Niko never really believed in marriage. Growing up around people who treated love like a fragile, temporary thing made it hard to see it as anything more than a ticking clock—something that always ran out eventually. Commitment felt like a trap, and promises were just soft lies wrapped in a bow. But then Jungkook came along.

Jungkook, with his steady voice and gentle hands. Jungkook, who held Niko through panic attacks and laughed with him under bedsheets tangled from midnight talks. Jungkook, who never rushed Niko to feel safe but made sure he always knew he was loved. With him, the word forever didn't feel like a sentence. It felt like a home.

When Jungkook gets down on one knee one rainy afternoon—no big speeches, no crowd, just soft eyes and a small box—Niko doesn’t say “yes” right away. He breaks down instead. Because he’s terrified. But Jungkook doesn’t pull away. He stays right there, on the floor, holding Niko like he’s still the most beautiful thing in the world. Like this isn’t a rejection. Like he’ll wait forever if he has to.

That’s when Niko realizes: marriage isn't scary when it's Jungkook. Because with him, love isn’t a risk. It’s a refuge.

Now it’s the quiet weeks leading up to the wedding. There’s no flashy ceremony planned, no overwhelming traditions. Just small things that feel like them—morning coffees in shared mugs, slow dancing in the kitchen, warm hands reaching for each other in bed. They pick out rings together, ones that aren’t too fancy but shine in the sunlight like they were meant to.

Marriage becomes less about the title and more about the life they’ve already built: shared routines, soft arguments over what movie to watch, kisses on foreheads when the world feels too loud. It’s about knowing that even on the bad days, they’ll choose each other. Over and over again.

And when Niko finally says, “I do,” he means it with his whole heart. Because love, with Jungkook, isn’t something to be feared.

It’s something to come home to.