Scene: Accidental Time Travel — Courtesy of Two Strangers
The music and chatter from the venue blurred into a warm hum as Y/N drifted toward the quieter end of the garden, the fairy lights above swaying gently in the night breeze.
That’s when she saw them.
A couple, maybe mid-twenties, standing under a canopy of twinkling bulbs. The girl was tugging her partner’s scarf into place, smoothing it with her palms. The guy just stood there, smiling down at her with that soft, slow look like she was the only thing worth seeing. His hand slipped easily into hers, like it had always belonged there.
Y/N’s steps slowed.
She told herself she was only glancing. Just… passing by.
But her eyes stayed locked, and her chest tightened in that old, traitorous way.
And suddenly—she wasn’t here anymore. She was back in another October. One year ago.
The memory was so sharp it almost stung: Jungkook leaning against his car in the glow of streetlamps, holding out her favorite hot chocolate with that lazy grin. His scarf looped loosely around his neck, his hair a little messy from the wind.
Back then, she’d believed—completely, fiercely—that he loved her. That the way he’d pull her into his arms after teasing her all day meant something real. That every “I can’t lose you” was a promise, not a cage.
She missed that belief.
The late-night drives when he’d sing along to the radio, his fingers brushing hers at red lights. The way he’d spin her around in the living room for no reason. The warmth of his hoodie when she stole it and pretended she’d give it back.
God, she missed thinking she was safe there.
Because the truth—that he was never what she thought—still hurt to touch. That his “I love you”s came with conditions. That his sudden silences were punishments. That his apologies always ended with you know how you get…
But in this moment, under the sway of fairy lights, she let herself miss the lie. The beautiful, sweet, dangerous lie.
Her throat felt tight.
A year. She’d survived a whole year without him. And still, some part of her mourned the girl who used to believe every smile, every hug, every late-night coffee run.
The couple laughed at something only they understood. His forehead pressed to hers for a heartbeat, and she looked away—blinking fast, grounding herself back in the present.
From the crowd behind her, Taehyung’s voice floated over, warm and unbothered. “Found you.”
She turned to see him weaving through the guests, balancing a plate with two gulab jamuns like he’d crossed oceans to get them for her. His coat was slightly crooked, his hair catching the light in a way that made him look unfairly good.
When their eyes met, his grin widened, easy and sure.
And just like that, the ache dulled.
“Cute, huh?” he said, nodding toward the couple she’d been watching.
Y/N managed a small smile. “Yeah… really cute.”
Scene Title: “Snow, Squad, and the Punjabi Energy Bomb”
The pre-wedding venue in Manali looked like a Pinterest board had exploded—strings of marigolds swaying in the cold mountain breeze, fairy lights tangled with pine branches, and the snow-capped peaks glowing gold under the late afternoon sun. Somewhere, a speaker was blasting a remix of Gallan Goodiyan at an unholy volume, because the groom’s cousins clearly had no concept of “background music.”
Y/N was adjusting Princess’s beanie when the cold wind shifted—and so did the energy.
Because striding down the slushy cobblestone path came four men.
Not just any men. The Wooga Squad.
Seo-joon, tall and handsome like he’d just stepped out of a historical drama poster, wearing a perfectly draped shawl over his blazer. Hyung-sik, all warm smiles and sweater-layered charm, carrying a paper bag that suspiciously smelled like hot momos. Sung-hwan, towering and beanie-clad, with the expression of someone who was here for the food first, wedding second. And trailing beside them… Woo-shik and a human thunderstorm in a mustard jacket, sunglasses, and an aura that screamed Bhangra at breakfast—Diljit.
Taehyung spotted them first. His entire face lit up like the fairy lights overhead. “Yahhh! You guys made it!”
They all converged in a big, chaotic, back-slapping, bro-hug mess—except Diljit, who didn’t even bother with subtlety and bear-hugged Taehyung so hard, Y/N swore she heard a rib crack.
Diljit: “Veereee! Oye hoye! Tere fashion ne toh Manali di hawa nu vi garam kar ditta!” (Bro! Your fashion just made even Manali’s air hotter!)
Y/N choked on a laugh.
Seo-joon pulled back from the hug and immediately gave Princess a royal bow.
Princess blinked at him from under her fluffy beanie, then grabbed his scarf like she was claiming him as tribute. Everyone melted instantly.
Hyung-sik: “Aigoo… she’s stealing accessories already. Takes after her Y/N aunt.”
Y/N raised a brow. “Flattery will get you extra momo rations.”
Sung-hwan handed Y/N a steaming momo from his paper bag without a word, like this was a sacred offering. She accepted it with both hands because, honestly, Sung-hwan gets it.
Then Diljit bounded over, sunglasses still on even though the sun was basically gone. “Bhabhiiiiii!” he declared, like they’d been family for years and before Y/N could react, he was already laying on the floor and touching her feet.
Wooshik stepped in with a done face, hitting his back, "Yah! Get up, you are from the groom's side."
Diljit just grinned, “Bas pyaar hai, veere! Pyaar!” (It’s just love, brother! Love!) and then immediately pulled Wooshik into another side hug because apparently separation anxiety hits fast in Punjabi.
Within minutes, the group had taken over the venue corner—Seo-joon, Woo-shik and Hyung-sik sipping chai and admiring the mountains, Sung-hwan trying to see if Princess liked the beatboxing noises he was making (spoiler: she did), and Diljit already hyping up the groom’s cousins for an impromptu dance circle later.
Y/N watched them all together—this chaotic, mismatched, warm bunch of humans—and felt her chest warm in a way that wasn’t from the chai.
Manali’s air was crisp, pine-scented, and buzzing with wedding energy. Snowflakes had just started drifting down, dusting their hair and coats in white.
Taehyung caught Y/N’s gaze from across the group, his smile softening. He mouthed, Happy?
She nodded. Very.
Because for the first time in a long time, the people around her felt like more than just guests—they felt like home.
♡ JungSu ♡
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Continuation of the previous pov :-
Scene: Accidental Time Travel — Courtesy of Two Strangers
The music and chatter from the venue blurred into a warm hum as Y/N drifted toward the quieter end of the garden, the fairy lights above swaying gently in the night breeze.
That’s when she saw them.
A couple, maybe mid-twenties, standing under a canopy of twinkling bulbs. The girl was tugging her partner’s scarf into place, smoothing it with her palms. The guy just stood there, smiling down at her with that soft, slow look like she was the only thing worth seeing. His hand slipped easily into hers, like it had always belonged there.
Y/N’s steps slowed.
She told herself she was only glancing. Just… passing by.
But her eyes stayed locked, and her chest tightened in that old, traitorous way.
And suddenly—she wasn’t here anymore.
She was back in another October. One year ago.
The memory was so sharp it almost stung: Jungkook leaning against his car in the glow of streetlamps, holding out her favorite hot chocolate with that lazy grin. His scarf looped loosely around his neck, his hair a little messy from the wind.
Back then, she’d believed—completely, fiercely—that he loved her.
That the way he’d pull her into his arms after teasing her all day meant something real.
That every “I can’t lose you” was a promise, not a cage.
She missed that belief.
The late-night drives when he’d sing along to the radio, his fingers brushing hers at red lights. The way he’d spin her around in the living room for no reason. The warmth of his hoodie when she stole it and pretended she’d give it back.
God, she missed thinking she was safe there.
Because the truth—that he was never what she thought—still hurt to touch.
That his “I love you”s came with conditions. That his sudden silences were punishments. That his apologies always ended with you know how you get…
But in this moment, under the sway of fairy lights, she let herself miss the lie. The beautiful, sweet, dangerous lie.
Her throat felt tight.
A year. She’d survived a whole year without him. And still, some part of her mourned the girl who used to believe every smile, every hug, every late-night coffee run.
The couple laughed at something only they understood. His forehead pressed to hers for a heartbeat, and she looked away—blinking fast, grounding herself back in the present.
From the crowd behind her, Taehyung’s voice floated over, warm and unbothered. “Found you.”
She turned to see him weaving through the guests, balancing a plate with two gulab jamuns like he’d crossed oceans to get them for her. His coat was slightly crooked, his hair catching the light in a way that made him look unfairly good.
When their eyes met, his grin widened, easy and sure.
And just like that, the ache dulled.
“Cute, huh?” he said, nodding toward the couple she’d been watching.
Y/N managed a small smile. “Yeah… really cute.”
Scene Title: “Snow, Squad, and the Punjabi Energy Bomb”
The pre-wedding venue in Manali looked like a Pinterest board had exploded—strings of marigolds swaying in the cold mountain breeze, fairy lights tangled with pine branches, and the snow-capped peaks glowing gold under the late afternoon sun. Somewhere, a speaker was blasting a remix of Gallan Goodiyan at an unholy volume, because the groom’s cousins clearly had no concept of “background music.”
Y/N was adjusting Princess’s beanie when the cold wind shifted—and so did the energy.
Because striding down the slushy cobblestone path came four men.
Not just any men. The Wooga Squad.
Seo-joon, tall and handsome like he’d just stepped out of a historical drama poster, wearing a perfectly draped shawl over his blazer.
Hyung-sik, all warm smiles and sweater-layered charm, carrying a paper bag that suspiciously smelled like hot momos.
Sung-hwan, towering and beanie-clad, with the expression of someone who was here for the food first, wedding second.
And trailing beside them… Woo-shik and a human thunderstorm in a mustard jacket, sunglasses, and an aura that screamed Bhangra at breakfast—Diljit.
Taehyung spotted them first. His entire face lit up like the fairy lights overhead.
“Yahhh! You guys made it!”
They all converged in a big, chaotic, back-slapping, bro-hug mess—except Diljit, who didn’t even bother with subtlety and bear-hugged Taehyung so hard, Y/N swore she heard a rib crack.
Diljit: “Veereee! Oye hoye! Tere fashion ne toh Manali di hawa nu vi garam kar ditta!”
(Bro! Your fashion just made even Manali’s air hotter!)
Y/N choked on a laugh.
Seo-joon pulled back from the hug and immediately gave Princess a royal bow.
Princess blinked at him from under her fluffy beanie, then grabbed his scarf like she was claiming him as tribute. Everyone melted instantly.
Hyung-sik: “Aigoo… she’s stealing accessories already. Takes after her Y/N aunt.”
Y/N raised a brow. “Flattery will get you extra momo rations.”
Sung-hwan handed Y/N a steaming momo from his paper bag without a word, like this was a sacred offering. She accepted it with both hands because, honestly, Sung-hwan gets it.
Then Diljit bounded over, sunglasses still on even though the sun was basically gone.
“Bhabhiiiiii!” he declared, like they’d been family for years and before Y/N could react, he was already laying on the floor and touching her feet.
Wooshik stepped in with a done face, hitting his back, "Yah! Get up, you are from the groom's side."
Diljit just grinned, “Bas pyaar hai, veere! Pyaar!” (It’s just love, brother! Love!) and then immediately pulled Wooshik into another side hug because apparently separation anxiety hits fast in Punjabi.
Within minutes, the group had taken over the venue corner—Seo-joon, Woo-shik and Hyung-sik sipping chai and admiring the mountains, Sung-hwan trying to see if Princess liked the beatboxing noises he was making (spoiler: she did), and Diljit already hyping up the groom’s cousins for an impromptu dance circle later.
Y/N watched them all together—this chaotic, mismatched, warm bunch of humans—and felt her chest warm in a way that wasn’t from the chai.
Manali’s air was crisp, pine-scented, and buzzing with wedding energy. Snowflakes had just started drifting down, dusting their hair and coats in white.
Taehyung caught Y/N’s gaze from across the group, his smile softening. He mouthed, Happy?
She nodded. Very.
Because for the first time in a long time, the people around her felt like more than just guests—they felt like home.
To be continued....
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