The wedding had ended hours ago, but the echoes of laughter, shehnai, flash cameras and distant aunties ki "arey kitne cute lag rahe the dono saath!" were still buzzing in Jimin's ears.

And suga... well, suga was pretending he could still hear nothing except silence.

Typical.....

The kim mansion.... Earlier which was suga's room now its finally.... Officially yoonmin's room-their "first night" ka room-looked like it had been designed by NamJin who believed quantity was more important than quality......
Rose petals literally everywhere.
Bed so big it looked like a cricket pitch.
Candles flickering.
Soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers.

It was either very romantic...
or extremely awkward.

Probably both.

Jimin pushed open the door and blinked.
"suga... yeh... yeh sab?"
Her tone was exactly the same as when 4-year-old Jimin had walked into suga's room and found him decorating the entire wall with hand-drawn cats.

"Not me," suga muttered, tossing his sherwani jacket onto a chair, "its our respected parents, they both decided to turn the room into a Bollywood set..... You know how mom is...."

Jimin snorted, walking in behind him. "Haan... bilkul tumhari aesthetics jaisa. Suga: king of minimalism. Aur yahan... 4000 roses."

That made suga glare at the stereo speaker like it personally offended him.

"Music band karoon?" Jimin tried not to smile.

"Please."

He hurried to lower the volume but ended up pressing something wrong.
Romantic instrumental suddenly changed into a loud Bollywood item song.

Suga froze.
Jimin froze.
The room shook with "Oh ho ho ho... ishq tera tadpave..."

For five seconds, no one moved.

Then Jimin choked on her laughter, clutching her stomach. "BROOO-"
"Turn. It. OFF."

"I'M TRYING!!" Jimin yelled dramatically, wrestling with the remote like it was a wild animal.

Finally, after 10 chaotic seconds, silence returned.

Both stood in the middle of the room, breathless.

Great start to their first night.

Awkwardness Level: 200%

Suga rubbed his forehead. "Saala... hum shaadi kar liye, par remote nahi chala sakte."

Jimin giggled. "Childhood best friends to married couple ka direct upgrade. Aise hi glitches honge."

The word married hit the room softly.

They'd signed the papers, touched their parents' feet, taken exchanged rings, exchanged vows... kissed each other.....
but reality was only now sinking in.

They were married.
Suga and Jimin. Our yoonmin is married

Two idiots who'd grew up together since they were newborns because their parents were besties....
Two people who'd grown up sharing secrets, food, punishments, and dreams, roasted each other
Two people who loved each other quietly, scared that the other might never feel the same.

And now...

Shaadi.

Life had a funny sense of humor.

Flashback 1: Nursery Ke Donut Chor

"suga, remember when Teacher Asha caught us eating donuts under the table?"

"I remember YOU said it was my idea," suga snapped, pointing at her.

"Because it was!"

"Jimin."

"Fine... 60% your idea. 40% mine."

Suga threw a pillow at her.
Jimin ducked easily.

The comfort between them-so natural, so old-slipped into the room like warm light.

The awkwardness melted... a little.

A knock came at the door.

Suga frowned. "ab kaun hai....??."

Jimin looked confused too. " pta nhi.... Jaao dekho....."

He opened the door to find a tray of warm milk, gajar ka halwa, and two tall glasses of badam shake.

"mom ne bheja hai.... Boli jaao apne didi jiju ko dedo.... Unhe iski zaroorat pdegi.... ," the kookie said with a cute innocent smile. " pr aap dono ko iski zroort kyu pdegi....?? Raat mei toh itna sweet nhi khana chahiye na bhaiya....??" kookie Asked while getting confused in curiosity

"Pta nhi bchcha.... Aap jaakr mumma se pucho vhi btaiyengi...." Suga replied while getting awkward

"Ok.... Khair.... Good night.... Ab aap dono Sojao... Aap dono bhut tired hoge na...." Kookie said while closing the door

Jimin's soul ascended.

suga's soul left his body, took a round trip to Saturn, and came back.

They shut the door slowly.

Then both burst into uncontrolled laughter.

"I swear," Jimin wheezed, "our families think we're honeymooning in a Sooraj Barjatya movie."

Suga dropped onto the sofa, facepalming. "Halwa? Really? Halwa?"

"Humne kya bigada hai, suga?"

"You exist," suga deadpanned.

Jimin dramatically held her heart. "How dare you insult your own patni like this?"

Suga grabbed another pillow and threw it.

Jimin vs The Bridal Outfit

Jimin tugged at the heavy embroidered gown she was still wearing. "I swear... shaadi ke kapde torture devices hote hain."

"You think this coat suit was fun?" suga asked, lifting the stiff collar.

Jimin sighed dramatically. "suga... mujhe change karna hai. Help me get out of this.... Mai fass gyi hoo... Nikalo mujhe"

Suga choked on air. "H-help?? Why ME?"

"Because you're my husband," Jimin said innocently, "and best friend. Best friend privileges."

"Jimin..."

"Haan?"

"That logic is illegal."

"Chup. Tum karoge."

Suga stared at Jimin for a long second.
Jimin stared back, shy pouty innocent angelic smile on her face....

Finally, suga groaned. "Fine. TURN AROUND."

Jimin grinned like she'd just solved world hunger and turned around.

Suga's fingers fumbled with the tiny hooks and strings.
Why were wedding outfits designed by people who clearly hated humanity?

"Bro... kitne knots lagaye the?" suga muttered.

"Mujhe kya pata! Fashion ke naam par atyachaar."

"Stand STILL."

"Main still hoon!"

"You're breathing dramatically."

"I ALWAYS breathe dramatically."

Despite the grumbling, suga worked carefully, his fingers brushing the soft fabric, the nape of Jimin's neck...

And both went silent.

There it was again.
That hush.
That shift in the air.
That feeling.

Jimin broke the silence with a cough. "Ahem... done?"

"Almost," suga said quietly.

The last knot opened.

Jimin turned around slowly, wearing a simple white T-shirt and joggers underneath.

Suga blinked. "That's what you were wearing?..... Atleast aaj toh tu ladki ki tarah kapde pehnle.... "

"Bro, I'm the queen of comfort..... comfort is most important.... Aur vaise bhi raat mei kaun hi hmei room mei dekhne aarha hai.... Hmei sona hi toh hai.... " jimin said while sitting on bed

Suga burst out laughing. "Unbelievable. Completely unbelievable."

Jimin winked. " haa.... Toh.... Tune bhi toh comfy pants pehne hai... Toh maine bhi comfortable clothes pehnliye....."

"I didn't," suga said, voice tragic. "I'm wearing the world's itchiest, scratchiest sherwani pants."

Jimin gasped like a Victorian woman. "YOU POOR BABY. Change.... ABHI."

Suga gave her a look. "What-here?"

Jimin stood up.... placed hands on hips. "Yes. It's not like I haven't seen you-"

"DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE."

"-covered in mud from head to toe when we were Ten."

Suga exhaled in relief.
Jimin smirked.

But because revenge is sweet karma...

Suga Ki Pant Ka Chain - The Horror

Suga went into the wardrobe section to change.

"Jimin," he called.

"Haan?" she replied

"Yahan... ek problem hai."

"What now?"

"The... the chain is stuck."

Jimin blinked. "Which chain?"

suga's voice dropped several octaves. "Pant ka chain."

Jimin stared at the wall, fighting 10 levels of laughter. "Kya-kya phas gaya?"

Suga sounded personally attacked. "THE ZIPPER. STOP imagining weird things!"

Jimin marched inside. "Okay okay, I'll help. Move your hands."

"This is humiliating."

"Arre, childhood best friends. Humne isse bade kaand kiye hain."

"THIS IS NOT A KAAND."

"Sure."

Two minutes.
Three attempts.
One near fall.
And a LOT of blushing.

Finally-
ZIP!

The chain opened.

Jimin raised both hands in victory. "I AM A HEROINE. I demand respect."

SUGA grumbled, "You nearly tore my sherwani pants."

"Cost of service," Jimin shrugged.

They changed into comfy clothes now-suga in an oversized black tee, Jimin in soft pastel pajamas.

The room felt lighter instantly.

Jimin sat on the bed, legs dangling. "You remember when we were 12, and we swore we'd never let life separate us?"

"I do," suga said quietly, sitting beside her. "You made me pinky promise."

"You broke it once."

"I went to Lucknow for two weeks!" suga cried. "Vacation hota hai, kidnapping nahi."

Jimin giggled. "Still, I cried."

Suga softened. "I know. You called me 24 times a day."

"Tumne receive bhi kiya tha," Jimin whispered.

"Of course I did."

Their shoulders touched.

Neither moved.

Flashback 2: The Bike Ride in the Rain

Jimin chuckled suddenly. "Remember that bike ride in the rain? Tum school se bhaga ke le gaye the mujhe."

"I didn't 'bhagao' you. I rescued you from Math class."

"That's even worse!" Jimin shoved him.

Sugs smirked. "You held my waist and refused to let go the whole ride."

"I was cold!"

"You were scared."

"NOT TRUE."

Suga raised a brow. "Sure."

Jimin smacked him with a pillow.

Suga grabbed a pillow back.
"TRUCE?" he offered.

Jimin narrowed her eyes. "Never."

And WHACK-
the pillow struck suga's face.

"Aur main kehta hoon humei shaadi-shuda lagna chahiye," suga muttered, launching a counterattack.

Pillows flew.
Feathers flew.
One wall decor piece almost fell.

At one point:

"SUGA YOU CHEATED-THAT WAS A DOUBLE HIT!"

"YOU HIT MY FACE!"

"BECAUSE YOUR FACE WAS IN THE WAY!"

"YOUR AIM IS BAD!"

"YOUR FACE IS BAD!"

"EXCUSE ME?"

"YOU HEARD ME."

Jimin pounced.
suga toppled back on the bed.
Both burst into loud, happy, stupid laughter.

Their "first night" looked less like a wedding consummation and more like two toddlers fighting over toys.

Perfect.

Eventually, they lay back on the bed, exhausted, pillows scattered everywhere.

Breathing settled.
Laughter faded into soft smiles.

The room was dark except for warm yellow lamps.

Jimin spoke first. "suga."

"Hm?"

"Hum sach mein married hain."

Suga turned his head. "Haan."

"Strange lag raha hai?"

"A little. Tumko?"

"Excited... nervous... happy... all together."

Suga gave a small smile. "Mujhe bhi."

Jimin hesitated. "suga... ek baat poochun?"

"mai na bhi bolunga fir bhi tu puchegi hi .... Toh puchh...."

Jimin inhaled. "What if... what if I'm not good at being your wife?"

Suga blinked.

Then he sat up slightly.

Then he flicked Jimin's forehead.

"OW!"

"Idiot," suga said softly. "You've been my everything for 24 years. Wife banna koi naya job description thodi na hai."

Jimin's eyes softened, shining. "suga..."

"You'll be good," suga added, voice low. "Because you've always been best for me...."

The words hit deeper than either expected.

Jimin swallowed. "And you? Tum kaise...?"

Suga looked away, ears turning pink. "I'll try."

Jimin laughed quietly. "Try?"

"Okay fine," suga sighed, "I'll be good too."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Their pinkies linked instinctively.

Just like childhood.

Just like always.

"Jimin."

"Haan."

"If ever something feels confusing... ya overwhelming... tell me."

"I will."

"And if you feel scared-"

"Only time I get scared," Jimin interrupted softly, "is when I think you'll leave."

Suga's breath paused.

Then he reached over... and gently brushed Jimin's hair away from her face.

"I didn't leave when we were six," suga whispered.
"Not when we were twelve."
"Not when we fought at sixteen."
"Not when we cried at twenty."

He smiled.

"And not now."

Jimin's heart melted like hot chocolate.

Suga added, quieter: "Tumhe chhod kar jaa hi nahi sakta..... Ab kya krein aadat jo hogyi hai hmei aapki...."

Jimin blinked rapidly. "Promise?"

Yoongi nodded. "Pakka walla promise....."

Just when the emotional vibe was perfect...

THUD.

Something fell in the bathroom.

Both jumped.

"Kya tha woh?" Jimin asked, clutching suga's arm.

Suga squinted. "Maybe the candle?"

But then-a shadow moved.

Jimin gasped. "Bhoot?!"

Suga rolled his eyes. "Bathroom ka exhaust fan hoga-"

The noise came again.
Louder.

Both stared at each other.

"TOGETHER?" Jimin whispered.

"Together," suga agreed solemnly.

Thus began:

Operation Bhoot-Bathroom Investigation.

Armed with:
- One hairbrush (Jimin)
- One slipper (suga)

They approached the door.

Suga counted. "One... two... THREE!"

He flung the door open.

They froze.

A balloon-decorated earlier-had popped and fallen into the tub, rolling dramatically.

Jimin sagged with relief. "Oh god... mujhe laga koi aatma hamare halwa par nazar rakh rahi hai."

Suga smacked her with the slipper. "You idiot."

They came back to the bed, still giggling.

Jimin yawned. "Can I... sleep here?"

Suga stared at her. "Where else will you sleep? Balcony?"

"No! I mean-next to you."

Suga's expression softened. "We've shared beds before."

"Yeah but... this is different."

"A little."

Suga switched off the lamp, leaving the room dim and calm.

They slipped under the blanket.

Not touching.
Not awkward.
Just... peacefully close.

After a minute, Jimin whispered: "suga?"

"Hm?"

"I liked today."

Suga smiled in the dark. "Me too."

"And I like... us."

Suga's heart thumped, but his voice stayed gentle. "Me too."

Jimin snuggled closer, head resting lightly on suga's shoulder like she'd done a hundred times before.

And this time... suga didn't move away.

Instead, he shifted slightly-closer.
Comfortable.
Warm.
Right.

"Goodnight, suga."

"Goodnight, Jiminie."

Their first night wasn't perfect.
Wasn't glamorous.
Wasn't traditionally romantic.

It was messy.
Chaotic.
Stupid.
Soft.
Warm.
Full of laughter.
Full of old memories and new beginnings.

Just like them.

Just right.

And chaotically perfect.....

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