The sound of laughter and footsteps echoed through the mansion as Namjoon’s family settled in. The grand foyer, usually quiet and formal, was alive with activity as suitcases were carried upstairs and introductions were made.

Seokjin led the charge, effortlessly juggling his role as host and older brother. He was smiling from ear to ear as he showed Namjoon around, pointing out the finer details of the house.

“This staircase is over a hundred years old,” Seokjin said, patting the mahogany railing proudly. “I told Father we should replace it, but he insisted on preserving the ‘integrity of the design.’”

Namjoon chuckled. “It’s impressive. Your family must have a lot of history here.”

“History is one way to put it,” Seokjin replied, his tone light but with a hint of something unspoken.

Jimin and Taehyung were already inseparable. Taehyung had practically dragged Jimin into the sitting room, where he was showing off his guitar collection.

“You play?” Taehyung asked, strumming a few chords on a sleek black acoustic guitar.

“Not really,” Jimin admitted, leaning back against the couch. “But I can sing a little.”

“A little?” Jungkook piped up from where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Hyung’s being modest. He’s great.”

Jimin waved him off with a sheepish grin. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to embarrass me.”

“Now you have to sing something,” Taehyung said, handing the guitar to Jimin. “Come on. One song.”

Jimin hesitated, but under the weight of both Taehyung’s expectant gaze and Jungkook’s teasing smirk, he finally relented. He strummed a few tentative chords before launching into a soft, soulful melody.

His voice filled the room, smooth and clear, and for a moment, even Taehyung was speechless.

“Wow,” Taehyung said when Jimin finished. “I mean… wow. Are you sure you’re not a professional?”

Jimin laughed, his cheeks tinged pink. “I just sing for fun.”

“Well, if you ever want to start a band, let me know,” Taehyung said with a grin.

While the others were busy exploring the house, Yoongi found himself in the library again, seeking refuge from the noise. He sat in his usual spot by the window, a half-empty cup of coffee in his hands.

The sound of footsteps made him glance up, and he wasn’t surprised to see Namjoon standing in the doorway.

“Mind if I join you?” Namjoon asked, his tone polite but friendly.

Yoongi shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Namjoon walked over and sat in the chair across from Yoongi, leaning back with an easy smile. “This house is something else,” he said, glancing around at the towering bookshelves and ornate furniture. “It feels like it belongs in a movie.”

“It’s big,” Yoongi said simply.

“Big and quiet,” Namjoon added, his voice thoughtful. “I imagine it must have been… interesting growing up here.”

Yoongi’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smile. “That’s one way to put it.”

Namjoon studied him for a moment, his gaze steady but not intrusive. “Seokjin talks about you a lot, you know. He’s proud of you.”

Yoongi frowned, taken aback. “He is?”

“Of course,” Namjoon said. “He doesn’t always say it directly, but it’s clear how much he cares about you. He’s been looking forward to having all of you together for this wedding.”

Yoongi looked down at his coffee, the warmth of the cup suddenly uncomfortable in his hands. He didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t.

Namjoon didn’t press him. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I know I’m kind of intruding on your family’s space, but I appreciate you all letting us stay here. It means a lot.”

“You’re marrying my brother,” Yoongi said, his tone even. “That makes you family now, too.”

Namjoon’s dimples deepened as he smiled. “I’ll try not to let you regret saying that.”

By the time dinner rolled around, the house was buzzing with energy. The long dining table was set with fine china and silverware, and the scent of roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread filled the air.

Their mother had outdone herself, ensuring the meal was as warm and inviting as the company. She floated around the table with ease, making sure everyone had what they needed.

“Jimin, do you like the soup?” she asked, smiling warmly at him.

“It’s delicious,” Jimin said, his eyes lighting up. “Thank you for going through all this trouble for us.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” she replied. “You’re our guests, and I want you to feel at home.”

Jungkook, who had been quiet for most of the meal, finally spoke up. “Your house is amazing, Mrs. Min. It’s like something out of a storybook.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” she said, her smile softening. “But please, call me Eunjung. There’s no need to be formal.”

Across the table, Seokjin and Namjoon were deep in conversation about the wedding schedule, while Taehyung and Jimin continued their playful bickering.

“Hyung, you’re going to lose to me in Monopoly later,” Taehyung said, pointing his fork at Jimin.

“In your dreams,” Jimin shot back, grinning.

Yoongi sat near the end of the table, quietly observing the lively scene. It felt strange, seeing the house so full of life. For years, it had been a place of silence and tension, but now it was almost unrecognizable.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” his mother said, leaning toward him.

“I’m just… taking it all in,” Yoongi replied honestly.

She reached out, placing a gentle hand over his. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Having everyone together like this?”

Yoongi nodded slowly. “Yeah. It is.”

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