The Grand Hyatt ballroom was transformed into a celestial dreamscape. The air hummed with the chatter of Seoul's elite, the clinking of champagne flutes, and the flash of cameras. It was the most anticipated event of the season: the unveiling of the Jeon–Kim “Celestial” collection.

Backstage, Kim Siwoo, a steadying presence amidst the frenzy, looked every bit the Runway King. But instead of his usual avant-garde designer wear, he was clad in the midnight blue velvet jacket Jeon Minho had sent. The silver constellations embroidered on it caught the light, making him look like he had been carved from the night sky itself. It was a silent, powerful declaration.

From his position at the side of the stage, Jeon Minho watched the show. His jewels were a triumph. But his attention was fractured. He was waiting.

The grand finale was approaching. The music swelled for the final walk. As the last model exited, the music softened into a more dramatic, suspenseful score. The audience murmured, sensing something different.

This was the moment.

The stage remained empty for a beat too long. Then, Jeon Minho himself walked out.

A collective gasp rippled through the ballroom. The reclusive “Golden Tiger,” who never gave interviews and was rarely photographed, was standing center stage under the blinding lights. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but an elegant black ensemble that served as a stark canvas for the single piece of jewelry he wore: the “Orion” cuff.

His gaze swept the audience, Alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, silencing the room. Then, his eyes found their target.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice, amplified, was calm and commanding. “The ‘Celestial’ collection is a story. But every story needs its heart.”

His eyes locked onto Kim Siwoo, who was standing near the entrance, his heart hammering.

“Kim Siwoo,” Minho’s voice softened, becoming intensely personal. “Your vision brought these jewels to life. Your spirit is the inspiration behind every constellation we’ve created tonight.”

He stepped off the stage and began walking purposefully through the crowd, which parted for him. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of a stunned Siwoo.

The cameras flashed like lightning.

Minho reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. He opened it. Nestled inside was a necklace — a delicate platinum chain from which hung a single, brilliant, pear-cut yellow diamond. It was the color of sunshine, of warmth. The color Junho had claimed was Siwoo’s.

“It’s called ‘My Angel,’” Minho said, his voice raw with emotion, meant for Siwoo, though the entire room heard. “Because that is what you are. You brought the light.”

He took the necklace from the box. His hands were trembling slightly. “May I?”

Siwoo, tears glistening in his eyes, could only nod. He turned, bowing his head.

In front of everyone, Jeon Minho fastened the necklace around Kim Siwoo’s neck. The yellow diamond settled at the base of his throat, a blazing star against the dark velvet — a stunning, public claim. It wasn’t a proposal, but it was a declaration just as powerful: You are cherished. You are mine.

As he finished, Minho leaned in, his lips brushing Siwoo’s ear in a whisper.
“I love you, Siwoo-ah.”

Then, he turned Siwoo to face him and captured his lips in a searing, possessive kiss.

The ballroom erupted in applause. It was the story of the decade.

In the midst of the chaos, a small voice piped up from where he sat with a beaming Lee Taejoon and Jung Haneul.

Junho looked at his Appa and his Mama kissing under the bright lights, the yellow diamond shining. He clapped his little hands together.

“My Famlee,” he said, loud and clear.

And for the first time, it was undeniably, publicly, gloriously true.