Chapter 67: Fairy Lights and First Kisses

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“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? My beautiful face, Taehyung! Do you know how much the world needs this?!"

I cackle, leaning into him. "Hyung, please."

“No, no, no," hyung continues, shaking his head. "This is how I go? Betrayed by my own soulmate?”

I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. "Hyung, I promise—"

Jin hyung gasps, eyes wide. "Oh my god. Did Namjoon put you up to this?"

I choke on air. "WHAT?!"

Hyung nods sagely, as if he’s solved the case.

"He’s always wanted to be the handsomest one in the group. He’s taking me out.”

I dissolve into laughter. "Oh my god, hyung—"

The elevator dings.

Before Jin hyung can protest further, I reach up and place my hands over his eyes.

Hyung freezes. "Wha—"

I grin. "No peeking!"

Jin hyung scoffs. "Excuse me?!"

I giggle, shifting behind him slightly as I carefully guide him out of the elevator.

He grumbles but allows it. "Taehyung. I'm too handsome to be led around blindly like this."

"Shhh, trust me!" I chirp, practically vibrating with excitement.

Jin hyung sighs dramatically. "If I die, I'm haunting you first."

I laugh, squeezing his shoulders. "Deal."

Carefully, I guide him forward.

The rooftop is exactly how I left it—quiet, peaceful, perfect.

The city skyline stretches out before us, the lights shimmering against the dark sky.

A soft glow from the fairy lights I strung up this morning casts a golden hue over the space, twinkling like stars.

A cozy seating area is set up in the corner, with blankets and cushions surrounding a small, flickering fire pit.

It’s… everything I imagined.

My heart races.
I take a deep breath.

Then—
I remove my hands.

"Surprise, hyung!"

Jin hyung blinks.

His mouth parts slightly, eyes widening as he takes everything in.

His mouth parts slightly, eyes widening as he takes everything in

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The rooftop. The skyline. The fairy lights. The warmth of the fire.
The soft intimacy of it all.

"Tae…" he breathes.
And my heart soars.

Because he looks stunned.
Not just impressed—moved.

Slowly, he turns to me.
"You… did all this?" His voice is softer now, laced with something I can't quite place.

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