of place that invites you in and makes you stay.

"Wow," I breathe, setting Wacha's carrier down. "This is exactly how I imagined your place, Joon."

Namjoon grins, kicking off his shoes. "Messy and full of books?"

"Cozy and this is so not messy." I glance around, spotting a framed calligraphy piece on the wall. It reads: 'A house is made of walls and beams, but a home is made of love and dreams.'

My chest tightens.

Because isn't that exactly what this is?

Taehyung lets out a dramatic sigh as he steps in, Yeontan wiggling in his arms.

"Hyung, your place smells like knowledge."

Jin oppa laughs from the kitchen. "That's the nicest way anyone has ever called Namjoon a nerd."

Yoongi snorts, helping me unclip Wacha's carrier

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Yoongi snorts, helping me unclip Wacha's carrier.

The moment the door opens, she trots out with the confidence of a queen, tail flicking as she surveys the space.

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