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Chapter 96: Where We Are Meant to Be

"Me?"

"Yes you. Of all of you."

Something about the way he said it made my throat feel tight.

But of course, of course, Jin hyung couldn't let the moment be too serious.

"Don't tell anyone," he added, voice low like it was a scandalous secret.

"I'm supposed to be jaded and terrifying."

I leaned in conspiratorially. "Noted."

Beat.

"But between us? You're kind of a sap."

"Please," he sniffed, flipping his hair dramatically.

"I'm aesthetic excellence, remember?"

We both cracked up.

A few seats down, Jiwoo noona was swirling a glass of wine, watching Woo Shik-who, despite being a fully grown adult, was currently balancing a menu on his head while Seojun cheered him on like an Olympic event.

Ji woo noona sighed, rubbing her temples.

"You're supposed to be legal professionals."

"This is stress relief," Seojun grinned.

Woo Shik, in full confidence, gestured wildly with both hands. "I am an artist."

The menu flopped onto the table.

"You're a mess," Jisoo deadpanned, recording it all on her phone.

"And I am a documentarian of glory."

That sent the whole table into chaos-laughter spilling from one side to the other, wrapping around us like a shared warmth.

Someone turned on a speaker, and the soft hum of instrumental jazz filled the air like a lullaby with rhythm.

I sat back, drink in hand, watching it all unfold-the dancing, the laughter, the rightness of it all.

Tae stands, his smile playful but soft, and holds a hand out to Yoongi hyung.

"Dance with me?"

Yoongi hyung blinks. "Right now?"

"Why not?" Tae tilts his head, a challenge wrapped in affection.

And without another word, Yoongi hyung takes his hand.

They move near the open window, bathed in the golden glow of the lanterns, the night breeze playing with the edges of their sleeves.

It isn't choreographed or polished-it's just them, swaying gently, heads bowed close, murmuring things only they can hear.

It makes something warm settle in my chest. The kind of warmth that doesn't fade, no matter how many winters come.