Chapter 98: A House Built in Love

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"Holy shit."

Hobi's voice rang out the moment he stepped out of the car and saw the house-his eyes wide, mouth parted in sheer awe.

"No seriously, what the actual hell? This place looks like it walked off the cover of Architectural Digest and slapped me in the face."

Jungkook let out a long, low whistle beside him, slowly pulling his sunglasses down just enough to get a better look.

"Bro... this is insane."

The rest of us were already standing on the smooth slate steps of the modern cream-stone facade, sunlight pouring down on the sharply angled rooflines and tall glass panes that shimmered like they held secrets.

Every inch of this house was modern luxury meets lived-in soul

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Every inch of this house was modern luxury meets lived-in soul. Wood beams softened the glass and steel.

The exterior gave you "wow," but the inside? The inside gave you home.

Tae leaned into my side and bumped my shoulder, eyes twinkling.

"Noona, You think they're impressed?"

"Let's hope," I whispered back, watching Hobi and Jungkook take slow, reverent steps up the porch like they were entering a cathedral.

"You guys have your own zip code?"

Jungkook joked, taking in the porch seating nook, potted olive trees, and warm pendant lights dangling above the massive black front door.

"I swear this place has weather patterns."

Joon grinned, stepping aside like a tour guide. "Come on in. We've got... well, everything."

The foyer was flooded with light, thanks to the floor-to-ceiling glass across the far side of the house.

Cream walls, a suspended modern chandelier that looked like dripping stars, and soft wood beneath our feet-it already felt alive with us in it

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Cream walls, a suspended modern chandelier that looked like dripping stars, and soft wood beneath our feet-it already felt alive with us in it.

Movers were threading in and out, carrying labeled boxes and wrapped furniture like a human current.

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