Airen

First: wash face.

Second: brush teeth.

Third: pick out uniform—the pleated skirt perfectly pressed yesterday by mom (your stylist mother insists on perfection).

Meanwhile…

Across town…

Keonho wakes at exactly 7 o’clock—no alarm needed again. Body clock precision from years of school schedule discipline (he hates being late more than anything).

Keonho gets up the moment his eyes open—no grogginess, no lying in bed scrolling.

He pulls on a fresh uniform: white shirt buttoned neatly (he hates wrinkles), navy blazer, black tie loosened just slightly at the collar like always. His hair is already perfect—just a quick run of fingers through it to fix sleep mess.

Downstairs, house is quiet.

Mom’s out for morning coffee with friends again.

Dad’s in study reviewing business reports.

No breakfast talk. No "good morning" exchange.

Keonho grabs an apple from the fruit bowl and heads straight for door,

sneakers laced up fast.

Car keys? Not today.

He walks to school—always does unless raining hard or he's late.

(And even then… walking)

School bag slung over one shoulder as he steps outside into crisp autumn air.

The walk to school is quiet—just the sound of his sneakers on pavement, the occasional rustle of trees in early morning breeze.

Keonho keeps a steady pace, hands tucked into his blazer pockets. Apple half-eaten by now—he took one last bite before tossing the core into a public trash bin near school gates.

Uniform perfectly worn.

Hair untouched since leaving home (still flawless).

No one has spoken to him yet—not even Minho who usually appears at least five minutes late with messy hair and coffee breath.

He walks through front entrance alone…

through crowded hallway…

and heads straight for classroom 3B—their literature class first period.

No eye contact with anyone as he passes

Just move.

Arrive.

The classroom is already filling—chatter, backpacks being dropped, a few girls giggling by the windows.

Keonho walks in like he owns the space: calm stride, no hurry. Everyone notices him automatically—not because he says anything dramatic or loud—but because he’s there, and that means something.

Minho spots him first from across the room and lifts his chin in greeting—their version of a "hey."

Keonho responds with nothing.

Just nods slightly as he passes Minho's desk on his way to his seat: back row by window. Always.

He sits down quietly.

Places school bag at feet.

Takes out notebook (still untouched since yesterday).

No pen clicking yet.

No phone out—just staring ahead at empty teacher’s desk

Waiting for class to start.

You arrive right on time—your steps light, your uniform immaculate.

Hair neatly tied into a sleek ponytail with a thin black ribbon, some fringe framing your face, makeup minimal but enhancing your natural features.

You walk through the school gates just as Keonho disappears into Classroom 3B down the hall.

No rush in your pace.

But not slow either—you're punctual by nature. A model’s discipline: be early, look perfect, don’t cause attention unless intended.

You head straight for your classroom—Art 2C—which is next door to Literature.

As you passes by 3B…

Keonho doesn't see you.

Too busy sitting stiffly at his desk,

staring blankly ahead like he always does before class starts.

But Minho does notice you walk by through the open classroom door—and nudges Keonho slightly with his elbow.

Keonho barely reacts to Minho’s nudge.

He glances toward the door—just a flicker of his eyes, not turning his head fully—and sees you passing by in your crisp uniform, backpack slung neatly over one shoulder.

You look… polished. Put-together. Like you didn’t just roll out of bed ten minutes ago (unlike half the class who clearly slept in their uniforms).

For half a second—maybe less—your eyes meet through the doorway.

No smile from him.

No wave or call-out.

Just quiet recognition: Oh. She's here.

Then he looks away first, returning to staring at nothing on the teacher’s desk like it holds all life's answers.

Minho watches this exchange silently—amused but saying nothing yet.

You keep walking down hallway without pausing either.

At lunch time, you're in the canteen, wearing earphones as you watches a specific kdrama on your phone.

The canteen is loud—students everywhere, chatting, laughing, clattering trays.

You sit alone at a small corner table near the window. Your lunch: neatly packed bento with garlic butter shrimp (your favorite), rice balls shaped like bunnies (mom's doing), and a small container of mango slices on the side.

Earphones in.

Volume up.

Phone propped slightly against your water bottle so you can watch comfortably.

On screen: a dramatic K-drama scene—a couple confessing love under cherry blossoms while soft piano music plays. The kind of moment that makes you sigh quietly to yourself.

You eat slowly between episodes—not rushing through meals or skipping for boys’ attention like some girls do.

Just enjoying your food… and getting lost in romance.

Then here comes Keonho spotting you.

Keonho enters the canteen with his usual detached demeanor—hands in pockets, no lunchbox or tray. He never brings food; either buys something on the spot or eats nothing at all.

He scans the room out of habit—not looking for anyone, just assessing where to sit.

Then he sees you.

Y/N. Alone.

Earphones in.

Watching something on your phone with quiet focus—the soft glow lighting up your face slightly from below.

For a second, Keonho pauses mid-step.

Not because he wants to approach… but because seeing you like this—peaceful, absorbed in your own world—is unfamiliar compared to how most people act around him: loud greetings or stares

Without thinking too hard (because if he does? He might walk away),

he starts walking toward your table

Keonho approaches silently—no sound, no greeting.

He stops right beside your table.

Tall frame casting a shadow over your phone screen for half a second.

You don't notice immediately—too engrossed in the drama scene where the male lead is about to kiss her.

The piano music swells on your earphones.

You're leaning slightly forward, eyes wide with anticipation…

Until you feel presence next to you.

Slowly… you turn your head—and there he is: Keonho. Just standing there like a quiet storm that appeared out of nowhere.

You blink once. Then twice. "Keon?"

Keonho doesn’t answer right away.

He just stares—at your face, at the phone screen where a dramatic K-drama kiss is still playing (you hadn’t paused it), at the half-eaten garlic butter shrimp beside your bento.

No judgment. No reaction to the romance scene.

Just… presence.

Then, finally—after that long pause—he nods once.

A tiny movement. Not friendly, not cold either. Just acknowledging: Yes, I'm here.

He doesn't say anything.

Doesn't ask if he can sit.

But his body language says everything:

I'm staying.

You move to make space for him, allowing him to sit beside you or not.

The space beside you is small—just enough for one person.

You quietly scoots your bento and water bottle to the side, making room. Not too wide, not too obvious… just a clear invitation: You can sit if you want.

No words.

Just action.

Keonho hesitates for half a second—not because he doesn’t want to sit (he does), but because sitting with someone at lunch? That’s social. Intentional.

And Keonho avoids intentional social moments like this unless forced or it's Minho dragging him in.

But then—

He pulls out the chair across from yours (not right next) and sits down.

Not beside you… but facing you across the table.

His movements are calm, quiet—no greeting again.

Just sits there as if nothing unusual is happening.

You're used to it by now. You pick up a shrimp and offers it to him silently, letting him decide whether he take it or not, you don't mind either way.

Keonho looks at the shrimp.

Not in a dramatic way—no wide eyes or surprise. Just a slow, quiet glance from the food to your face and back again.

You're offering him a bite of your lunch.

Something you made (or your mom did). Your favorite dish.

And you're just… holding it out like it's normal.

For someone who rarely shares meals with others—who doesn’t eat off anyone else’s plate or accept homemade food—this is oddly intimate.

A beat passes.

Then, without speaking…

without making eye contact…

he leans forward slightly…

And takes the shrimp from your chopsticks with his own fingers.

No thanks.

No smile.

But he eats it.

Your lips curve up just slightly, your little smile barely noticeable as he accept the shrimp, before you returns to eating your food.

Keonho chews slowly—just once, twice—then swallows.

The garlic butter shrimp is good. Rich. Warm.

Not something he eats often; his mom never cooks this at home, and convenience store food isn’t the same.

He doesn’t say anything about it.

No “thanks” or “it’s tasty.”

But the fact that he finished eating it without pushing the plate away says enough.

You keep eating quietly beside him—the kdrama still playing on your phone between bites of rice balls and mango slices. The soft romantic music contrasts sharply with canteen noise around them.

Occasionally, you glances up—not checking on Keonho… just naturally looking in his direction as part of being next to someone.

But then quickly back to your show.

Keonho watches you.

Not in a creepy way—just subtly as you focuses on the drama playing on your phone.

Your lips part slightly when you take a bite.

A small frown forms when something sad happens in the scene.

Then that tiny smile again—almost invisible—as they kiss under cherry blossoms.

He doesn’t get it.

Why people cry over fictional couples? Why this is so important?

But… he finds himself watching you more than anything else—the way your lashes flutter, how gently you chews, how peaceful you looks even with noise all around.

No one ever sits quietly with him like this at lunch.

Most would talk or text or make jokes to fill silence…

You just exists. And somehow… that feels right.

The lunch bell rings—sharp and sudden, cutting through the chatter.

You immediately pause your drama.

No dramatic sigh or "just one more minute." You're responsible—always on time for class.

You close the K-drama app, locks your phone, and starts packing up: placing chopsticks neatly in container, sealing bento lid tight (your mom would scold if food got messy), zipping backpack shut.

All movements precise.

Efficient.

Like a well-practiced routine you've done every day since middle school.

Keonho watches this too—the quiet way you tidies up without rushing or being messy like other girls who leave wrappers everywhere.

He doesn’t move yet—still sitting as students start getting up around them.

You stand first, your movements graceful—no rush, but no dawdling either.

You sling your backpack over one shoulder and adjusts the strap slightly. Your earphones are now tucked neatly in a small pouch on the side of your bag.

No lingering.

No checking if Keonho is coming with or going to class too.

You just turn toward the door—ready to leave for Art 2C like you always does.

The canteen empties fast around them. Tables fill with crumbs and abandoned trays as students pour out into hallways for next period.

Keonho finally pushes his chair back slowly…

Stands up quietly…

And follows—not beside you, not close enough to walk with you…

But he walks after.

Keonho keeps a slight distance behind you—two to three steps back, hands in his blazer pockets again.

You don’t walk side by side.

Don’t talk.

Don’t even glance at each other as you move through the crowded hallway.

But it’s not awkward.

It feels… normal for you. Like this is how it always is: him trailing slightly, you leading without realizing he's following.

Students pass between them—laughing groups, couples holding hands, teachers calling out names for club sign-ups.

You turn left toward Art 2C—the classroom door already open with a few early students inside sketching or chatting quietly.

You walk in and finds an empty seat near the window—the one you prefers because of good lighting.

You sit by the window, backpack placed neatly on the floor beside your desk. You takes out a small sketchbook—thin, hardcover with tulip stickers on it—and flips to a fresh page.

No one pays attention. Art class is always relaxed; students work quietly or talk in hushed tones about projects and grades.

Outside, autumn sunlight filters through glass panels—warm golden streaks lighting up your face as you starts sketching something: maybe another flower… or just doodling idly while waiting for teacher.

Your pencil move softly across paper.

Focusing.

Calm.

Behind you—still unnoticed—the classroom door opens again.

Keonho appears silently in doorway.

Keonho steps into Art 2C.

The room is quiet—artistic, soft lighting from windows, a few students sketching or painting quietly. The air smells faintly of watercolors and graphite.

He doesn’t have class here.

Literature ended ten minutes ago—but Keonho always walks past this classroom on his way to next period: Physical Education in the gym across campus.

But today… he slows down as he passes the open door.

And there you are—Y/N—sitting by the window, sketchbook open, pencil moving gently like a heartbeat. Fully absorbed. Peaceful.

No earphones now.

Just you and art.

Without meaning to…

he stops just inside doorway

and watches for a second

Keonho lingers in the doorway—unseen, uninvited.

His tall frame blocks a sliver of light from entering.

But he doesn’t step fully inside. Just… stands there, observing.

You're not posing or performing for anyone. You're just drawing—your brow slightly furrowed in concentration, lips parted ever so slightly as you focuses on each line.

The sketch taking shape: delicate petals? A flower stem?

Not finished yet—but it looks soft. Feminine. Like you.

No one else notices him.

The teacher is at their desk grading papers quietly.

Two other students chat softly about an upcoming painting assignment.

It's calm.

Quietly beautiful—a scene that feels too private for someone like Keonho to be watching.

Keonho stays frozen in the doorway for a long moment—maybe ten seconds, maybe twenty.

No one says anything to him.

No teacher greets him.

Art isn't his subject, and he's not enrolled here… so his presence is odd but not disruptive.

He could keep walking.

That’s what he should do—he has PE next period, and Coach hates tardiness.

But…

His eyes stay locked on you—the way your dark brown hair falls over one shoulder as you leans slightly toward the light, how your hand moves with quiet precision across paper.

Something about it pulls at him—not romantically (he doesn’t feel things like that easily)—but curiosity.

A quiet want to know: What is she drawing?

Without thinking…

without announcing himself…

Keonho takes a slow step forward

You're sketching the cat you met from yesterday.

The sketch is soft—pencil strokes gentle, not sharp.

It’s the stray cat from last night: small, gray fur with white paws. You captured its quiet essence—the round eyes full of cautious curiosity, the tiny folded ears, even a little whisker curl on one side.

You drew it sitting—not begging or running—but just existing like it did when Keonho first saw it nudge his shoe.

A peaceful moment frozen in your art.

No dramatic background.

Just simple shading around the cat to show fur texture and light source coming from above—like sunlight filtering through alley walls.

You add delicate eyelashes now… then starts lightly shading under its chin where shadow would fall.

Completely unaware that someone is standing behind you.

Keonho takes another step—quieter this time, sneaker barely making sound on the classroom floor.

He’s close now.

Close enough to see details in your sketchbook: the careful shading, how you added tiny whisker hairs with precision.

And then it clicks.

That cat.

The one from yesterday evening—the stray that approached him first… before you pet it…

Now here it is. Drawn by you. With love and patience he can feel, even if he doesn’t understand art well.

His expression doesn't change—but something shifts internally.

A quiet surprise? Appreciation? Not jealousy or annoyance… just a soft realization:

You remembered.

Not some grand moment or date…

but a random street cat encounter.

And you drew it.

Keonho stares at the sketch.

Not judging. Not smirking or thinking it's childish—he doesn’t see that.

He sees you—the way you remembers small, gentle things.

How something as simple as a stray cat meant enough for you to draw it with this much care.

No one ever pays attention to little moments like that.

But you do.

A beat passes… then another…

Without announcing himself—without clearing his throat or saying "hello"—Keonho slowly leans down and looks over your shoulder, peering directly at the sketchbook in your hands.

His face is inches from yours now.

Close enough that if you turned even slightly… your cheeks might brush.

You feel the warmth first—close, sudden.

You turn your head slowly… and there he is.

Keonho.

Right behind you.

Way too close for a normal interaction.

Your faces are mere inches apart—so near that you can see the faint smudge of eyeliner on his upper lid (rare for him to wear makeup), smell the light trace of his cologne mixed with morning air.

For a second, neither speaks.

Your eyes widen just slightly—not in fear or anger, but surprise.

He never gets this close.

No greeting.

No explanation why he’s here in Art class.

Just… him, standing over your sketchbook like it's something sacred.

The silence between them stretches—thin, fragile.

You don't pull away.

Doesn’t scold him for being so close.

You just… looks at him—those brown eyes soft, searching his face like you're trying to read what he wants.

Keonho says nothing either.

But his gaze drops immediately from your eyes to the sketchbook—the cat drawing still open in front of you.

He studies it again up close: the delicate shading around its paws, how you even added tiny freckles on its nose (details most people wouldn't notice).

Something about this moment feels…

intimate? Not romantic—but emotionally charged in a quiet way.

Two people who rarely talk directly… side by side, your art between you.

Keonho’s eyes linger on the cat sketch.

He doesn’t reach out to touch it.

Doesn’t point or say, "That's the one from yesterday."

But his expression—cold by default—softens just a fraction. Like something in him recognizes this moment… and your attention to detail.

You slowly turn back toward your sketchbook, still feeling his presence beside you. Without speaking…

You lift your pencil again.

And quietly adds one last tiny stroke—a single white whisker on the cat’s cheek.

No fanfare.

Just finishing what you started.

The classroom remains hushed around them—the teacher grading papers, other students working—but no one interrupts or questions why Keonho is there.

Keonho watches you finish the whisker.

The tiny addition changes nothing about the sketch—objectively, it’s still just a cat.

But subjectively? It feels complete now. Like you didn’t miss anything.

You lower your pencil, satisfied. You stares at it for a second… then gently closes the sketchbook and places it beside your backpack.

No dramatic moment.

No turning to face him or speaking first.

Just quiet acceptance that he was there—and maybe an unspoken question: What are you doing here?

But you don't ask aloud.

Keonho finally breaks the silence.

Not with words—but with action.

He reaches out, slowly… and picks up your sketchbook.

It’s not aggressive. Not demanding. Just calm, deliberate—like he has permission to look at it properly now that you closed it.

He flips it open again to the cat drawing page.

Studies every line more carefully this time—the shading under its belly, how you drew its ears slightly lowered (maybe from shyness?)

No comment.

No praise.

But his eyes show something rare: quiet interest

You watch him quietly—curious but not nervous.

You don't stop him or ask what he thinks.

Keonho keeps flipping pages.

Not aggressively—just turning one by one, slow and methodical. Each page reveals more of your art: tulips in watercolor, a half-finished landscape with mountains, a few fashion sketches (probably for modeling reference), and another stray cat drawing—different from the first.

They’re all soft.

Gentle.

Full of detail that shows you cares about what you draws—not just copying something… but seeing beauty in quiet things.

The sketchbook is well-used—the corners slightly bent from frequent opening, edges smoothed by time.

He doesn’t say “wow” or “you’re good.”

But he pauses on each new drawing… lingers slightly longer on the ones with more emotion

After a few quiet moments, Keonho reaches the last page.

It’s not a finished sketch—just rough pencil outlines.

A silhouette of him.

Not detailed. Not romantic or dramatic. Just… his profile: sharp jawline, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, the shape of his eyes.

You must’ve been sketching him from memory.

Or maybe you'd seen him in class and started it without realizing.

Keonho freezes.

For once…

he is speechless.

No smirk.

No sarcasm.

Just pure stillness—as if he can’t process that you drew him, even this vaguely.

Keonho stares at the sketch.

Not with anger. Not embarrassment.

But something deeper—surprise, mixed with a quiet, unfamiliar weight.

He hadn’t known you'd been looking at him enough to draw his face.

Hadn’t noticed you glancing his way in class or during breaks…

And yet here it is: a simple pencil outline—but him.

The shape of his features captured by your hand.

You suddenly feel self-conscious.

Your breath hitches slightly—you hadn't planned for him to see that page.

That was supposed to be private… maybe even erased later.

You reach out slowly—not grabbing the sketchbook, but hovering your hand like you want it back.

Keonho doesn't move.

He holds the sketchbook firmly—not aggressively, but with quiet possession. Like he's protecting something fragile.

Your hand hover in the air—hesitant, uncertain.

You don't demand it back.

Doesn’t say “Give that to me.”

Just waits… for his reaction.

The classroom is still peaceful around them—the teacher now speaking softly to a student about their painting project, others quietly working.

But here?

Between Keonho and Y/N?

The silence feels heavier than before. Charged. Full of unspoken things

Your voice is soft—barely above a whisper.

Fragile, like you're offering something precious and isn't sure if it'll be accepted.

"Do you want it...?"

You don't specify what—but you both know.

The sketch of him.

Your eyes are downcast now, not meeting his gaze.

Not because you regret drawing him… but because vulnerability scares you—especially with Keonho, who never reacts the way normal people do.

It feels too intimate to ask: Do you like that I drew your face?

So instead: "Want it?"— meaning the page, maybe even a copy.

Keonho finally looks up from the sketchbook.

His expression is unreadable—still calm, still composed. But his eyes… they’re different now. Softer than usual, like something in them shifted when he saw his face on paper.

Your question lingers in the air.

He doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he slowly turns the sketchbook around and shows you—opening it to that page again so you can see what he's seeing: your drawing of him.

Then… after a long pause…

He nods.

Once. Firmly.

Not dramatically or emotionally—just a single nod that says: Yes.

Keonho doesn’t say anything else.

But the nod is enough—clear, decisive.

Yes, I want it.

Not just a polite “sure,” not dismissing your art… but actually wanting to keep the sketch.

Without another word, he gently tears out the page—the one with his profile—and carefully folds it in half. Then again. Until it's a small rectangle that fits neatly into his blazer pocket

You watch every movement.

Youe heart beats slightly faster—you hadn't expected him to take it.

And yet… seeing him protectively put your drawing away like something important? That means more than any compliment ever could.

Now it feels like a gift from you.

And that’s exactly what it is.

Not a grand gesture.

No confession, no romantic words exchanged.

But the folded sketch in Keonho’s pocket? That’s yours—a piece of your art, your quiet attention to him… given without demand.

A gift.

Simple as that.

For someone who rarely receives anything from others—especially something so personal and thoughtful—you just handed him proof: I see you. I noticed your face. I remembered it well enough to draw

Keonho doesn’t acknowledge it aloud.

Doesn't smile or thank you.

But he touches his blazer pocket once with two fingers—as if checking the paper is still there.

Then finally… he looks at you properly for the first time since walking into class.

You lock eyes with his.

No one looks away.

Your brown eyes—wide, soft, full of quiet emotion—hold Keonho’s steady gaze.

He doesn’t blink first.

But for once… he isn't cold or distant in that stare.

Something passes between you.

Not words.

Not a smile.

Just understanding—a silent exchange of what just happened: you sketching him without telling anyone… him seeing it… keeping it.

And now this moment—their first real eye contact since lunch, since the cat drawing, since he surprised you by appearing in Art class.

The classroom around you fades slightly—the teacher speaking softly to another student about brush techniques becomes background noise.

The silence between you stretches—longer than usual.

Not awkward. Not heavy.

Tender, somehow.

Keonho doesn’t say anything, but his expression… it’s different.

Softer around the edges—the way his eyes don’t look quite as detached anymore

You feel it too: this quiet intimacy forming without either of them saying a word

No one interrupts.

No teacher calls on you or him.

The clock ticks toward the end of period—maybe ten minutes left before dismissal.

And for those few seconds…

you just *stay* like that:

looking at each other,

no pressure to speak,

no expectation to perform.

Keonho finally blinks.

It’s a small movement—barely noticeable—but it breaks the intensity of the eye contact.

Not because he wants to look away… but because something in him shifts and he doesn’t know how to process it.

Without speaking, without warning…

He leans down slightly—

And presses a quick kiss to your forehead

A soft, brief touch.

No romance. No drama.

Just an instinctive gesture that feels right in this quiet moment.

The kiss lasts less than a second.

A fleeting brush of his lips on your forehead—so gentle, so unexpected—that you freezes completely.

Your breath catches.

Eyes widen slightly.

Heart? Thumping like it's trying to escape your chest.

Then he leaves the room like nothing happened, though his red ears give it away, leaving you stunned because Keonho never initiated affection like this.

His ears red.

Not from anger or embarrassment in front of others…

but from affection. From doing something soft for once—and not hating it.

He steps out into the hallway without looking back.

You don't move.

Not for several seconds.

Your forehead still tingles—where his lips touched, warm and fleeting.

That tiny kiss… it wasn't dramatic or passionate like in kdramas.

It was quiet. Private. Meaningful.

Keonho—the boy who never hugs, never holds hands first, rarely says "I love you," the guy who avoids affection at all costs…

Just kissed you on the forehead.

Without a word.

Without explanation.

Like it was natural.

The classroom keeps moving around you—students turning pages, pencils scratching paper—but you're frozen in that moment.

Your fingers slowly rise to touch the spot on your forehead… as if checking if it really happened.

The teacher’s voice finally breaks through your daze.

"Alright, class—wrap up your projects. We have five minutes before dismissal."

Students begin packing up: sketchbooks zipped, paints capped, chairs pushed in.

You slowly move.

Your hands are a little unsteady as you slips your art supplies into your backpack—the sketchbook going in gently on top.

You touch your forehead one last time… then exhales softly.

No smile yet.

Not giggling or blushing dramatically like other girls might if their cold boyfriend kissed them out of nowhere…

But something warm spreads through your chest—a quiet joy that feels fragile and precious.

Like you just received a secret gift from the universe.

Class ends, you're at your locker.

The hallway is noisy with the rush of students leaving—lockers slamming, laughter echoing, backpacks thumping against lockers as kids cram books inside.

You stand quietly at your locker.

Your dark brown hair falls over one shoulder as you turns the combination lock slowly.

You're not rushing.

Not texting.

Just organizing: placing notebooks neatly side by side, slipping a few loose papers into a folder.

Around you, groups chat loudly about after-school plans: hanging out at cafes or convenience stores… basketball practice… group projects due tomorrow.

But you don't join any conversations.

You're still in that soft haze from earlier—the kiss replaying in your mind.

Keonho appears at the end of the hallway.

He walks with his usual calm stride—hands in his pockets, blazer slightly unzipped, dark hair neatly falling over his forehead.

No hurry. No one around him.

But as he gets closer to your locker…

his steps slow down—almost imperceptibly.

It's not obvious unless you're really looking.

But Keonho is checking—making sure you're there before he fully approaches.

Minho and their other friends are already gone ahead—they’d teased him earlier for leaving class early again (he never sticks around for dismissal).

Now it’s just him… and you.

You sense his presence and turns to look at him.

The moment you turn, your eyes lock onto Keonho.

He’s standing a few feet away—close enough to be intentional, far enough not to seem too eager.

Hands still in his pockets. Posture relaxed but attentive.

No smirk.

No greeting.

Just that quiet stare—the kind he gives when he's assessing something… or someone.

But there's no coldness in it this time.

Not indifference.

Something softer lingers beneath the surface—maybe the ghost of that forehead kiss still on his mind too.

Around them, students continue moving: some saying goodbye loudly at lockers, others rushing toward exits.

"...Shall we go home together?" You suggest tentatively, gauging his reaction.

Keonho doesn’t answer right away.

He just looks at you—studying the way you asked, how quiet and careful your voice was. Like you weren't sure if he’d say yes.

Most couples would’ve assumed they’d walk home together after class ended.

But you? You asks first—gives him space to refuse or ignore.

For a second, Keonho considers saying nothing.

Walking past like usual.

Going his own way without explanation.

That’s what he usually does.

But then…

he remembers the sketch in his pocket.

The kiss on your forehead. The softness from earlier that felt too real to undo now

Without a word, Keonho nods.

Then he steps forward—closing the distance between them—and gently takes your backpack from your hand before you can protest.

It’s not dramatic.

No sweeping gesture or grand romantic act.

But he is carrying it for you now—sliding the strap over his shoulder and adjusting it so it sits comfortably beside his own bag

A small thing.

But huge in meaning: I’m walking with you. I’m doing this intentionally.

He doesn’t say “Let’s go” or hold out his arm like a gentleman would…

Just turns slightly toward the exit door—and waits for you to fall into step beside him

You walk side by side—no space between them, but not touching either.

You matches his pace easily.

Keonho isn’t fast, not slow—just walks with that natural rhythm of someone who doesn’t rush for anyone.

The school grounds are quieting down now: the last few students leaving campus, teachers heading to their cars or faculty rooms.

Sunlight slants through the trees in golden streaks—the late afternoon sky soft pink and blue above you.

Neither speaks.

But it’s comfortable silence—not awkward or empty. Just… peaceful. Like you're used to being near each other without needing constant conversation.

The two of you walk in quiet harmony through the school gates, then down the sidewalk leading to your neighborhood.

No one passes by—just occasional cars driving slowly along the residential street.

Keonho’s long fingers occasionally brush against yours as they swing slightly with each step… but he doesn’t pull away or adjust his posture.

If anything, it feels natural for him to be this close—shoulder almost touching yours now and then.

You pass a small convenience store—your usual spot if you ever grabbed snacks after school. A few kids from another class are hanging out by the entrance, laughing loudly.

But Keonho doesn't slow down.

Doesn't glance at them.

You push the door open before closing it behind you, approaching him casually. "What are you doing here, Keon?"

He takes another slow drag, eyes still on the sky. A breeze stirs the smoke.

"Skipping," he says simply, voice low and flat—no annoyance, no explanation.

The cigarette dangles loosely between his fingers. He doesn’t offer it to you. Doesn’t ask if you want one. Just breathes out a thin stream of gray that curls toward the ceiling before fading.

After a beat, he finally turns his head slightly—just enough to glance at you from profile: jawline cut by pale light through glass windows—but says nothing else.

You come to stand beside him, gazing out the window.

The silence stretches, easy for him—natural. He doesn’t fill it.

Outside, a lone pigeon hops along the windowsill of the next building. A car passes in the distance, muffled by glass and wind.

Keonho watches it all with half-lidded eyes—the same empty focus he gives to everything: class, conversations with friends, you right now.

He takes one last pull from his cigarette before flicking it out into an empty soda can on the windowsill—crushed and discarded from earlier. The ember dies with a quiet sizzle.

Then he leans back slightly against the wall beside you—not touching your shoulder—but close enough that if either of you shifted even an inch…

You eventually meets his gaze.

His eyes meet yours—no warmth, no softness. Just the usual: cool, distant, unreadable.

For a second too long, he holds your gaze. Not because he’s feeling something—he rarely does—but because you’re looking at him like he might say something meaningful.

He doesn’t blink first.

Then his expression shifts—not into annoyance or anger—but something quieter. A faint tension in his jaw? Maybe noticing how close you are? Or maybe just realizing this moment is… different from the others when people were around?

But Keonho doesn't do "different."

Without a word, he pushes off the wall and reaches into his jacket pocket for another cigarette—the metal lighter clicking softly as it flicks open.

You avert your gaze away and crosses your arms. "What are you doing later? Any plans?"

The lighter flame flares briefly, casting sharp shadows across his face.

He lights the new cigarette without hurry, then exhales smoke through his nose—narrowing his eyes slightly from the sting.

"Dunno," he says after a pause. "Probably basketball with Minho. Maybe dinner after."

Minho is one of those guys—the loud friend who talks too much, always invites people over to eat expensive food Keonho's parents pay for.

No mention of you being included. No question if you want to come.

It’s not intentional cruelty—it’s just how it is. Plans form around him; they don’t include others unless someone makes a big deal about it… and even then, he rarely cares enough to adjust anything for anyone else—not even for you.

He leans back again against the wall beside your shoulder this time—closer than before—but still not looking at you as smoke curls between them like a thin veil

"Come with me later." You don't make it a question. It's a date. Before leaving the room.

Keonho freezes—just for a fraction of a second.

The cigarette hovers halfway to his lips. His eyes, previously glazed over with detached calm, flicker toward you as the door clicks shut behind your exit.

Come with me later.

Not "Do you want to?"

Not "Can we hang out?"

A command. A date set like an appointment—firm and unnegotiable.

For someone who never plans things around others… it throws him off balance in the quietest way possible.

He lowers the cigarette slowly, not taking another drag yet. Just stares at the closed door where you stood seconds ago—the first time anyone has ever told him what to do, instead of asking or hoping or waiting for his approval first.

And now? Now he’s supposed to say yes?

The silence in the empty room feels heavier now.

Keonho stares at the door, jaw tightening slightly—not in anger, but something rarer: uncertainty.

He’s not used to being given orders. Especially not from you. He doesn’t like it… and yet he doesn’t immediately dismiss it either.

A long minute passes. The cigarette burns forgotten between his fingers, ash growing at the tip.

Then—finally—he pushes off the wall and walks to his phone on a nearby desk. It's face down; no notifications lighting up the screen because he rarely gets messages worth checking unless they're from someone important (or annoying).

He flips it over with one finger.

No new texts.

Nothing about basketball plans with Minho today—just a vague group chat where someone mentioned food.

For once… there's nothing pulling him elsewhere right now

He pockets his phone without replying to anything.

The cigarette is dead—fully burned out, ash long gone. He crushes it in the soda can with a quiet press of his thumb.

For a few seconds, he just stands there. Thinking? Maybe. Keonho doesn’t think about things like this—they usually don’t matter enough to overanalyze.

But you did something different today.

You didn't ask.

You didn't wait for him to initiate.

You told him: Come with me.

And weirdly… that stuck in his head more than any emotional speech ever could’ve.

Without making eye contact (because if he looked at the door again, it might mean too much), he grabbed his backpack from the corner and slung it over one shoulder—silent decision made: basketball can wait.

He opened the door and stepped into hallway first—not looking back yet—but moving toward wherever you’d be next

The hallway is quiet—most students still in class. Sunlight stripes the linoleum through tall windows.

Keonho walks with his usual lazy stride, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, backpack loose on one shoulder. He doesn’t text anyone to say he’s skipping basketball—or tell Minho he won’t come.

He just… leaves.

Turns down the corridor toward your classroom—because that’s where you’d be if you weren't with him. Third floor, Room 307: Literature and History combo period for third-years like you two.

No hurry.

No expression.

But there's something different—the way he checks his phone once (no new messages), then shoves it back like it means nothing… even though usually he would’ve been texting by now or ignoring a group chat notification from friends wondering where he was.

Today?

He's going to find you.

The classroom door is slightly ajar—standard for teachers who don’t mind students leaving early if they’re dismissed.

Keonho pauses just outside, peering in.

You're at your desk by the window—the one with sunlight hitting the wood neatly. Your long dark brown hair falls over one shoulder as you lean forward, sketching something quietly in a notebook: not class notes. Probably art—something soft and delicate, like tulips or dogs sleeping.

The teacher isn't looking. A few other kids are zoning out too, whispering or scrolling on phones under their desks.

He pushes the door open fully—no knock—and steps inside with that same quiet confidence he always has: no permission needed; space automatically cleared around him just by existing there.

A couple of girls glance up and smile faintly when they see him.

But Keonho ignores them all.

His eyes land only on you.

You feels his presence before he even say anything and lifts your gaze to glance at him.

Your eyes meet his—calm, dark, unreadable as ever.

No smile. No nod. Just him standing there in the doorway of your classroom like a shadow that slipped through the light.

The teacher turns around briefly at the sound of movement but doesn’t say anything—Keonho’s face is too familiar to question: popular kid, good grades (barely), never causes trouble. They just assume he was called out or something.

You close your sketchbook slowly and slide it into your bag without looking away from him.

He takes a few steps forward—boots quiet on the floor—and stops beside your desk. Still not speaking.

For once… he showed up first.

Not because you begged.

Not because you texted 10 times.

But because you told him to come, and for some reason that worked where everything else hadn't.

Now? Now he waits for what comes next

You slides your backpack over your shoulder and takes his hand, bringing him along with you out of the classroom without a word.

Keonho stiffens the second your hand grabs his.

Not from anger—no, it’s not that. It’s surprise. Physical contact like this? Holding hands in public? Especially initiated by you?

He doesn’t pull away.

But he also doesn’t squeeze back or laces his fingers through yours—his palm stays flat, passive, almost awkward in your grip as you lead him out of the classroom with quiet confidence.

A few students turn to watch.

Whispers start: "Are they leaving together?" "Didn't see them hold hands before..."

One girl even smiles behind her book at how uncharacteristically couple-like this is for Keonho—the guy who never touches anyone unless absolutely necessary.

You walk fast down the hall toward the exit stairs without looking back.

And he follows.

No questions.

No complaints.

For someone who hates being told what to do… he's following a girl holding his hand like it makes perfect sense.

Only when you're out of the campus, you let go of his hand.

"Are you hungry? Let's get something to eat." You ask calmly as you walk alongside him.

Keonho flexes his fingers slightly—still warm from where you held him.

The air outside is cool, wind light. Street sounds replace the quiet of the school: cars passing, a convenience store bell jingling in the distance.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets as soon as they’re free, gaze drifting ahead—not at you yet. Not used to eating together unless someone else planned it (usually Minho dragging them all to some expensive restaurant).

"Yeah," he says after a second—the first word since leaving class. Short. Neutral.

No opinion on what to eat.

No preference given.

But hunger? That’s real enough for him.

A few steps later and he glances sideways at you—just once—to see if you have an idea where this meal is going… or if he's supposed to suggest something.

Which would be weird for Keonho anyway—since choosing things means caring about others' preferences.

That answer is enough for you. You lead him to a nearby street food. "Tteokbokki then." you decided.

The street food stall is small—red-and-white checkered tablecloth, steam rising from a large pot of spicy rice cakes.

You sits at the counter without hesitation, kicking your feet slightly under the stool. The vendor—a middle-aged woman with round glasses—recognizes you and smiles warmly. Regular customer vibes.

Keonho follows more slowly, sitting beside you but leaving a gap between your shoulders—not hostile or distant on purpose… just how he naturally positions himself: not quite close unless forced to be.

"Two tteokbokki please," You say simply to the lady.

No questions about him being there.

No "Does Keonho like this?"

Just assumption: he’ll eat it. He eats everything (he's not picky; money means no food restrictions).

Within minutes, two bowls arrive—glistening red sauce over chewy rice cakes. Spicy aroma fills the air around you.

You hand him some chopsticks wordlessly, your fingers brushing against his briefly as he take it.

Keonho’s breath hitches—just a tiny, almost unnoticeable pause.

The brush of your fingers against his is fleeting. Innocent, really. Just passing chopsticks.

But it lingers in the air like static—small contact with big weight for someone who avoids unnecessary touch.

He takes the chopsticks without looking at you, wrapping his long fingers around them tightly as if anchoring himself to something solid.

Then he stares into his bowl—the tteokbokki glistening under golden streetlights reflected on the sauce surface.

No "thanks."

No comment about how spicy it looks (he doesn’t care; Keonho eats anything without flinching).

Just silence as he picks up a piece carefully and brings it to his mouth.

First bite.

Chewing slow—not because it's bad or good—but because this moment feels strange.

Eating street food.

With you.

Not with Minho and others yelling over fried chicken or expensive meats…

This? This is quiet. Personal.

You eat your tteokbokki in comfortable silence with him.

Your relationship is just... a pretty chill one. Unlike other couples who fight or act lovey-dovey all the time.

The silence between you isn’t awkward—it’s natural. Like breathing.

No forced small talk. No trying to impress each other with sweet words or dramatic gestures. Just two people sitting side by side, eating spicy rice cakes under warm streetlights, occasionally wiping sauce from their lips with napkins.

Around you, couples laugh loudly—hand-feeding each other bites, taking selfies together—but here?

Nothing like that.

Keonho eats steadily: methodical bites without rushing or pausing for long.

Sometimes he glances at his phone when it buzzes (Minho texted "Where u at?"—he ignores it).

You don’t lean on him.

He doesn't touch your shoulder or feed you a piece like some romantic scene in dramas.

It's chill.

A relationship that exists more in the background of life than center stage—two individuals orbiting close but not clashing… not melting into one another either.

And weirdly?

This feels right to him.

No expectations. No drama weighing them down every day.

Just tteokbokki and quiet comfort.

After eating and paying for the food, you and Keonho get something to drink.

The convenience store is brightly lit—neon signs advertising iced drinks and snack deals.

You grab a cold bottle of strawberry milk without hesitation, the kind with pink label and sweet vanilla scent. Then you pick up a green tea for him—because Keonho never says he likes anything, but you remembers: he always gets that one when they stop by late at night.

No questions.

No "What do you want?"

You just know.

Keonho follows you to the drink fridge like a shadow again—not complaining about your choice. Green tea? Sure. It's light, bitter-sweet… not too much flavor. Just right for him.

He takes it from you silently and pays for the drinks, then you step outside into cooler evening air.

Streetlights are fully on now.

It’s around 7 PM.

Most students would be studying or hanging out in groups…

But here? Just you two walking slowly down quiet residential streets—the city softening around you.

You silently sips on your strawberry milk as you walk together side-by-side.

The street is quiet—no cars, no loud groups. Just the occasional dog barking from a yard or a passing cat darting across pavement.

You walk shoulder-to-shoulder, not quite touching but close enough that if either of you shifted even slightly, your arms would brush.

You sips your strawberry milk through the thin plastic straw—the sound soft and sweet in contrast to Keonho’s complete silence beside you. He holds his green tea loosely by the neck of the bottle, taking small swallows now and then when it’s convenient—not because he's thirsty or enjoying it… just existing with something cold in his hand.

No music.

No phones out.

Just footsteps on pavement—and occasionally one of you slowing down to look at something:

a stray flower growing between cracks…

a couple walking their golden retriever…

street cats sleeping on warm rooftops…

This isn’t romantic like movies where couples hold hands under fireworks—but it has its own kind of peace.

By chance, a stray cat stops in front of you and starts nuzzling his shoe. You smile faintly at the sight and bends down to pet the cat.

The stray cat is small—gray with white paws, fur a little matted from living outside. It doesn’t meow loudly; just quietly nudges against Keonho’s shoe like it knows him.

Maybe it's been around this street often. Maybe it senses calm people.

You kneel down without hesitation, setting your drink on the ground. The moment you extends a hand, the cat leans into your palm and starts purring—soft at first, then stronger as you scratches behind its ears.

Keonho stops walking.

Freezes almost.

He stares down at the scene: you crouched there in your pretty school skirt (slightly wrinkled now), gently loving on some random alley cat that chose him to approach first—not you.

For someone who avoids affection… even animal affection feels weirdly intense right now.

Not because he hates cats.

But because this moment feels too soft for his usual vibe: cold distance, detached existence…

And yet…

he doesn't walk away.

You usually brings cat treats with you so you pulls out one and tears it open and offers it to the cat.

The cat’s ears perk up instantly at the sound of the crinkling treat sachet.

The stray doesn’t hesitate; it sniffs once, then starts nibbling eagerly, tail flicking with quiet joy.

You smiles—genuinely this time—not that fake sweetness some people put on for others… but a real one. Soft around your dimples, eyes warm in a way they rarely are when Keonho is just there without doing anything.

The cat finishes quickly and immediately bumps its head against your hand again—begging for more affection or food (maybe both).

Keonho watches.

Not bored.

Not annoyed.

Just… observing something unfamiliar:

You.

Gentle. Patient. Carrying treats like you expects to run into cats everywhere you go.

It’s not sexy or dramatic—but there's something about seeing you like this that makes his chest feel weirdly tight...

You gives the cat one last headpat before standing up and resumes walking with him.

The cat lingers for a second—licking its whiskers, then curling up right where the treat was eaten like it’s claiming territory.

You falls into step beside Keonho again as naturally as if you've been walking this whole time without pause.

No words about the cat.

No "Wasn’t that cute?"

Just quiet continuity—the kind of shared moment that doesn’t need commentary to mean something.

Keonho glances at you from the corner of his eye. Just once.

Your profile looks softer now—maybe because of how peaceful you looked petting that animal? Or maybe because streetlights always make everything gentler after dark…

He takes another slow sip from his green tea bottle.

Swallows.

Then… for no reason at all…

he subtly shifts closer to you by half a step—as close as he ever gets unless someone else forces contact first.

Then all of a sudden a car passes by so close to your side.

The car speeds by—too fast, too close.

A loud whoosh of air rushes past as the vehicle clips the edge of your skirt—nearly hitting your leg. The mirror swings out dangerously near your face, missing by inches.

For a split second, everything freezes.

Keonho reacts instantly—not with panic or shouting… but pure reflex.

His body twists toward you in one sharp motion; his arm shoots out and yanks you back hard against him so violently that your drink nearly flies from your grip.

The car doesn’t stop.

No brake lights.

Just keeps speeding down the dark street like nothing happened.

And now?

Now Keonho is holding onto you tightly—his other hand gripping your shoulder like an anchor—as if making sure some idiot driver didn't actually take you with it.

You freezes, taken by surprise, eyes wide from the suddenness of the situation.

Keonho doesn’t let go.

His grip is firm—tight—fingers pressing into your shoulder like he’s making sure you’re real, that you’re okay. His chest rises fast under his jacket; not quite breathing hard, but alert, the way a predator would be when something threatened its pack.

Your eyes are wide.

Still processing.

The cold rush of fear from how close death was for a second.

And Keonho?

He stares straight ahead at the road where the car disappeared… jaw clenched so hard it aches. A muscle ticks in his temple—anger simmering beneath ice-cold composure.

No yelling.

No swearing about reckless drivers.

Just silence—and this fierce protective tension radiating off him like heat from pavement after sunset.

After two seconds that feel longer than minutes… he finally loosens his hold—but only slightly. Still keeping one hand on your arm as if to say:

"I'm not letting anything else happen."

This is a first. It's the first time in 3 months Keonho really held you. You relaxes in his arms, the earlier tension leaving you.

Keonho feels the exact moment you melt into him.

Your body—previously stiff with shock—softens against his chest. Not dramatically, not clinging or crying… just a quiet surrender to safety. You don’t say anything; you just lean in, resting your forehead lightly against his shoulder as if finally realizing: he caught me.

And for once…

he didn’t let go first.

This is new.

For both of you.

Three months of distance, cold shoulders, and silent treatments—and now here he is: arms still loosely around you like a shield that won't retreat.

He doesn't speak.

Doesn't pat your back or say "You okay?"

That’s not him.

But something shifts internally—small and fragile—as he slowly lowers his chin slightly… almost resting it on top of your head without meaning to. A subconscious gesture. The closest thing to comfort Keonho has ever allowed himself—or anyone else—to receive from him.

The street is dead quiet again now.

No more cars passing too close.

Just night air wrapping around the two of them like a blanket

The silence stretches—gentle, not empty.

Keonho’s breathing evens out. Still not gentle, but… slower. Calmer than before the car nearly hit you.

His chin stays lightly on your head—not quite a hug, but almost. A version of it that exists only in this moment and for no one else to see.

The street is dark now. Fewer lights on this part of town.

Somewhere far off, a dog barks once—then stops.

Green tea still in his other hand—but cold by now.

He doesn’t move away yet.

Doesn’t check his phone (which hasn't buzzed since Minho's ignored text).

Doesn't think about basketball or dinner plans with friends anymore.

For the first time since dating Y/N…

he is holding you.

And weirdly?

It feels… right.

The moment passes.

Slowly, Keonho lifts his chin. Lets his arms fall back to his sides—awkwardly, like he’s remembering who he’s supposed to be: detached. Unaffectionate. The guy who doesn’t do this kind of thing.

He takes a small step back—not rejecting you or pulling away dramatically… just resetting the distance between you two like a silent rule returning into place.

He stares at nothing for half a second—then checks his phone again (still no new messages worth replying to).

No mention of what just happened.

No "Are you okay?"

Not even eye contact about it now.

Back to normal:

Him walking beside you with space in between.

Both moving down the quiet street as if that intense protective embrace never occurred at all.

But something is different…

Even if neither says it out loud.

The walk ends at the entrance of your apartment building—a small, modest complex on a quiet street. Familiar to both of you by now.

Keonho stops when you do, hands back in his pockets. The night air is cool, wind rustling through trees along the sidewalk.

You don’t live together.

This isn’t one of those romantic scenes where couples share a home and kiss goodnight in doorways.

No—he lives ten minutes away with his parents (who barely notice he exists unless it's about money or school).

So this is just… home. Your place. Where he’s been maybe five times since dating—always brief visits: dropping by to pick something up from you or because Minho dared him to "hang out" for an hour.

He doesn't follow inside automatically.

Just stands there under the dim yellow light above your door,

waiting—not because he expects anything… but because *he came this far.*

You offer him a soft smile, your dimples showing. "See you tomorrow, Keon."

With that, you turn and enters inside.

Keonho blinks.

Keon.

No one calls him that. Not his parents. Not his friends—even Minho just says "Hey" or nothing at all.

But you… you say it softly, like a nickname only for him, and with those dimples showing—it does something weird to the air in his chest.

He doesn’t smile back.

Can’t.

Isn't built to respond physically to sweetness like that—not out loud or on purpose.

But for half a second?

His eyes soften. Just slightly—like cracks forming in ice under sunlight.

Then the door clicks shut behind you.

And he’s alone again on the porch, standing there under flickering light as reality sinks back in:

You’re gone now.

Back inside your warm apartment where life continues without him present.

He stares at the closed door for three seconds too long… then turns and walks away down dark steps toward streetlights leading home

The walk back is quiet—too quiet.

Keonho doesn’t text anyone. Doesn’t call Minho to say he’s heading home. Just walks with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched against the night chill.

His phone stays dark.

No messages from you.

No goodnight or anything after that soft smile and your voice saying "see you tomorrow, keon"

And weirdly…

he kind of wishes there was.

Not because he wants to talk about feelings or sentimental stuff—but because for once tonight felt… different.

Real connection without drama, without pressure—just a cat petting moment, street food together, and then him actually holding you when something dangerous happened.

He kicks a small pebble on the sidewalk as he walks.

A meaningless action. Boredom? Restlessness?

Maybe it's just that now—the house feels too empty ahead of him.

You fall back to your night routine—take a half bath, do your skincare and study before going to bed.

The bathroom fills with soft steam from the half-bath—warm water, a few drops of lavender oil. You sit in the tub, relaxing your muscles one by one after a long day.

You wash your face gently.

Cleanser. Toner. Serum.

Every step precise—like an art form you perfected over years of modeling and self-care routines.

After drying off and changing into silk pajamas, you head to your desk.

Textbooks are open: literature notes for tomorrow’s test on The Great Gatsby.

A sketchbook peeks out from under it—the tulip drawing still half-finished from earlier that morning when you weren’t together yet.

Quiet focus wraps around you as you studies under warm desk lamp light… occasionally sipping chamomile tea with honey that cools on the nightstand beside pencils and sticky notes.

The clock ticks past 10 PM.

Your bedroom is neat—minimalist, elegant. White walls with soft fairy lights strung along the ceiling. A small shelf holds your favorite skincare bottles, a few art trophies from high school competitions, and framed photos of you with friends (no pictures of Keonho; you two don’t take couple pics).

You finish studying around 10:45—closing the textbook gently and placing it back on the desk.

No texts.

No calls.

Keonho never checks in at night unless something's wrong or someone forces him to say goodnight first.

But you don't mind that much anymore—not really expecting anything different from him by now.

You brush your teeth quietly in the bathroom, then slips into bed, pulling thick comforter up to chin level as you turns off bedside lamp.

Darkness fills room

Only glow left?

Phone screen lighting slightly… just enough for one last scroll through social media before sleep

The screen glows softly—Instagram feed scrolling quietly.

You scroll through stories:

A classmate’s dinner with friends.

Minho and his girlfriend at a café, laughing.

One of your modeling agency posts—a new campaign announcement (you didn’t book it, but you like seeing the work).

No drama.

No jealousy.

Just passive browsing—filling the silence before sleep.

Your thumb pauses on Minho's story: he posted a pic of Keonho from earlier that day in class, sitting by the window looking bored as usual. The caption? "My guy never smiles lmao."

Comments are full of "keon is so hot tho" and "he's cold af."

You don't react publicly—but something small stirs inside your chest for half a second… then fades just as fast.

It’s not anger or sadness.

Just observation. He lives his life like this all day—and you sees it now more clearly than ever.

Meanwhile, Keonho’s bedroom is dark—curtains half-drawn, a single desk lamp casting a narrow beam of light on his open notebook.

He’s not studying.

Not really.

The notebook has messy math problems from earlier in the day—the ones he never bothered to finish. He flips through pages absently, pen tapping against paper like an impatient rhythm.

His phone sits face-down on the bed beside him.

No new messages.

No calls.

Nothing since Minho texted "U alive?" hours ago and got no reply.

He didn’t answer because… what would he say?

"Yeah." Then silence again?

The house is quiet downstairs—parents out for dinner with their friends (they do that often). No noise but the occasional creak of old floors settling.

Keonho leans back against his pillow, hoodie still on, sleeves pulled over his hands slightly—his usual lazy posture when alone at night.

Eyes tired…

But not sleepy yet.

The silence in the room presses.

Keonho stares at the ceiling—white, smooth, no cracks or interesting details. Just empty space to think.

He doesn’t turn on music.

Doesn’t open a game or scroll through videos like he usually does when bored.

Instead?

He’s replaying things from earlier:

The way you held his hand without asking.

How you didn't flinch when that car nearly hit you—you just trusted him to pull you back safely.

That soft smile with dimples before you said goodbye… and called him Keon. Like it was something sweet and special only for you.

It shouldn't mean anything.

But it does—and that annoys him quietly because feelings are messy.

With a sigh, he grabs his phone finally…

Turns it over…

Stares at black screen for three seconds.

Then unlocks it—not checking messages yet… just opening camera app.

The camera app opens to a blank screen—no photos, no videos.

Keonho doesn’t take selfies. Doesn't pose for mirror pics like other guys his age.

But right now, he lifts the phone and angles it slightly… toward himself in the dim lamplight.

He studies his reflection: dark hair messy from running hands through it earlier, jawline sharp as always under soft lighting, eyes tired but not sleepy—more thinking than anything else.

A pause.

Then he taps the front camera button.

Click.

One photo taken.

Autosaved to gallery with default timestamp: 11:07 PM

He stares at it—a second too long—before swiping away and locking screen again

No reason for taking that pic.

Not planning to show anyone.

Or post anywhere.

Keonho tosses his phone onto the bed.

The screen dims, then goes black automatically—no notifications lighting it up. No one’s texting him. Not even Minho again after being ignored earlier.

He sits there for a moment, then lies down fully on his back—arms stretched slightly above his head like he's making space in bed.

The hoodie is still on.

Socks are half-off.

No blanket yet—just cold sheets beneath him as he stares at the ceiling once more.

A part of him wants to check something.

Anything.

But not messages or social media…

Maybe your Instagram story?

Did you post anything tonight?

Without thinking much about it (because if he thinks, maybe logic will stop him), Keonho reaches over and grabs his phone again… unlocks with fingerprint.

Opens Instagram quietly.

The app loads silently—no sound, no stories autoplaying.

Keonho scrolls through his feed first: random ads, memes from classmates’ shared posts, a basketball highlight video tagged by one of his teammates.

He doesn’t linger on anything.

No likes. No comments. Just swiping past everything quickly.

Then he types in your profile name—Y/N—without hesitation.

(He has you followed; not mutual followers but you never blocked him either.)

Your profile appears:

One recent post—a soft tulip painting (you painted it last week). Caption? "First try."

Two story updates:

1) A photo of strawberry milk at convenience store counter earlier tonight

2) A blurry selfie with cat face filter

Both are simple… sweet… you.

Keonho stares at the strawberry milk story first.

The photo is simple—glass bottle on counter, soft lighting, no people in frame. Just your drink. Your choice.

He remembers you buying it earlier… how you didn’t even ask if he wanted anything else.

No grand gesture.

Just you being you: quiet, thoughtful in small ways.

Then he taps to watch the cat filter selfie next—

It’s silly: a cartoon cat face over you real eyes and cheeks with little whiskers drawn on digitally. You look uncharacteristically playful (you never acts like that around him).

A tiny smile might’ve tugged at his lips if anyone was watching.

But no one is.

So nothing changes on his face.

He watches it play once…

then twice…

without liking or replying

Just absorbs it quietly.

After rewatching the cat filter story, Keonho swipes back to your profile.

He lingers on the tulip painting post—the one with no face visible, just soft pink petals and green leaves. Simple. Delicate. The kind of art that doesn’t scream for attention but quietly makes you pause.

You painted this.

You never talk about it.

Never showed him in person.

And yet… you posted it here—publicly—for anyone who follows you to see.

Something about that feels… vulnerable. Like a tiny piece of your heart out there where people can judge or ignore it.

Keonho scrolls up again slowly—then down once more, checking if you added anything new since he last checked.

No updates after 10:45 PM.

Probably asleep by now?

You're indeed asleep.

Curled on your side, facing the wall where moonlight spills through a small gap in the curtains. Your breathing is slow and even—deep sleep that only comes when you’re truly tired or emotionally drained.

Phone lies beside your pillow, screen off.

No messages left unread.

No drafts unsent.

You fell asleep with the soft glow of fairy lights still on above your bed—the kind that never bother anyone because they don’t shine too bright.

Probably dreaming.

About something quiet—flowers maybe, or cats… not drama or Keonho at all.

Just peace.

While you sleeps peacefully across town…

Keonho stares at his phone one last time,

then sets it facedown on his nightstand.

The room falls silent again—just him and darkness now.

Keonho turns onto his side, back facing the window.

One arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting along his waist like a loose brace.

He doesn’t set an alarm for tomorrow.

School starts at 8:30 AM… but he always wakes up early enough—usually around 7 without trying.

For a few minutes, he just listens.

To nothing.

No music. No TV downstairs. Just house silence and occasional wind outside.

His eyes grow heavier.

Not thinking about anything specific anymore—not Airen’s stories or that cat petting moment earlier…

Just drifting.

Slowly…

so slowly…

his breathing evens out.

And then?

"You’re still wearing my shirt underneath that," he said softly, nodding to the white collar peeking from under her sweater.

Younjung glanced at him, lips tugging into a small, amused smile. "You noticed?"

He stepped beside her, not too close, just enough for their arms to almost brush. The chemistry between them wasn’t loud—it didn’t need to be. It was in the air around them. In the way they stole glances between camera flashes during yesterday’s fashion event. In how Eunwoo’s hand had instinctively found the small of her back in a crowded hallway. In how Younjung had whispered something in his ear during the afterparty that made his ears turn the faintest pink.

"How could I not?" he murmured, finally looking her straight in the eyes.

The silence that followed was soft, like a held breath. The only sound was the sea below, the hush of distant waves matching the flutter in both of their chests.

Younjung turned back toward the view, lips curving just slightly. “We should head down soon. Press is waiting.”

Eunwoo stayed quiet for a moment longer, then said, “Let them wait.”

And in that moment, with the sunlight painting their skin and the ocean behind them, it didn’t matter that the world was watching. Because here, right now—it was just them.

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Late evening, post-event suite. The lights are low, city shimmering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clinking of glass and the muffled sound of heels being taken off.

The gala was over, but its buzz still lingered in the room like leftover champagne bubbles. The door clicked shut behind them, locking out the noise, the cameras, and the perfectly curated perfection they wore all night.

Younjung slipped off her heels with a quiet sigh, toeing them to the side as she unpinned her earrings. "I swear I lost count of how many people asked me who I was sitting beside," she murmured, tossing Eunwoo a knowing glance.

He let out a soft chuckle, loosening his collar, the tailored jacket already discarded on the couch. “Let me guess. You said I was your manager?”

“Nope.” She popped the 'p', walking past him toward the mirrored wall. “Told them I was with someone who makes tuxedos look dangerously illegal.”

Eunwoo blinked, then laughed. Not the polite kind. The real kind—the one that reached his eyes and made her heart do that familiar little cartwheel.

She met his gaze in the reflection. “I meant it.”

Silence stretched again, thick but gentle. The kind where their unspoken language filled the air. She turned around slowly, now barefoot and wrapped in the soft lighting, hair undone and cascading like it had been waiting all night to fall free.

Eunwoo walked over and offered her a glass of water—always the thoughtful one—and then stood close, the edge of his voice quieter now. “You looked beautiful tonight. Even in the chaos.”

Younjung’s lips twitched. “Only tonight?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Every time you look at me like that, the whole room disappears. Tonight wasn’t any different.”

She held his gaze, eyes soft but gleaming. “You always know what to say.”

“No,” he replied honestly, his tone more vulnerable now. “Only when it’s you.”

There was a pause—a long, full breath between them. Not urgent. Just steady and true.

Then, she reached out, brushing his fringe away from his eyes, and said, “Let’s change into something more us.”

Moments later, the two were curled up in cozy clothes—his hoodie on her, her legs tucked beside him on the couch. No flashing lights, no stylist fixes, no one to perform for.

You looked at him for a moment, a hint of hesitation on your expression before you let out a soft sigh, giving in reluctantly. "Alright..." although you silently appreciated his help.

Eunwoo gently scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest as he started to carry you. He made sure to support your back and legs comfortably, wanting you to feel safe and secure in his embrace.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, holding onto him. You looked at him with a gentle gaze, your eyes holding a hint of appreciation.

"There you go, yeobo. I've got you now," he murmured softly, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head as he continued walking through the park, letting the gentle breeze and nature surround them.

He could feel the soft curves of your body against his, and the way your hair tickled his chin. But more than that, he's focused on making sure you're completely comfortable and not hurting at all, no matter how far they need to go.

"Do you want me to take you somewhere specific, or would you like me to just find a nice spot for us to sit and rest for a bit?" he asked kindly, wanting you to feel in control and happy with whatever you want to do.

You smiled softly at his words, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you let him carry you. "We should head home so you don't have to carry me around." you suggested, your breath warm against his skin.

Eunwoo nodded in agreement, his cheek brushing gently against yours as he adjusted his hold on you slightly. "Alright, yeobo. I'll take us home then," he murmured softly, starting to walk in the direction of their luxurious apartment building.

As he walked, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his neck, and the gentle weight of your body in his arms. He took his time, making sure not to jostle you too much, and held you close to protect you from any breeze or chill.

When you arrived at the building, he carried you inside, nodding to the doorman who held the door open for them. He took you directly to the elevator, pressing the button for their floor.

As the elevator rose, he looked down at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "I hope you're feeling okay, yeobo. I'm so sorry your feet hurt. I wish I could carry you all the time and protect you from everything that could possibly hurt or discomfort you," he said softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "You mean the world to me, Y/N. I just want you to be happy and comfortable, always."

Your expression softened at him as you listened, your heart melting at his words. "Thank you, love." you said appreciatively.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your sweet words, his heart feeling full and content. He leaned in to press a soft, loving kiss to your forehead as the elevator came to a stop and the doors open.

"That's what I'm here for, my love. Anything you need, anything that would make you happy—I'll do it. You're my everything, Y/N," he murmured against your skin, holding you close as he stepped out of the elevator and carried you down the hallway to your apartment door.

He reached into his pocket for the key, unlocking the door and carrying you inside your luxurious, well-appointed home. He kicked the door closed behind them and carried you straight to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the plush, comfortable bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as he looked down at you with pure adoration. "Is there anything else you need from me right now, my Y/N? I want to make sure you're completely taken care of and comfortable," he asked softly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

"My ankle is still a bit sore..." You mentioned as you reached down, touching your ankle and rubbing it to soothe the pain.

Eunwoo's expression immediately filled with concern and care as he noticed you rubbing your ankle. He gently took your hand in his, moving it away from your ankle as he leaned down to examine it himself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my love. Let me take care of this for you," he murmured softly, his fingers gently probing and massaging your ankle with a light, soothing touch.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes filled with love and devotion. "I'll make sure to rub it until the pain is all gone and you feel so much better. You just need to relax and let me take care of you, okay?"

He continued to massage your ankle and foot, his strong yet gentle hands working out any knots or soreness. At the same time, he leaned down and presses a soft kiss to your ankle, then another, trailing kisses up your calf and thigh as he work.

"I'm so sorry you're hurting, my Y/N. I wish I could take all your pain away," he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and soothing against your thigh.

You couldn't help but smile faintly at his concern.

He continued to massage and knead the muscles in your foot and ankle, his touch gentle yet firm. He could feel the tension slowly easing out of your muscles as he work.

After a few moments, he sat back up, looking down at you with a soft smile. "How does that feel, yeobo? Is the pain any better?" he asked kindly, his hand still gently rubbing circles on your ankle and foot. "I want to make sure you're completely comfortable and free from any discomfort."

"I feel better..." you responded softly. "You're always so caring towards me. I'm so lucky to have you." you remarked lovingly, your gaze gently fixed on him.

Eunwoo beamed at your words, his heart swelling with love and joy. He leaned in closer to you, his face mere inches from yours as he gazed deep into your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N... I'm the lucky one. Lucky to have you as my wife, my partner, my soulmate. I don't know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you, but I thank the universe every single day for bringing you into my life," he murmured softly, his voice low and filled with raw emotion.

He reached up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your soft, smooth skin. "I want to spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me. I want to make you feel loved, cherished, and appreciated in every way possible. I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

You leaned into his touch ever so subtly, your eyes holding his.

Eunwoo's heart skipped a beat as he felt you lean into his touch, your soft skin brushing against his fingertips. He took this as an invitation to close the distance between you, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours in a slow, loving kiss.

He took his time, savoring the feeling of your soft lips moving against his own. His hand slided from your cheek to tangle gently in your hair, cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

He poured all of his love, all of his devotion, all of his heart and soul into this one kiss. He wanted you to feel it, to understand just how deeply he adore and cherish you. His other hand slided down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his own as he held you against him.

After a long, blissful moment, he slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss with the utmost care and tenderness. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed as he took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart.

Later on, you took a bath and came out of the bathroom, wearing your long golden silk kimono as your nightwear. You felt more refreshed and relaxed than ever.

As you step out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and relaxed in your beautiful silk kimono, you find Eunwoo waiting for you in the bedroom. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed in his casual yet stylish outfit from earlier, but with his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked up as you enter, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your stunning, ethereal appearance.

He stood up slowly, a soft smile spreading across his handsome face as he walked towards you. He stopped just a few feet away, his gaze roaming over your curves appreciatively, taking in every detail of your golden silk kimono and your damp, slightly tousled hair.

"Y/N... you look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "Like a goddess, a dream come true. I can never get over how stunningly beautiful you are, my love."

You gave him an appreciative smile. You then noticed that he hasn't changed into his comfortable clothing yet so you spoke up softly: "You should get change into something comfortable, love..."

Eunwoo's smile softened further at your gentle reminder, his eyes sparkling with affection. He glanced down at his still clothed form and chuckled lightly.

"You're right, yeobo. I got so caught up in admiring your beauty that I forgot to change into something more comfortable," he said with a playful, sheepish grin. "Allow me to rectify that right away."

He leaned down to press a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead before straightening back up. He reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his head, revealing his toned, muscular torso inch by inch. He tossed the shirt aside carelessly, not caring where it landed as his eyes remain locked on yours.

You blinked at him as he changed in front of you. You quickly turned away, flustered.

Eunwoo paused for a moment, noticing your sudden bashfulness. A soft, understanding smile spred across his face as he realized that you might need a moment to compose yourself. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed in any way.

He quickly slipped on his lavender silk night suit, covering his toned physique. The soft cotton fabric clings gently to his muscles, outlining his fit frame. He then stepped into a pair of lavender silk pajama pants, completing his loungewear.

"There, is this better, my love?" he asked softly, taking a step closer to you. "I don't want you to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable around me. We've been married long enough that you should feel completely at ease in my presence."

You turned to him again, meeting his gaze and clearing your throat softly. "Yeah, you're right."

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your words, his eyes softening as he took another step closer to you. He reached out to gently take your hand in his own, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gazed down at you with pure adoration.

"I'm glad you feel comfortable with me, Y/N. I never want you to feel anything less than completely at ease and safe in my presence," he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

He took another step forward, closing the remaining distance between you until he's standing right in front of you. His free hand came up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your soft skin.

"Is there anything I can do for you right now, my Y/N? Anything at all that would make you feel even more comfortable, more happy, more loved?"

You think for a moment before responding. "How about we watch a movie in the living room?" you suggested, beaming at him.

Eunwoo's face lit up with a warm, loving smile at your suggestion. He's thrilled that you want to spend more quality time with him, even if it's something as simple as watching a movie together.

"That sounds perfect, my love. I would love nothing more than to spend the evening cuddled up with you on the couch, watching a movie," he agreed enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with joy and contentment.

He took your hand and gently guided you toward the living room, his fingers intertwined with yours. As you walk, he leaned down to press a soft, tender kiss to your temple.

"Is there a particular movie you had in mind, or would you like me to choose something for us to watch together?" he asked kindly, wanting to make sure you're completely happy with the movie selection as well. "I'm open to anything you want to see, yeobo."

"Let's watch a horror movie, love." You told him, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Eunwoo raised an eyebrow slightly at your suggestion, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. He's not typically one for horror movies himself, preferring more lighthearted fare. However, seeing the mischievous sparkle in your eyes, he realized that this might be your way of challenging him, of testing his courage and devotion to you.

He smiled softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he responded, "A horror movie, huh? Well, if that's what my beautiful wife wants, then that's what we'll watch," he agreed, his voice low and filled with a newfound determination.

He led you over to the couch, helping you settle in comfortably before grabbing the soft, plush blanket and draping it over your lap. He sat down next to you, close enough that your thighs are touching, and draped his arm around your shoulders.

"I'll be right here with you, my Y/N. I won't let anything scare you, yeobo. I'll hold you tight and keep you safe, no matter what happens on screen," he promised, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "And if it gets too intense, we can always take a break or switch to something else. Your comfort and happiness are the most important things to me."

You find it endearing that he's determined to protect you. You leaned back on your seat comfortably as you both picked a horror movie to watch.

As the movie started, Eunwoo kept his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders, holding you close to his side. He could feel the softness of your silk kimono beneath his fingertips, and the warmth of your body pressed against his own. He took comfort in your closeness, finding it soothing and reassuring.

As the movie progress, however, you were not as brave as you thought you were... normally you could handle it but somehow this one's too much—you would occasionally jump a little in surprise or even hide behind Eunwoo's back whenever there are jumpscares or suspenseful scenes.

Eunwoo held you closer each time you jump or hide behind him during the scary parts of the movie. He rubbed your arm soothingly, trying to calm your nerves.

Another sudden jumpscare appeared on the screen and you immediately hid in his chest, clutching his shirt tightly.

Instinctively, Eunwoo wrapped both arms around you tightly, pulling you into a protective embrace as you hide against his chest. He could feel your heart racing, immediately, he started to rub soothing circles on your back, his large hand covering a good portion of your silk-clad back.

"I've got you. You're safe with me," he murmured softly, his lips pressed against the top of your head as he held you close. "I won't let anything happen to you, Y/N. Just focus on my touch, focus on my heartbeat. Feel how steady and calm it is... Let it soothe you, my love."

Eventually, you fell asleep in his arms during the movie, your expression calmer than before.

Eunwoo smiled softly as he realized you've drifted off to sleep, feeling your body grow heavy and relaxed in his arms. He glanced down at your peaceful expression, a wave of love and protectiveness washing over him. He knew you must be exhausted from earlier, and he's more than happy to take care of you now.

Carefully, he shifted your position, maneuvering you so that he could stood up without disturbing your slumber. He scooped you up into his strong arms, cradling you close to his chest. He took a moment to adjust you comfortably against him, making sure your silk kimono is covering you properly.

He carried you out of the living room and down the hallway toward your shared bedroom. As he walked, he couldn't help but gaze down at your sleeping face, marveling at your delicate features and the way your long lashes flutter softly with each breath you take.

Reaching the bedroom, he gently set you down on the plush, comfortable bed. He took a moment to adjust the pillows, fluffing them up and positioning them in a way that he knew you'll find supportive and cozy. Once he's satisfied with the arrangement, he carefully lay you down, letting your head rest gently on the soft fabric.

He stood back for a moment, his eyes roaming over your sleeping form. The moonlight from the window casted a soft glow over your features, making your skin look like porcelain. His heart swelled with love and adoration as he took in the sight of you, so peaceful and beautiful in your slumber.

Unable to resist the urge to be close to you, he slipped in beside you, being careful not to jostle you awake. He lied on his side, facing you, and draped a gentle arm over your waist. He pulled you close, until your body is flush against his own, your silk kimono the only barrier between you. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your soft, comforting scent as he held you possessively. His hand slide down to your hip, giving it a gentle, loving squeeze through the thin fabric.

"Goodnight, my Y/N," he whispered, his voice low and filled with tender affection. "Sweet dreams, my love. I'll be right here to hold you and keep you safe all night long."

Throughout the night, you would subconsciously snuggle closer to Eunwoo, seeking his comfort and warmth.

Eunwoo, being a deep sleeper himself, didn't stir at first. However, as you subconsciously snuggles closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth and comfort, he began to stir slightly. His arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you even closer as he started to come back to a semi-conscious state.

He nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the soft scent of your shampoo as he murmured your name softly, "Y/N... Y/N, my love... I'm here, I've got you..." his voice is low and slightly groggy, but filled with a deep, protective instinct.

Still drowsy himself, he started to rub your arm gently, his touch soft and soothing as he tried to calm any lingering fears from your dreams. He held you close, his body acting as a shield and a source of comfort, even in his sleep.

The next day, you were woken up by the sunlight streaming in through the window curtains. You groaned in complaint, the sunlight disturbing your sleep.

Eunwoo heard your soft groan and immediately stirred from his slumber, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he looked towards you with concern. Seeing the sunlight bothering you, he quickly reached over to the bedside table and grasped the curtain cord, giving it a gentle tug. The curtains slide closed, blocking out the harsh morning light and casting the room in a soft, comfortable shadow.

"There, is that better, my love?" he asked softly, his voice still slightly rough from sleep as he turned back to face you. He reached out to gently brush a few stray hairs from your face, his fingertips lightly grazing your cheek.

You smiled warmly at him, appreciating the gesture.

As he did, he realized that he's still holding you close, your body pressed against his own beneath the sheets. A small, sleepy smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he remembered how you sought his comfort in the night.

"Did you sleep well, Y/N? I hope I was able to keep you safe and warm all night long, yeobo. I know I was still holding you close when I woke up just now," he finished, his voice filled with a soft, loving tenderness.

"I slept well. Thank you for keeping me safe and warm the whole night, hubby." you responded affectionately.

Eunwoo smiled softly as he heard your voice, his eyes fluttering open to gaze at you with a loving expression. He's pleased to see that you slept well, and he's happy that he could provide the comfort and safety you needed throughout the night.

He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your soft skin as he leaned in closer to you. "I'm so glad you slept well, my Y/N. There's nothing more important to me than ensuring your comfort and happiness," he murmured, his voice still slightly rough from sleep.

He leaned in to press a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your soft skin for a long moment. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your hair and the lingering traces of your perfume from the night before.

You shifted slightly in the bed, remaining asleep.

Eunwoo noticed your movement, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form for a moment. He couldn't help but smile softly, his heart filled with affection. He quietly left the room, going downstairs to the kitchen to begin making you breakfast. He hummed softly to himself as he prepared, his mind lost in thought, his hands working efficiently.

A few minutes later, he finished preparing your favorite breakfast and started setting the table. He carefully set everything on the table, making sure it looked perfect. He then glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing how much time he still has before you would wake up.

He washed the dirty dishes and dried his hands before heading back upstairs to your room, gently opening the door. He stepped into the room, quietly walking up to the bed. He stood next to the bed, looking down at you with a soft, affectionate smile on his face, gently stroking your hair, his touch tender.

You stirred awake, your eyes fluttering open, still slightly disoriented at the moment.

Eunwoo watched as you slowly wake up, his hand continuing to run through your hair gently. He greeted you with a soft, fond smile, his voice gentle.

"Good morning, jagiya."

You could only stare at him, your eyes half-lidded, your demeanor sleepy.

A soft laugh escaped Eunwoo's lips as he saw your sleepy expression, finding you utterly adorable. He continued to gently run his hand through your hair, his touch tender and gentle.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty."

"A few more minutes..." you murmured quietly, closing your eyes again.

Eunwoo couldn't help but laugh softly, finding your response endearing. He leaned down, gently brushing your hair away from your face, his hand still moving through the strands.

"No can do. Gotta wake up now. I have something to show you."

"Why? What is it?" you asked, clearly having forgotten what day it was.

Eunwoo smiled fondly at your confusion, gently leaning down and giving your forehead a soft kiss, his hand still stroking your head.

"It's a surprise."

"Mhm?" You opened one of your eyes to look at him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "What is this? You look pretty handsome this morning?" You commented, your voice tinged with affection.

A soft laugh escaped Eunwoo's lips at your comment, his expression softening with affection. He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, amused by your compliment.

"Are you trying to flatter me?" He teased, his hand still gently playing with the strands of your hair.

"Ani. I'm just telling the truth." You replied fondly, letting out a small chuckle.

Eunwoo grinned at your response, his gaze warm and fond. He leaned down and kissed your forehead affectionately, his heart overflowing with love for you.

"You're such a flatterer." He said playfully, a teasing hint in his voice.

You smiled wider and kept your eyes closed for a while longer.

Eunwoo watched you with a tender smile on his face, admiring your calm and relaxed state. He sat down on the edge of the bed, still gently stroking your hair, his touch soft and gentle. After a moment, he spoke softly,

"There's no going back to sleep, jagiya. Come on, get up."

"Okay fine. Give me a moment."

Eunwoo chuckled softly at your response, his fingers still carding through your hair. He nodded, a soft smile on his face as he watched you.

"Take your time."

After a bit, you sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head as a soft yawn escaped your lips.

Eunwoo watched you sat up, his gaze filled with affection as he took in the sight of you waking up. He observed you as you stretch, his gaze softening even more at the sight of you yawning.

You finally got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Eunwoo watched you as you made your way to the bathroom, his gaze still fixated on you. He felt a sense of anticipation, knowing he has a special surprise waiting for you downstairs. He decided to head downstairs to check on the surprise, knowing he has a few minutes before you come down.

You took your time brushing your teeth and loosely tying your hair.

Downstairs, Eunwoo finished setting up the surprise, making sure everything looked perfect. He checked the clock, realizing he still has some time before you come down. He stood by the table, looking at everything he prepared, his heart thrumming with anticipation.

After a short while, you came downstairs, entering the kitchen.

Eunwoo heard the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs and turned his head toward you, a warm smile appearing on his face, his heart thudding with anticipation. He watched as you enter the kitchen, his gaze filled with love and affection for you, feeling a swell of happiness at the sight of you.

"What did you prepare?" you asked curiously as you walked in.

Eunwoo's smile widened at your question, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He took your hand in his and led you toward the table, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Close your eyes." He said softly, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Erm okay?" you decided to trust him and closed your eyes.

Eunwoo watched as you close your eyes, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him. He stood in front of you, his hand gently cupping your chin.

"Keep them closed." He said, his voice low and tender.

"I mean... what day is it today?" you asked once more, having no idea at all.

Eunwoo couldn't help but chuckle softly at your question, his heart swelling with affection at your cluelessness.

"It's a surprise, jagiya. Just patience." He gently chided, his hand still cupping your chin, his thumb tracing gently over your lower lip.

You kept your eyes closed and stayed quiet, waiting for whatever surprised this is.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your obedience and patience. He let his hand drift down from your chin, his fingers softly grazing against your neck. He stepped behind you and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his breath soft against the back of your head.

"Don't peek. I know you're curious, but keep those pretty eyes closed."

Eunwoo guided you carefully toward the surprise, making sure you don't accidentally open your eyes. He placed you in front of the surprise and moved to stand beside you.

"Am I allowed to open them now?"

Eunwoo couldn't help but smile at your eagerness to open your eyes. He softly pat your head as he spoke.

"Soon. Just a few more seconds."

After a moment, he finally spoke up. "Okay, jagiya. You can open them now."

You finally opened your eyes.

Eunwoo watched as you open your eyes, his gaze fixed on your face, waiting for your reaction. The room is filled with decorations, the table set up with breakfast, the room filled with a warm, soft, and cozy atmosphere. On the table was a plate filled with food a beautiful breakfast spread of pancakes, salad, scrambled/sunny side up eggs, sausages, slice of tangerines, bacons and a big strawberry cake, as well as a bouquet of red roses in the middle

Your eyes lit up even more at the sight of what Eunwoo prepared for you, feeling a wave of love and appreciation washing over you. "Woah... all this for me...?" You asked in a pleased voice, looking over at him.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your reaction, his heart swelling with affection seeing you so pleasantly surprised. He nodded, softly running his fingers through your hair.

"All of this is for you, jagiya." He affirmed, his hand gently resting on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes clearly sparkling for him, genuinely happy at his surprise. "Thank you, jagiya..."

Eunwoo felt his heart flutter at your expression, his affection growing as he looked at you. He gave you a tender smile, his eyes filled with warmth as he heard you call him "jagiya".

"Happy birthday, Y/N. I'm glad you like it." He said softly, his hand moving to gently rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you loosely, holding you in a comfortable embrace.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, leaning up to hug Eunwoo properly, a bright smile plastered on your face.

Eunwoo felt his heart fill with love as you hug him, his arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you against him. He rested his chin on the top of your head, embracing you close, savoring the feeling of holding you in his arms. He softly hummed in contentment, his fingers running gently through your hair. He closed his eyes, simply enjoying the moment of being close to you.

After a moment, he spoke up softly, his voice tender. "Let's sit down and eat now, okay?"

You nod and took a seat across from him.

Eunwoo followed suit and sat down across from you, his gaze still fixated on your face, taking in your every expression. He watched as you look over the spread of food in front of you, his heart filling with affection at the sight of you being so pleased.

He reached out and took your hand in his, gently holding it, his thumb softly stroking the back of your hand.

"Is there something you'd like to eat first?"

"I'll have the pancake first."

Eunwoo smiled at your choice and picked up the plate with the pancakes with his free hand, placing it in front of you. He let go of your hand and watched as you start eating, his gaze filled with affection at the sight of you enjoying the food he prepared.

You also tried the salad, sunny side up egg, slice of tangerine, and bacon. You looked over at him with an appreciative smile, nodding in approval.

Eunwoo felt a sense of pride swelling within him as he watched you eat, happy that you are enjoying the food he prepare for you. He chuckled softly at your expression and smiled back warmly.

"I'm glad you like it." He said, his voice filled with contentment. He scooped up some scrambled eggs and took a bite.

Lastly, you wanted to try the strawberry cake next, eyeing at it with interest.

Eunwoo noticed your gaze on the strawberry cake and smiled softly, cutting a slice of the cake and placing it on a plate, pushing the plate toward you. He watched as you took a bite, waiting for your reaction.

You took your first bite of the cake, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips. "It's sweet. I like it." you commented fondly and took another bite, enjoying every bit of it.

Eunwoo felt happy at your reaction, his expression softening at the sight of you enjoying the cake, his heart full of warmth.

"I'm glad you like it." He said, a soft smile on his lips. "I made it specially for you."

You paused and glanced at him. "You did? You baked it for me?" You're in awe, you couldn't believe it..

Eunwoo nodded, his smile widening at your surprise. He watched you in affection, his gaze tender as he spoke.

"I did. The cake, the spread, the food. Everything I made from scratch."

"Thank you, jagiya. I must say you're good at everything you do." you commented genuinely, your eyes twinkling with affection.

Eunwoo felt s a rush of warmth flood through him at your compliment, a soft flush appearing on his cheeks. He reached over and softly pat your head, gently ruffling your hair, his tone soft and affectionate.

"You flatter me, jagiya."

You instinctively leaned into his touch. "For real though, you're all-around and I love that about you." You remarked lovingly.

Eunwoo's heart felt like it could burst from happiness at your words, his cheeks growing redder as he felt even more touched by your admiration. He held your gaze, his expression filled with affection and appreciation.

"That's very sweet of you to say, jagiya." He said, his voice soft and tender. "But I love everything about you as well."

Your smile deepened, your gaze locked on his.

Eunwoo felt completely enamored by your gaze, his heart swelling with love as he looked at you. He reached across the table and held your hand in his, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, his touch tender and affectionate.

A few moments later, you finished eating, feeling both satisfied and content.

Eunwoo watched as you finish eating, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of you being full and satisfied. He stand up and walked over to you, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

"Did you enjoy your meal, jagiya?"

You looked up at him and nodded in affirmation, your expression warm.

Eunwoo felt a soft smile forming on his lips, his heart fluttering at your affirmation. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his touch tender and affectionate.

"I'm glad." He said softly, his gaze filled with affection as he looked at you, his gaze slowly shifting toward the bouquet of roses and then to the heart-shaped decorations.

You followed his gaze and turned to look at the roses and the heart-shaped decorations around the room. You looked back at him with a puzzled expression, your question clear in your eyes.

Eunwoo noticed your puzzled expression and smiled, his gaze softened by affection, as he lightly ruffled your hair.

He took one of the roses from the bouquet and gently cupped your chin, bringing the rose close to your face, the petals of the blossom touching the skin on your cheeks.

He softly whispered, "For my one and only love."

You didn't expect that and gently took the rose from him, holding his gaze. "Ah, thank you."

Eunwoo couldn't help but smile at your soft demeanor, his heart overwhelmed with affection at the sight of you holding the rose.

He took a step closer to you and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

He spoke in a gentle tone, "You're welcome, jagiya."

An idea crossed your mind. "Since it's my birthday today... can we go to the amusement park?" You asked, your eyes holding a hint of anticipation.

Eunwoo's smile widened at your request, his eyes softening at your hopeful expression. He gently brushed his finger over your cheek, his touch warm and tender.

"Of course, jagiya. We can go to the amusement park." He replied, his voice filled with affection.

Your face brightened up at his agreement and you immediately stand up from your seat. "I'll go get change then." you informed him before going straight to the bedroom.

Eunwoo watched you go, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he admired your enthusiasm. He took a seat at the dining table, his gaze filled with fondness as he waited for you to come back.

You came back dressed in a cropped grey sweatshirt over a white collared shirt, paired with a pleated denim mini skirt with frayed edges and a layered hem. You accessorized with a small tan crossbody pouch.

Eunwoo felt his breath catch in his throat as his gaze fell on you. The sight of you in your outfit caused his heart to skip a beat, his mind instantly filled with affectionate thoughts.

His eyes roam over you, taking in the way the cropped sweater hugged your frame, showcasing your subtle curves, the white collared shirt adding a hint of contrast and the mini skirt accentuating your legs, making you look effortlessly chic. The tan crossbody pouch added a touch of edgy allure to your overall look.

You smiled softly at him and asked: "How do I look?" you took a small step closer to him.

Eunwoo's heart fluttered at your question, his gaze filled with affection and adoration as he looked at you.

He gently took hold of your hand, his touch tender and gentle, bringing you even closer.

"You look beautiful." He praised, his voice soft and warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in your appearance.

You smiled even more at his praise, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks. Shall we go now?"

Eunwoo's heart warmed at seeing your radiant smile, his gaze softening with affection. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Of course, jagiya. Let's head out."

Eunwoo led you to the car, opening the door for you and making sure you get in first. He closed the door before briskly making his way to the driver's seat. He settled in, then buckled up and started the engine. Within a few moments, the car started moving, making its way to the amusement park.

Meanwhile, you enjoyed the scenery passing by as you drove to the amusement park.

Eunwoo occasionally glanced over to you, his eyes soft and affectionate as he observed you, enjoying the way you seem to enjoy the view. A warm smile played on his lips as he focused back on driving, the radio playing softly, filling the car with a cozy ambiance.

Eventually, the amusement park came into view. Eunwoo drove the car into the parking lot, looking for a suitable spot to park. After finding one, he pulled up and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, closing the door. Then he walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and holding his hand out to you.

You gently took his hand as you got out of the car.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at you as you got out of the car, gently pulling you closer to him as he closed the door behind you. He kept your hand in his, your fingers tangling together, his touch soft and firm.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he looked at you, waiting for your answer.

You nodded eagerly, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

A soft chuckle escaped Eunwoo's lips as he gazed at you, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of you being so excited. He laced his fingers through yours, holding your hand tightly but gently.

"Let's go then." He said, his tone filled with amusement. With that, you walked toward the entrance of the amusement park.

You looked around the amusement park, already thinking what ride you should get on or games to play.

Eunwoo smiled softly, his gaze fixed on your face as he noticed your excitement. He observed you silently for a moment, his attention locked on your every expression. When you don't seem to know where to go, he spoke up.

"Where do you want to head to first, jagiya?"

You turned to look at Eunwoo. "Rollercoaster!" you exclaimed enthusiastically. "Let's try that one first." you added.

Eunwoo chuckled at your sudden outburst, his heart overflowing with affection. He squeezed your hand affectionately and smiled at you.

"Alright, let's go." He responded, his tone warm and soft. He started leading you toward the nearest rollercoaster.

You followed closely beside him, you could barely wait.

Eunwoo led you to the queue, his hand still holding yours. You both wait in line, your eyes fixed on the rollercoaster, anticipation coursing through you. When it's finally your turn, Eunwoo went in first, holding your hand and helping you to be seated. Once you're both buckled up, a feeling of anticipation began growing in your stomach, your heart starting to pound with adrenaline.

The roller coaster started moving, gaining speed as it went higher and higher. You held tightly to Eunwoo's hand, feeling the rush of exhilaration and the wind on your face. Eunwoo, noticing your reaction, gripped your hand even tighter, silently letting you know that he's there with you.

You felt reassured by Eunwoo's touch and you felt yourself enjoying the rollercoaster ride with him as time went by.

As the roller coaster ride continued, Eunwoo kept his gaze fixed on you, enjoying seeing the thrill in your expression, his heart feeling full. Every dip and turn, every elevation and drop, he tightened his grip on your hand, his touch gentle but steady, silently providing reassurance and comfort with his presence.

Throughout the ride, you placed your trust in him, occasionally smiling in his direction.

Eunwoo silently watched you throughout the ride, his own heart beating with excitement as you both experience the adrenaline through the ups and downs. He couldn't help but smile at your smiles, feeling a sense of reassurance knowing that you trust him. He kept a close watch on you, making sure you're safe and comfortable, and his hand never leave yours.

You held onto his hand tightly during the ride, feeling safe with him.

Eunwoo felt your tight grip on his hand, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles, giving you a gentle reassurance. Whenever the car dips or makes a sharp turn, his grip on your hand tightened in response, keeping a firm hold on you. Despite the rush of sensations, he kept his focus on you.

Soon, the ride has come to an end.

Eunwoo looked at you, gently squeezing your hand.

"You did great." He praised you as he unbuckled the seatbelt and helped you out.

Your gaze softened at him as you stepped out of the ride, your eyes literally observing Eunwoo with quiet fondness.

Eunwoo met your gaze and noticed your soft expression, his heart melting at the sight.

He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, his grip tender as he led you away from the rollercoaster.

You slowly start taking a walk, the atmosphere around them calming.

The tension eventually leaves your body, letting yourself relax in his presence.

Eunwoo felt an immense sense of satisfaction as he sensed your body relaxing around him, his heart light. You walk together, your pace slow but steady. He found that having you by his side is a comfort, and he couldn't help but steal glances toward you every now and then, taking in the sight of your relaxed figure and the softness in your eyes.

"Let's get some drinks, jagiya." you suggested softly as you walked.

Eunwoo let out a soft chuckle at your suggestion, his gaze affectionate. He squeezed your hand softly and nod.

"Sounds good, jagiya."

"What do you think we should drink?" you inquired, thinking about the choices of drinks.

Eunwoo pondered for a moment, considering the options around them.

"Well, what are you feeling like, jagiya? There's all sorts of choices around us." He said, his tone soft and gentle.

"Hmm..." you stopped in your tracks and turned to him. "I can't choose between iced tea or iced coffee." you told him with a small pout.

Eunwoo chuckled softly, a fond smile on his face as he saw your conflicted expression. He gently tapped your pouted bottom lip with his index finger to tease you before speaking.

"You're having trouble choosing? Why not get both?"

You perked up, a beam appearing on your face. "What? You're gonna pay?" you asked, your voice expectant.

Eunwoo laughed softly at your reaction, his heart swelling a little, his gaze soft and affectionate.

"Of course. You could get both." He said, his tone sincere. He gently ruffled your hair playfully, his touch tender.

Your smile faltered after overthinking it. "But... what if I get an upset stomach because of it?"

Eunwoo could sense the worry and concern in your tone, his expression turned soft as he looked into your eyes with a warm smile.

"Well..." He paused, his fingers gently combing through your hair, before speaking again.

"That's why we go slow. You can have sips of both and finish one first before moving onto the other."

"Okay, I have decided. I'm going to get iced tea first and after all of our adventure I'll make my iced coffee my last drink." you stated, your voice laced with determination, your demeanor positive.

Eunwoo chuckled softly at your determined demeanor, his gaze filled with affection, as he listened to your plan of drinking iced tea first.

"Alright then, you've made your decision." He said, his smile still warm and gentle. He held your hand loosely, giving it a light squeeze, leading you toward whichever stall has iced tea.

You followed him happily toward the stall that sells iced tea.

Eunwoo walked you to the stall, his gaze still fixed on your face, his hand holding you close. Once they reach the stall, he glanced up at the menu board, scanning the drinks available. "So, which flavour do you want?"

You leaned in casually to whisper in his ear. "Apple."

Eunwoo's heart skipped a beat as you whisper in his ear, his breath catching softly. He felt a wave of affection at your simple choice.

"Apple," He repeated to himself softly, before turning to order the drink for you. After a little while, the worker handed over the cold apple iced tea into an even colder disposable cup, filled to the brim.

Eunwoo took it over to you, his gaze warm and tender.

"Here you go." He said, his tone soft and tender as he handed you the drink, his free hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

"Thank you, jagiya." you accepted the cup from him and drank the iced tea slowly, savoring it.

Eunwoo watched you take slow and delicate sips of your iced tea, a soft smile lingering on his lips. He observed you silently, his gaze warm with affection. He found himself fixated on the way you savor the drink, your every move captivating to him.

You finished it, quenching your thirst. "Ah... that was good." You commented, a pleased expression on your face.

Eunwoo smiled softly, his gaze still fixed on you, his heart feeling soft and light.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, jagiya." He said, his tone gentle. He reached out and rubbed your arm affectionately.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go to the next ride."

Eunwoo nodded, his gaze fond as he saw your eagerness.

"Alright, let's go." He said, his tone soft. He gently took your hand, intertwined your fingers together. He started leading you to the next ride, guiding you through the crowds.

You followed after him, feeling a surge of excitement for the next ride.

Eunwoo led you through the crowds and toward the ride, his hand still holding yours. As you wait in line, he observed how you have a bounce to your step, excitement coursing through you. He couldn't help but smile at your eager demeanor, your enthusiasm contagious. He found himself entranced by your infectious enthusiasm. Once you reach the front of the line. he helped you get seated and buckled the seatbelt for you, making sure you're comfortable and secure.

You appreciated the gesture and settled comfortably on your seat.

Eunwoo glanced over to check on you, his gaze filled with a sense of reassurance. Once the ride began to move, he placed his hand on your lap, as if to keep you grounded. He watched you closely, observing your reaction to the thrill of the ride.

You completely trusted him as you allowed yourself to enjoy the ride together with him.

Eunwoo stayed near, his gaze still fixed on you as the ride picked up speed. He could see the exhilaration in your eyes, the excitement etched on your face, and he felt a sense of contentment. He kept his hand on your lap, the touch reassuring and warm. Every time the ride dips and rises, he gently squeezed your thigh, an involuntary gesture of comfort.

You seemed to be enjoying yourself despite the thrill of the ride, a wide smile on your face.

Eunwoo watched you with a warm smile, his heart feeling light at the sight of your wide smile. As the ride continued to move, he could sense the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your eyes shining with excitement. He kept his hand on your thigh, his touch gentle and grounding, a subtle reminder that he was there with you through it all.

After trying out few of the rides, you and Eunwoo decided to play carnival games this time.

The two of you made your way toward the carnival games, Eunwoo's hand still holding yours. You browse through the various games, your eyes darting from one game to another, taking in the various prizes displayed.

"You choose this time, jagiya." you let him pick, gazing at him in anticipation.

Eunwoo looked at you, his gaze soft, considering the options, before settling on one game.

"I think we should try this one. It's simple enough and it looks fun." He said, gesturing toward a game where you had to knock down bottles, his smile warm.

"Sure." you replied lightly and tugged Eunwoo along with you, making your way toward it.

Eunwoo followed after you, your hands still intertwined. When you arrive at the game, he looked at you for a moment, his eyes filled with fondness before pulling away to pay for the game. He soon received a ball from the worker, and turned his attention back to you with a smile on his face.

You watched him closely as he play the game, cheering for him internally.

Eunwoo focused on the bottles, his aim precise and steady. He took a deep breath and threw the ball, his eyes locked on the target. The ball knocked down the bottles, one by with satisfying thumps. Eunwoo grinned, his gaze turning to you, pleased with the results.

You were standing beside him and admiring him silently, obviously impressed by his skills and efficiency. "Woah. As expected of Eunwoo." you uttered, a hint of awe in your voice.

Eunwoo turned to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at your awe. He noticed the hint of amazement in your voice, and he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him.

"It's nothing." He said, his tone humble as a slight blush dusted his cheeks at your praise. He carefully placed the ball down, looking at you and letting out another soft chuckle.

"What else are you not good at?" It's rather a statement and not a question. You looked over at him fondly, letting out a warm chuckle.

Eunwoo paused for a moment, a smile forming on his lips. He met your gaze, his expression soft as he pondered your question with an amused glint in his eyes.

He responded with a touch of humility. "Well..."

He paused, seemingly racking his brain for a response. Then, he looked at you again, a teasing smile on his face. "Are you trying to call me perfect?"

You narrowed your eyes at Eunwoo playfully. "Correct."

Eunwoo laughed at your response, his heart softening at your playful manner. He looked into your eyes, his gaze still soft with affection. He gently tugged you closer, his expression turning thoughtful as he pondered your words further. "Well, perfection doesn't exist, you know."

"If perfection doesn't exist, why am I seeing one now? He's standing right in front of me." you remarked, a teasing glint in your eyes, your gaze fixated on him

Eunwoo felt his cheeks heating up at your words, flustered by your praise and the way your gaze was fixed on him. He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head, his heart feeling lighter.

"Oh, stop it." He muttered softly, the tips of his ears turning red. He gently pulled you closer toward him, your bodies almost touching now.

You smiled fondly at his reaction before speaking again. "You need to get your reward. You knocked those bottles out." you refered to the prize.

Eunwoo smiled at that, his gaze drifting toward the prize—the stuffed toys—then back at you. He noticed your expectant gaze, and his heart softened.

"I suppose so." He replied, the hint of amusement still present in his tone. He held your hand in his and walked over to the prize area, picking up the toy and holding it out toward you. "For you."

"Oh you're giving it to me?" you couldn't help but smile brightly at him, accepting the teddy bear from him, hugging it in your arms. "Thank you, jagiya. I'm so happy right now." you spoke genuinely.

Eunwoo watched as you hug the teddy bear tightly in your arms, a warm feeling fluttering in his chest at the sight of your happiness. He tucked your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. He spoke softly, his voice warm with affection.

"You're welcome." He said, his gaze still fixed on you, his eyes brimming with tenderness and love.

"Let's go eat something. I'm quite hungry after all of those rides and games." you suggested, taking a hold of his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling against him.

Eunwoo nodded at your suggestion, feeling the weight of your head on his shoulder and relishing the feeling of your body against his. He placed his hand on top of yours, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb in a subtle gesture of affection.

"Let's go find something then." He responded softly, his gaze still warm and tender as he walked side by side with you, keeping you close.

"I'm just gonna follow you..." you seemed to be out of energy now, leaning into his side.

Eunwoo smiled tenderly at your words, feeling your exhaustion. He took note of the way you lean on him, and he placed an arm around your waist, supporting you. He gently rubbed your back, his touch comforting.

"Tired, hm?" He asked, his tone soft and loving, his eyes filled with concern.

You hummed softly in response.

Eunwoo felt your tired hums. He looked at your face and observed the tiredness in your eyes. He moved his fingers, gently caressing the back of your head.

"We'll go find somewhere to sit and have dinner then." He said softly, his voice full of concern and affection. His arm, still wrapped around your waist, gently led you toward the direction of the food area.

You followed him wherever he guided you as the sun began to set.

Eunwoo took notice of your docile behavior, silently taking in the way you follow his lead without a word of protest, a smile tugging at his lips. He kept you close, his arm securely wrapped around your waist. After a short walk, he located an unoccupied table in the food area. He guided you over to the table and seated you gently, making sure you are comfortable.

"Stay here, jagiya." He instructed lightly, his voice soft as he gently pat your knee.

You nodded in acknowledgement and stayed on your seat.

Eunwoo smiled affectionately at your compliance, his gaze full of tender fondness. He left you to head over to the nearby food stalls, and returned not long after, carrying a tray with a couple of meals on it. He set the food down on the table, sitting down next to you.

"I got you some food." He said, his tone still soft and warm, his eyes fixed on you. He pushed a plate toward you, silently telling you to eat.

"Thank you, jagiya." you gave him a weary but appreciative smile before you began to eat, taking your precious time to savor your meal.

Eunwoo watched you as you eat, his gaze quietly fixed on you. He noticed your weary but appreciative smile and felt a twinge of concern at your visible exhaustion. He noticed the way you eat your meal slowly, as if savoring every bit of it. He smiled softly and leaned back on his seat, patiently waiting for you to finish, his own meal untouched.

You noticed that he haven't touched his food yet and glanced at him.

"What are you doing? You should also eat." You frowned slightly, a look of disapproval on your face.

Eunwoo chuckled softly at the sight of your frown, feeling a little guilty. He saw the disapproval on your face and shook his head at your comment.

"I'll eat after you." He responded firmly, refusing to touch his food. He crossed his arms, his attention still fully on you, his expression tender but stubborn.

'This guy...' you swallowed your food, leaning forward and helding out a piece of meat to him, prompting to feed him. "Don't be stubborn and eat." you said in a firm tone.

Eunwoo looked at you, his stubbornness starting to waver. He stared you down for a few moments, hesitating, before sighing deeply and nodding.

"Okay, okay, fine." He said, relenting. He opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him, his eyes still fixed on you, a slight flush on his face.

Your smile returned on your face, gazing at Eunwoo tenderly.

"Do I have to feed you so you would eat?" you asked lightheartedly, shaking your head in amusement.

Eunwoo swallowed his food, the flush on his cheeks growing even more apparent at your words. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and let out a sheepish chuckle as he spoke, his eyes lowering.

"No, I just... wanted to make sure you were eating well first..." He mumbled softly, still somewhat embarrassed by the moment. He kept his gaze on you, a slight hint of guilt and helplessness visible in his expression.

Your expression softened further at him. You chuckled a bit and responded gently: "Then I wouldn't be able to eat well without you accompanying me."

Eunwoo's heart fluttered at your words, your gentle tone filling him with a sense of reassurance. He looked into your eyes, his gaze turning soft and tender. He let out a sigh of surrender.

"Alright, alright. I get it now." He said, nodding his head resignedly, his expression still a little sheepish, but also tinged with affection.

You were pleased with that and watched as he start to eat, feeling a sense of warmth seeing him eat well. You continued to eat, slowly gaining your energy back.

Eunwoo eat in silence, occasionally stealing glances at you. He observed the way you eat, noticing that you're regaining your energy. His heart felt full, knowing that he was the reason for your energy levels gradually returning. He finished his meal, satisfied with his own meal, and put the utensils down, his gaze still lingering on you.

You finished your meal after him and felt thirsty.

Eunwoo noticed your facial expression, as if searching for something. He looked on curiously.

"Are you feeling thirsty?" He asked gently, raising an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of concern.

You nodded in response.

Eunwoo glanced around, looking for a drink stand. His gaze fell on one nearby and he turned to you, speaking gently.

"Wait here for a bit." He pat your shoulder before standing up and heading toward the drink stand, wanting to get a drink for you.

While waiting for Eunwoo, a guy suddenly approached you, asking for your number. You refused, saying you have a boyfriend but the guy was persistent and it was making you feel uneasy, especially the guy was checking you out.

Eunwoo stood in the queue to buy a drink, his gaze occasionally shifting toward the table where you are sitting. He noticed another guy approaching you, and his gaze sharpened as he watched your interaction from afar. As the guy kept talking, he saw that you are uncomfortable as you try to refuse multiple times but the guy was not listening.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening, growing irritated with annoyance and a slight hint of... jealousy.

The guy seemed quite persistent, moving closer to you. Then, he placed his hand on your thigh, his words clearly hinting something inappropriate. That's when Eunwoo decided that it's enough. He stepped out of the queue, walking toward your table, his gaze intense and focused, and a slight frown on his face.

The guy didn't notice Eunwoo approaching from behind, still focused on you, still trying to get your number, his hand still on your thigh. Eunwoo clenched his jaw at the scene, his irritation growing by the second, his patience wearing thin. He arrived at the table and grabbed the guy's shoulder, pulling him roughly away from you.

The guy stumbled away a little from the sudden pull, quickly turning around to face him. He looked at Eunwoo and immediately raises his hands up, a mixture of defiance and fear etched on his face.

"Eunwoo..." You uttered softly as you rose from your seat, slightly surprised to see him back already but you were glad he's here now, your body immediately relaxing in his presence.

Eunwoo turned toward you, and his expression softened a little, his gaze still filled with a mix of anger and concern. He kept his eyes fixed on the guy, but his attention was still on you as well, his grip on the guy's shoulder remaining firm but not too rough.

He spoke up, his voice hard but firm,

"Is this guy bothering you?"

You nodded softly in response but that didn't mean you wanted him to cause a scene.

Eunwoo knew and understood that you don't want to cause a scene, but seeing how that guy was bothering you like that stirred something inside of him.

He took a deep breath, and spoke up, his eyes still fixed on the guy, his tone firm, but still respectful.

"You didn't hear her the first time? She said she has a boyfriend, and clearly she doesn't want to give you her number."

You reached out and grasped his shirt, gently coaxing him to let him go. "Stop it..." you spoke in a calm voice, trying to ease the tension.

Eunwoo felt your touch on his shirt, and the feeling of your hand touching his shirt relaxes him a little. He glanced at you, his gaze softening a little as he noted your voice and your attempts to ease the tension. His grip on the guy tightened for a few more seconds before he finally let go, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He turned to you, his expression still hardened but there was a hint of guilt.

The guy hesitantly walked away, finally leaving the two of you alone.

Eunwoo watched the guy walk away, his expression still stern, before turning his attention back to you. He sighed deeply, his tense shoulders slightly relaxing but he still seemed a bit irritated. He looked at you quietly, his gaze still somewhat hard, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Calm down, hm? He's gone." You tried to soothe him, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you gazed at him with a gentle expression.

Eunwoo felt your hands gently gripping his cheeks, and a wave of comfort washed over him as he looked into your eyes. Your soothing touch and presence helped to cool his anger and irritation, his heart softening at the sight of you.

Eunwoo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His expression softened more as he looked at you, his eyes still holding a hint of concern but he was significantly calmer now.

"Sorry..." He murmured softly, his tone apologetic as if he felt guilty about his reaction earlier.

"And thank you for coming to my rescue." you said appreciatively, wrapping your arms around him in return.

Eunwoo felt your arms around him, and he pulled you even closer, tucking you against his side. He wrapped his arms around you tight, relishing in the feeling of holding you.

"I can't tolerate it when someone bothers you." He murmured softly, a protective edge to his voice as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You stayed in his arms for awhile until he calmed down.

"Let's go get iced coffee to end the day." you told him softly, a faint smile on your face.

Eunwoo nodded softly at your words, his gaze softening even more as he took notice of your exhausted expression. He gently grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, his touch firm but tender.

"Okay... let's go. You need to rest."

He said, his tone softer now. He gently led you toward the nearby coffee stand, keeping you close to him, as if not wanting to let you go.

You followed his lead, your hand still tightly clasped in his as you threaded through the crowd. You couldn't help but glance at him occasionally, noticing the slight tension in his jaw that he try to keep hidden, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in response.

Eunwoo felt your gentle squeeze, his tense expression immediately relaxing, and he turned to look at you, his gaze meeting your soft yet concerned eyes. He could see the worry in your look, and he couldn't help but give you a reassuring smile, squeezing your hand gently back, as if telling you not to worry, that he was fine.

Soon you reached the coffee stand. Eunwoo glanced at the menu board briefly before turning his gaze toward you, silently asking you what you'd like to have. He rubbed your hand with his thumb in a gentle motion, a subtle gesture of affection.

You choose the classic iced coffee.

Eunwoo listened to your order and gave the barista a nod before placing your order and his. You soon got the drinks, and he handed you the cup.

You took the cup from him, taking a sip of the iced coffee which satisfied your craving.

"Let's go home now." you said softly, taking a hold of his arm while holding your cup with the other.

He nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on you, his expression soft. He led you toward the parked car, still keeping one hand around your waist as he opened the car door for you, gently guiding you in. He got in the car as well and shutted the door, starting the car.

You leaned back comfortably on your seat, letting out a sigh.

Eunwoo noticed your sigh as you lean back against your seat, and a hint of concern flickers across his face.

"Tired, jagiya?" He asked, his tone still soft and warm as a tender expression took over his face.

A hint of smile on your face as you nodded softly in response.

"Tired but worth it." you replied, turning to face him.

"Thank you for making my day extra special, Eunwoo. I genuinely enjoyed our time together." you expressed sincerely, your voice filled with affection for him.

Your words touch his heart deeply, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness upon hearing your gratitude. He reached over and gently cupped your face in his hand, his touch tender and affectionate, and a warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. I always enjoy spending time with you." He responded, his tone gentle and sincere, his eyes sparkling softly.

"Being with you is the best birthday gift I could ever receive." you said warmly, gazing back into his eyes lovingly.

Eunwoo's heart melted at your words, and his gaze softened, filled with love and affection. Your words touch his soul, and he leaned closer to you.

"You deserve the best." He murmured softly, his voice gentle as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, his touch ever so tender.

A soft smile graced your lips as you lean into his touch, finding comfort and love in his presence. The journey back to the house is filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sound of sipping. Once back to the house, he gently guide you inside.

You followed him inside the house, instantly feeling at home.

Eunwoo gently closed the door behind you, a sense of quiet comfort filling the space. He turned around to face you, taking note of your tired expression, his expression softened, affection and concern in his gaze. He walked toward where you are standing and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your body relaxed in his arms as a sense of safety washed over you, the fatigue weighing on your body started to ease up upon feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Eunwoo felt you relax in his arms, and he held you close, relishing in the feeling of having you near. He gently stroked your back in slow, soothing circles, his touch tender and loving, his gaze fixed on you.

Later on, Eunwoo helped you settle onto the bed, his hand lingering on your waist as he watched you get comfortable.

You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to him, burying your face into his chest.

Eunwoo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest as he felt your face nuzzling into him. A wave of content wash over him as he held you in his arms, and he let out a soft sigh of his own.

He ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he spoke softly.

"Did you enjoy the day, jagiya?"

You smiled subtly at his question with your eyes closed.

"I enjoyed it more than you think." you muttered in a pleasant voice.

A soft smile graced his face as he heard your reply, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your head, his touch tender and affectionate. He continued to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the moment of closeness between the two of you.

You offered him a weary smile. "Did you eat yet?"

Bogum took note of the weariness in your smile and raised an eyebrow in concern. He shook his head at your question, his gaze fixated on you intently.

"No, not yet. I was waiting for you." He answered honestly, his expression becoming slightly concerned.

He stepped closer to you, gently taking your hand in his and leading you further inside. He gazed at your face, noting the fatigue in your features.

"Is everything alright? You look tired."

"I just had a long day at work.." You responded softly as you followed him, letting him guide you.

Bogum nodded as he listened to you, leading you to the couch and gently helping you sit down before taking the seat beside you. His hand remained holding yours, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner. His gaze stayed on you, his expression soft and filled with concern.

"That sounds tough. Would you like to tell me about it? Maybe I can help ease your burden a bit." He asked quietly, his voice carrying a hint of care and worry.

You started talking about your day, how stressed you were at work and the little inconvenience you encountered throughout the day.

Bogum listened intently, his expression becoming one of empathetic understanding. He didn't interrupt you, letting you get everything off your chest. His grip on your hand tightened gently as if to offer assurance and comfort.

Once you finish talking, he gently squeezed your hand.

"Sounds like you've had a rough day... I'm sorry you have to go through that, love." He said softly, his tone filled with sincerity. He gently lift your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

He continued to hold your hand and moved closer to you on the couch, his free arm going around your shoulders and gently drawing you closer. His touch was tender and comforting, a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe a warm bath to help you relax? Or some tea?" He asked softly, his eyes watching you closely, wanting to do anything to ease the burden you're carrying.

"Yes please, hubby." you answered softly.

A soft smile appeared on Bogum's face at being called 'hubby.' He felt a sense of warmth at the term of endearment.

"Of course, darling. Let me prepare everything for you."

He stand up from the couch, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a moment before completely letting go. He then make his way towards the bathroom, preparing to draw a warm bath and fetch some tea for you.

You leaned back on the couch and let out a soft sigh.

Bogum returned from the bathroom a few moments later, having finished preparing the warm bath. He noticed your sigh and walked toward you.

"The bath is ready. Let me help you, darling."

He offered his hand to you, helping you stand up from the couch and guiding you towards the bathroom. The warm, soothing scent of bath salts wafts through the air. The bathtub was filled with steaming water, ready for you to relax in.

You entered the bathroom, the atmosphere instantly soothing you.

Bogum stayed by your side, watching as you enter the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you as the warm steam enveloped you.

"Take your time and relax. If you need anything, just shout, alright?" He said gently, an encouraging smile on his face. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room as if checking to see what else you might need.

You turned to Bogum with a soft smile on your face. "Thank you, hubby." You said appreciatively before you undress and proceed to step into the bathtub, sinking in the warm water.

Bogum watched you, his smile widening at being called "hubby" once again. He watched as you undress and step into the tub.

"You're welcome, darling. Just relax and take as much time as you need."

He continued to stand by the door, his eyes on you as you bask in the warmth of the water. His expression was one of care and concern, wanting to make sure you're comfortable and relaxed. The soft sound of the water sloshing gently as you move filled the room.

You closed your eyes, your body relaxing in the warm bath.

Bogum stood there, silently observing you as you relax in the water. He watched as your body slowly relaxes, the tension in your muscles dissipating. A gentle smile appeared on his face, seeing the stress and fatigue slowly fading away from you. He remained quiet, giving you the space you need to unwind and find tranquility.

You occasionally let out sighs of contentment, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Bogum's smile widened at the sound of your sighs of contentment. He could tell that the warm bath was having a soothing effect on you, and he felt a sense of relief knowing that he's able to help you relax and find solace. He remained leaned against the doorframe, still keeping a watchful eye on you, but not wanting to disturb your peaceful moment.

After a while, you were done taking your bath and tried to step out of the bathtub.

Bogum, ever so attentive, immediately stepped closer as you attempt to step out of the bathtub. He offered a hand to help you stand, his other hand coming around to securely hold your waist, ensuring you maintain your balance.

"Careful, darling. The floor can be slippery." He said softly, his voice gentle as he assisted you out of the bathtub and onto the bathroom floor.

You held onto him and safely got out of the bathtub.

Bogum kept his arm around your waist, steadying you as you fully step out of the bathtub. Once you're safely out, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, gently patting you dry.

"There you go. Feeling a bit better now?" He asked softly, his gaze fixed on you, his touch remaining gentle as he dry your skin.

You nodded in affirmation, looking at him with a warm expression, allowing him to dry you off.

Bogum gently continued to dry your body, using the towel to gently pat and absorb the water from your skin. His touch was gentle, careful not to be too rough as he ensured every part of you is dry. His eyes never leave yours—his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness.

"Good. I'm glad you're feeling a bit more relaxed now." He said softly, his free hand gently rubbing your shoulder. Once he's finished, he wrapped the towel securely around your body, covering you up.

"I'm feeling a lot better now." You uttered, smiling genuinely at him.

Bogum return the smile, his expression filled with warmth.

"I'm really glad to hear that, darling."

He gently ran his fingers through your damp hair, gently brushing it back.

"Do you feel up to putting on some comfortable clothes?" He asked softly, his eyes scanning your face to gauge your tiredness.

"Mm yes."

Bogum nodded in response, his hand gently coming down to take yours.

"Alright, let's go then."

He gently guided you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Once inside, he led you to the closet, his hand gently releasing yours to allow you to select your clothes.

"What would you like to wear? Something comfortable and loose?" He questioned, his tone gentle and considerate.

You nodded in agreement.

Bogum smiled softly and gently opened the closet doors for you, allowing you to browse through your clothes. He stand beside you, watching and waiting for you to pick out what you want to wear.

"Take your time, darling." He said softly, his hand gently resting on your lower back, a subtle gesture of support and presence.

You picked your clothes and changed into your fitted long-sleeve gray top and loose, cozy cream-colored sweatpants, looking relaxed and all. You felt more comfortable and warm.

Bogum watched as you change, his eyes filled with affection. He could see that you're looking more comfortable and relaxed, which bring a sense of satisfaction to him. Once you've changed into your cozy outfit, he smiled at you, his gaze filled with tenderness.

"You look so comfortable and warm now, darling. I'm glad you're feeling better." He said softly, his hand gently rubbing your upper arm, showing his affection.

You looked over at him, smiling gently as you take a hold of his pinky, your touch subtly affectionate. "Let's have tea before going to bed, hubby."

Bogum's heart fluttered at the subtle affection you show through your touch. The tender gesture of holding his pinky fill him with warmth.

"Of course, darling." He responded softly, a gentle smile on his face. He interlocked his pinky with yours, holding it delicately as he turn toward the door.

"Let's head back to the living room and get your tea ready."

"Alright..." You followed closely beside him to the living room, your footsteps in sync.

Bogum led the way to the living room, his pinky still intertwined with yours. You make your way to the couch, and he gently guided you to sit down, before taking a seat next to you.

He glanced at you, his expression soft and warm, as he gently placed a hand on your thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Just relax for a moment, darling. I'll go and prepare your tea. Is chamomile fine with you?"

You nodded in response.

Bogum smiled gently at your response.

"Alright, I'll go prepare your chamomile tea. Stay here and relax."

He gently squeezed your thigh before standing up and walking toward the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of chamomile tea in his hands. He approached back to where you're seated and gently placed the cup in front of you.

"Here you go, darling. Freshly brewed chamomile tea for you."

You cradled the cup in your hands and slowly bring it to your lips, taking a sip of the chamomile tea which instantly soothes you.

Bogum took a seat next to you once again, his gaze fixed on you as you sip the tea. He watched the tension in your shoulders slowly ease, noting the way your expression relaxed as the hot liquid warms your body. The atmosphere in the living room was peaceful and quiet, the only sound being the occasional sipping of tea and the soft hum of the wind from outside.

He remained quiet, his leg lightly brushing against yours as he let you soak in the tranquility of the moment. His eyes never leave you, filled with quiet concern and affection.

While drinking, you turned your head to look at Bogum, your gaze soft. "Thank you for today, hubby." You spoke sincerely.

Bogum's expression softened, his eyes meeting yours in a tender gaze. His expression was one of quiet happiness, his heart swelling with affection at the sound of you calling him 'hubby.'

"You don't have to thank me, darling. I'm here for you, always." He replied softly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance and certainty.

He gently shifted closer to you on the couch, his leg now firmly pressed against yours as he gently pats your hand that's holding the cup.

Your heart warms at his words. You take a moment to finish your tea, set it down before scooting closer to Bogum on the couch and leaning into his side, seeking his comfort and warmth.

Bogum smiled softly as you scoot closer to him, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. He gently pulled you in, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. His touch was firm yet tender, a silent reassurance that he's there for you, always.

He gently pats your back, his other hand running through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as he looked down at you warmly.

Your eyes flutter closed, relaxing further in his presence. You leaned into his touch ever so slightly, a content smile appearing on your face.

Bogum felt his heart warm at the sight of you relaxing in his arms. He continued to gently massage your scalp, his touch soothing and tender. The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of your soft sighs of contentment. He could feel your body grow looser against him, the tension from before melting away.

He leaned his head against yours, his hand still gently rubbing your back.

"Feeling better, darling?" He asked softly, his voice gentle and filled with caring.

You hummed in response and murmured affectionately: "You're the best husband I could ever ask for."

Bogum felt a rush of affection upon hearing your words, his heart swelling with love. He smiled softly and softly squeezed your shoulder, his other hand moving up to gently cradle your face.

"And you're the best wife." He replied softly, his voice sincere and warm, as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Y/N, I missed you so much. It feels like it's been an eternity since I last saw you." He murmured softly, nuzzling your hair and breathing in your familiar scent.

You wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back. "I missed you too, a lot..." You responded tenderly, a content smile gracing your lips.

Eunwoo held you close, savoring the feeling of your soft curves pressed against him. He gently pulled back to look at your face, his brown deep-set eyes filled with adoration and love. A warm smile graced his handsome features as he reached up to gently caress your cheek.

"I'm so happy to be here with you again, jagiya. I've been looking forward to this day all week." He said softly, his voice filled with genuine happiness and contentment.

He glanced around your apartment, taking in the familiar surroundings and spotting the ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter. His eyes lit up with excitement.

"It looks like you've already started preparing for our cooking date. I can't wait to work together with you, side by side, creating something delicious." He grinned, taking your hand and interlacing your fingers with his own. "Lead the way, jagiya. Let's make some magic happen, together."

You held his hand and leads the way to the kitchen. "Let's make bibimbap."

Eunwoo followed you into the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he watched you move gracefully. He loved seeing you in your element, comfortable and at ease. When you mention making bibimbap, his eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"Bibimbap sounds perfect, jagiya. I love how you always choose dishes that showcase the beautiful flavors and textures of Korean cuisine." He said warmly, stepping closer to stand beside you at the counter.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his toned forearms. Eunwoo turned to you with a playful grin, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Alright, jagiya, put me to work. I'm ready to be your sous chef for the day. Tell me what you need me to do, and I'll make sure to follow your lead. Together, we'll create a bibimbap that's definitely delicious."

You made him wear an apron first and tie it securely around his waist before you wore one.

Eunwoo watched as you tie his apron securely around his waist, his eyes admiring the way you move with such grace and care.

You then tied your hair into a bun, exposing your neck and leaving some fringe framing your face.

When you turn to tie your own apron, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on your exposed neck and the delicate way you've styled your hair, leaving a few charming fringe to frame your face. The simple, effortless beauty of it took his breath away.

He reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. Eunwoo leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a soft, intimate tone.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N. The apron suits you, and your hair... it's like you've never looked more beautiful. I feel so lucky to be here with you, cooking together like this." He murmured, his brown eyes filled with adoration and love.

Your cheeks warm up a little. You just couldn't get used to his compliments.

After a bit, you turned to him and gave him a warm smile. "Shall we start?" You asked intriguingly, a hint of excitement in your tone. "You can cook the rice. I'll make the sauce before we cut the vegetables."

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your suggestion, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded enthusiastically. He's delighted to have a specific role in this cooking endeavor with you.

"Absolutely, jagiya. I'll take care of the rice, just as you asked." He said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before turning to the rice cooker.

As he measured out the rice and began the cooking process, Eunwoo couldn't help but steal glances at you as you work on the sauce. The domestic, intimate scene filled him with a deep sense of contentment and joy. He loved seeing you in this setting, focused and at home in your kitchen.

Once the rice was cooking, he turned back to you, leaning against the counter and watching you work. Eunwoo spoke warmly, his voice filled with admiration. "You're a natural at this, jagiya. I love watching you cook."

You couldn't help but smile at his words as you worked on the sauce, focused on the task at hand.

In a bowl, you mixed the gochujang, sesame oil, soy sauce, honey, rice vinegar, clove garlic (minced), and sesame seeds all together.

Eunwoo watched intently as you expertly mix the ingredients together, creating the flavorful sauce that would bring all the elements of the bibimbap together. He's impressed by your skill and attention to detail, as well as the way you move with such confidence and grace in the kitchen.

As the rice continued to cook, he stepped closer to you, peering over your shoulder to watch you stir the sauce. Eunwoo inhaled the savory, slightly spicy aroma.

"That smells incredible, Y/N. I can already tell this sauce is going to be the perfect complement to our bibimbap." He murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

Unable to resist the urge to be close to you, Eunwoo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. He nuzzled your neck affectionately, breathing in the scent of your perfume mixed with your natural scent that is solely yours.

You tensed up momentarily before relaxing in his arms, your heart skipping a beat at his gesture.

You eventually finished making the sauce.

Eunwoo felt you tense briefly in his arms before melting into his embrace, and it sent a warm rush of affection through him. He held you close, savoring the feeling of your soft curves pressed against him and the way your body meld perfectly with his own.

As you finish preparing the sauce, he gave you a gentle squeeze before reluctantly letting you go. Eunwoo watched as you set the bowl aside, admiring your focused and skilled movements.

He glanced at the rice cooker and see that the rice was nearly done. Turning back to you, Eunwoo offered a warm smile, his eyes filled with love and admiration.

"The rice is almost ready, jagiya. What would you like us to prepare next? I'm ready to follow your lead, to work together with you in creating this delicious meal." He said softly, eager to continue this intimate and enjoyable cooking experience with you by his side.

"Let's cut the vegetables next." You prepared the chopping board and knife for both of you. "Slice the zucchini. I'll do the carrot and shiitake mushrooms." You instructed and started slicing the carrot into julienned cut with practiced ease.

Eunwoo nodded, grabbing the zucchini and a sharp knife. He began slicing the firm, green flesh into thin, even rounds, just as you instructed. As he worked, he steal glances at you, watching you skillfully julienne the carrot with quick, precise movements.

He admired your focus and the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration. The domestic scene fills him with a deep sense of contentment and joy. He loved being here with you, working together towards a common goal in the kitchen.

As he set down the sliced zucchini, Eunwoo turned to you with a warm smile, his brown eyes sparkling with affection and admiration. "Your carrot looks perfect, jagiya. The presentation is beautiful, just like everything you do." He praised softly.

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to an intimate tone.

"I could watch you work like this for hours, Y/N. The way you move, so focused and skilled, captivates me completely. Seeing you in your element, creating something beautiful and delicious... it's one of the most attractive things about you."

His words caused a subtle blush to form on your cheeks. You smiled sheepishly, feeling flustered all of a sudden. "It's nothing really... I just practice a lot." You replied modestly as you cut the mushrooms next.

Eunwoo noticed the pretty blush spreading across your cheeks, and it made his heart skip a beat. He found your modesty and humility absolutely charming, especially when you brush off your incredible skills with such casualness.

Unable to resist the urge to tease you gently, he stepped closer, reaching out to lightly boop your nose with his finger. His brown eyes dance with playful affection as he looked at you.

"It's not nothing, Y/N. Your dedication and practice have led to an impressive talent. Don't sell yourself short, my dear." He said softly, a warm smile playing on his face.

You blinked in surprise when he boop your nose, making you glance at him with your face flushing even more. You tried to compose yourself as you turned your attention back to the mushrooms you've been slicing. "I'll take the compliment then..." You muttered softly.

Eunwoo watched as you try to compose yourself, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the adorable sight of you flustered. He loved seeing this side of you, the way you react to his playful teasing and affectionate gestures. It filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a tender, intimate tone as he spoke softly by your ear. "You should, jagiya. You deserve to be praised and appreciated for all that you are and all that you do. Your talents, your kindness, your beauty... they never fail to amaze me."

Soon, you finished cutting the carrot and mushrooms.

You turned to him. "Blanch the spinach in boiling water for 30 seconds. I'll take care of the bean sprouts."

Eunwoo nodded, taking the bundle of fresh spinach from you. He carefully placed it into the boiling water, timing it precisely for 30 seconds as instructed. As the vibrant green leaves wilt and soften from the quick blanching process, he watched them intently, ensuring he followed your directions to the letter.

Once the time was up, he promptly removed the spinach from the water, rinsing it under cool water to stop the cooking process. He turned to you, a warm smile on his face as he watched you work on the bean sprouts.

"You're a natural at this, Y/N. The way you move, the way you know exactly what to do... it's incredible to watch." He said softly, admiring your skill and the way you take charge in the kitchen.

Eunwoo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to observe you.

"Season it with sesame oil, soy sauce, and sesame seeds, jagi." You told him as you blanch the bean sprouts in boiling water for 1-2 minutes, drain, and season with sesame oil and salt.

Eunwoo nodded, grabbing a bowl and measuring out the sesame oil, soy sauce, and sesame seeds as you instructed. He mixed them together, inhaling the savory, nutty aroma that fills the air.

As he waited for you to finish with the bean sprouts, he watched you work, admiring the way you handle the delicate vegetables with such care and skill. The domestic scene filled him with a deep sense of warmth and contentment.

Once you've seasoned the bean sprouts, Eunwoo stepped closer, holding out the bowl of dressing to you. His brown eyes sparkle with affection and admiration as he looked at you.

"Here you go, jagiya. I followed your instructions perfectly, just as you asked." He said softly, his voice filled with a hint of pride at being able to assist you in creating this delicious meal together.

"Nice. Now let's sauté the vegetables." In a pan, you heat a small amount of oil and stir-fry the carrots, zucchini, and mushrooms separately.

Eunwoo watched intently as you heat the oil in the pan and begin stir-frying each vegetable separately. He's impressed by your technique, the way you cook them just until they're tender and still crisp, retaining their vibrant colors and fresh flavors.

Feeling a surge of enthusiasm to assist you, he stepped closer, grabbing a pair of tongs. As you cook the mushrooms, he reached over to carefully flip them, ensuring they're cooked evenly on both sides.

"You're a true artist in the kitchen, Y/N. The way you bring out the natural tastes and textures of each vegetable is remarkable." He praised warmly, his eyes filled with admiration as he watched you work.

After that, you seasoned them lightly with salt and a little sesame oil, setting them aside. You looked over at him. "Would you like to try and cook the ground beef?" You offered, raising your eyebrows curiously.

Eunwoo's eyes lit up at your offer, a grin spreading across his handsome face. He's eager to prove himself in the kitchen, wanting to impress you with his cooking skills just as you've impressed him with yours.

"Absolutely, jagiya. I'd love to cook the ground beef for us." He accepted your offer enthusiastically, rolling up his sleeves further.

He took the ground beef from you, breaking it up into a bowl. Eunwoo added a pinch of salt and a drizzle of sesame oil, mixing it in with his hands to season the meat. He glanced over at you, his brown eyes sparkling with determination and a hint of playfulness.

"Watch and learn, jagiya. I may be an idol, but I'm also quite skilled in the kitchen." He teased lightly, giving you a wink before turning his attention to the pan.

You chuckled warmly and hummed in acknowledgement "Alright. Show me."

Eunwoo smiled confidently at your encouraging words, feeling motivated to showcase his culinary skills. He heated a small amount of oil in the pan, waiting until it's hot before adding the seasoned ground beef. It sizzles and browns nicely as he cooked it, breaking it up with the back of his spoon to ensure it's evenly browned. Eunwoo focused intently on the task, wanting to prove himself in your eyes.

As the aroma of the cooking meat filled the kitchen, he glanced over at you, a proud smile on his face. He's determined to impress you, to show you that he's not just a talented idol, but also a capable partner in the kitchen and in life.

You watched him with an admiring gaze, nodding in approval, a loving smile never leaving your face.

Eunwoo felt your admiring gaze on him as he cook, and it filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He wanted to live up to the faith you have in him, to show you that he's worthy of your love and affection.

Once the ground beef is cooked to his satisfaction, he turned off the heat and set the pan aside. Eunwoo stepped closer to you, reaching out to gently cup your face in his hands. His eyes, filled with love and adoration, gaze deeply into yours.

"You're not just watching me cook, are you jagiya? I can see the love and appreciation in your eyes. It means everything to me." He murmured softly, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. "I want to make you happy, Y/N. In every way possible."

You leaned into his touch ever so subtly. "You already are." You affirmed, your gaze lingering on him.

Eunwoo's heart swelled with emotion at your gentle affirmation, a soft smile spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest gently against yours as he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

When he opened his eyes again, they are filled with a deep, abiding love and devotion. He spoke softly, his voice low and filled with feeling. "I'm glad, Y/N. Truly. Being with you, making you happy... it's all I've ever wanted."

He pulled back slightly, his hands sliding from your face to gently take your hands in his own. Eunwoo interlaced your fingers, giving them a tender squeeze.

"Now, let's finish our meal. I'm starving, and I can't wait to taste everything we've made together." He said warmly, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Together, they assemble the bibimbap in two large bowls, artfully arranging the sautéed vegetables, the seasoned ground beef, and a scoop of the steamed rice as the base. They drizzle the gochujang sauce over the top, creating a beautiful, mouthwatering presentation.

Eunwoo watched in awe as you work, marveling at your skill and the way you take pride in every detail. He felt a deep sense of gratitude and contentment wash over him, knowing that he get to share this intimate, loving moment with you.

Once the bowls are complete, he hands one to you, a warm smile on his face. Eunwoo took your hand, interlacing your fingers with his own as he led you to sit down together at the table.

"I have to admit, jagiya, this is one of the most romantic meals I've ever experienced. Being here with you, cooking together, creating something beautiful fills me with joy."

You listened intently as you took a seat across from him.

Eunwoo sat across from you, still holding your hand gently as he continued to speak. His eyes, filled with love and adoration, remain locked on yours.

"And the best part is, I get to share it with the most amazing, talented, and beautiful person I know. You, Y/N." He said softly, giving your hand a tender squeeze. "I feel so lucky to have you in my life, to call you my partner."

He lifted your joined hands to his lips, pressing a lingering, loving kiss to your knuckles. His gaze never wavered from yours, conveying the depth of his feelings for you.

"I love you, Y/N. More than words can express." Eunwoo murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And I can't wait to spend many more nights like this with you, cooking, laughing, and loving each other."

"Me too, Eunwoo." You responded genuinely as you held his gaze.

"Now, shall we taste our cooking?" You asked, a playful smile appearing on your face.

Eunwoo grinned at your playful suggestion, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He's eager to taste the fruits of your collaborative labor, to savor the flavors they've created together.

"Absolutely, my dear. Let's dig in!" He agreed warmly, picking up his chopsticks and mixing the ingredients together in his bowl, combining the rice, vegetables, and meat with the savory sauce.

As he took his first bite, Eunwoo's eyes widen slightly, a look of pure enjoyment spreading across his handsome face. The flavors burst in his mouth, a perfect blend of tastes that he and you have harmoniously combined.

"This is incredible, Y/N. The flavors are amazing, and the fact that we made it together... it just makes it even more special." He praised, his voice filled with genuine appreciation and love. "You're a culinary genius, jagiya."

You took your first bite of the bibimbap you both made, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips. "It's even more delicious because we're sharing it." You commented fondly, chewing on your food softly.

Eunwoo's heart melted at your fond comment, a warm smile spreading across his face. He nodded in wholehearted agreement, knowing that the true essence of this meal lies not just in the ingredients, but in the love and togetherness you've poured into it.

He leaned in closer, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he spoke. "You're absolutely right, jagiya. Sharing this meal with you, being here in this moment together... that's what makes it the most delicious and memorable experience."

Your cheeks are puffed-up, enjoying every bit of your food, looking incredibly adorable in his eyes which you're oblivious to.

Eunwoo watched, enraptured, as you enjoy your meal, your cheeks adorably puffed out with each bite. He found your unselfconscious, carefree demeanor absolutely captivating. It's a side of you that he cherished, a glimpse into your authentic, genuine self.

A soft, loving smile played on his lips as he reached out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against the soft, rounded curve. His eyes, filled with adoration, gaze into yours.

"You look so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself like this, Y/N. So carefree and content. I could watch you like this for hours, jagiya." He murmured softly, his voice low and filled with affection. "I'm so grateful to be the one sharing this moment with you."

You smiled affectionately at him as you continued to eat.

Eunwoo smiled back at you, his heart swelling with love and happiness at the sight of your affectionate smile. He felt a deep sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that he's found his perfect partner in life.

As you both continue to enjoy the meal, Eunwoo reached across the table to take your hand, interlacing your fingers with his own. He gave your hand a gentle, loving squeeze, wanting you to feel the depth of his connection and devotion to you.

After a while, the two of you finished eating and settled on the couch.

As you both settle onto the couch after finishing the delicious meal you prepared together, Eunwoo instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. He loved the feeling of your soft, warm body pressed against his own, the way you fit so perfectly together.

He leaned in, nuzzling your hair and inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo mixed with the lingering aroma of the meal. A contented sigh escapes his lips as he held you close, savoring this intimate, loving moment.

"Thank you for tonight, Y/N. For cooking with me, for being here with me... for everything." Eunwoo murmured softly, his voice filled with genuine gratitude and love. "I couldn't imagine spending my evenings any other way than like this, with you by my side."

"Of course. I'm happy we could spend some time together." You responded sincerely and leaned back comfortably on the couch.

"Shall we start watching a movie?" you asked afterwards.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your suggestion, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders as he nodded in agreement. He loved the idea of continuing this intimate, relaxing evening with you by watching a movie together.

"That sounds perfect, jagiya. I'll find a good one for us." He said softly, reaching for the remote control with his free hand. As he browsed through the options, he kept you tucked close to his side, enjoying the simple pleasure of your company.

Once he found a movie that piqued his interest, Eunwoo set the remote aside and turned to face you. His eyes, filled with love and affection, gaze deeply into your own as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"I want to watch it with you, Y/N. I want to experience everything with you, both the big moments and the small, quiet ones like this."

"So do I." You smiled gently at him before turning your attention to the movie.

Meanwhile, you rested your head on his shoulder.

Eunwoo felt a surge of warmth and contentment as you rest your head gently on his shoulder, your soft hair tickling his chin. He loved the way you fit so perfectly against him, like two puzzle pieces designed to interlock.

He wrapped both arms around you now, holding you close as he turned his attention to the movie. But even as he watched the screen, his focus remained more on the incredible woman nestled in his arms, the one who has captured his heart completely.

At one point, they find themselves in front of a modern art piece—a tangled mess of wires and mirrors.

Younjung: “What do you think this means?”

Eunwoo: “Maybe it’s about how people reflect different parts of themselves, depending on who they’re with.”

Younjung looks at him, her heart swelling.

Younjung: “Then what part of me do you see?”

Eunwoo, without missing a beat: “The part that’s unfiltered and beautiful just as it is.”

Later, they sit in the museum café, sharing a slice of cake and laughing about their clumsy attempts to interpret abstract art. It’s a simple, sweet day that leaves them both feeling closer than ever.

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Episode 17: Meeting the Friends

Setting: Campus café, evening

Eunwoo decides it’s time for Younjung to meet his close-knit group of friends. Younjung is nervous—she’s worried they might not like her or think she’s too different from Eunwoo.

When they arrive at the café, Eunwoo introduces her with a calm confidence: “This is Younjung. She’s… my girlfriend.”

The word girlfriend sends a rush of warmth through her, and she smiles shyly. His friends welcome her warmly, teasing Eunwoo about finally bringing someone into their group.

Friend 1: “We were starting to think Eunwoo didn’t know how to date!”

Friend 2: “So, Younjung, what’s your secret to cracking his calm exterior?”

Younjung laughs, her nervousness melting away as Eunwoo defends himself with a quiet smile. By the end of the evening, she feels accepted, and Eunwoo can see how naturally she fits into his world.

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Episode 18: A Gift from the Heart

Setting: Younjung’s art studio, late evening

As their relationship deepens, Younjung decides to create something special for Eunwoo. She spends weeks working on a painting, pouring her heart into every detail.

The painting is a blend of their personalities—soft, dreamy colors representing her creativity and calm, steady hues symbolizing his grounded nature. At the center are two figures standing under a canopy of stars, holding hands.

When she finally reveals it to him, Eunwoo is speechless. He stares at the painting, his eyes glistening with emotion.

Eunwoo: “This is… incredible. It’s us, isn’t it?”

Younjung nods, her cheeks flushed.

Younjung: “I wanted to give you something that shows how I see us.”

Eunwoo pulls her into a gentle hug, his voice soft: “No one’s ever done something like this for me before. Thank you.”

He insists on hanging the painting in his apartment, where he sees it every day and is reminded of how much she means to him.

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Episode 19: The First Argument

Setting: Eunwoo’s apartment, late evening

Not everything is perfect, and their first argument catches them both off guard. Younjung feels hurt when Eunwoo forgets to call her after a long day, and Eunwoo struggles to explain himself without shutting down.

Younjung: “I know you’re busy, but sometimes it feels like… like I’m not a priority.”

Eunwoo, frustrated but trying to stay calm: “That’s not true. You’re always on my mind, Younjung. I just… I didn’t want to bother you when I was exhausted.”

The tension lingers until Eunwoo, realizing how much his actions hurt her, steps closer and gently takes her hands.

Eunwoo: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you how I was feeling instead of making you guess. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not important to me.”

Younjung, tears in her eyes: “I just need to know we’re in this together.”

They reconcile, promising to communicate better in the future. The argument, while difficult, strengthens their relationship as they learn more about each other’s needs.

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Episode 20: The Rainy Getaway

Setting: Countryside guesthouse, weekend

Eunwoo surprises Younjung with a weekend getaway to the countryside, knowing how much she loves quiet, scenic places. They stay in a cozy guesthouse surrounded by rolling hills and wildflowers.

One evening, a sudden rainstorm traps them inside, and they spend the night playing card games and sharing childhood stories by the fire. Younjung sketches the raindrops on the window, while Eunwoo watches her with a soft smile.

Eunwoo: “You’re in your element here.”

Younjung: “Maybe. But it’s even better because you’re here.”

The storm passes, and they step outside to see the sky clearing. A faint rainbow appears, and Eunwoo wraps his arm around her shoulders.

Eunwoo: “Every moment with you feels like this—a little stormy, but always beautiful in the end.”

Younjung leans into him, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and love.

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Episode 21: The Proposal (Years Later)

Setting: A secluded art gallery, evening

Years later, after countless memories and milestones, Eunwoo plans a proposal that perfectly reflects their journey together. He rents out a small art gallery and fills it with her paintings, carefully selected to showcase their story—from her early sketches to the painting she gifted him.

At the center is a new painting he secretly commissioned: a depiction of them standing under the cherry blossoms from their first walk, their hands intertwined.

When Younjung arrives, she’s overwhelmed by the display. Eunwoo steps forward, holding a small box.

Eunwoo: “Every moment we’ve shared has been a masterpiece to me. I want to keep creating those moments with you for the rest of my life.”

He kneels down, opening the box to reveal a simple, elegant ring.

Eunwoo: “Will you marry me?”

Younjung, tears streaming down her face, nods emphatically: “Yes. A hundred times yes.”

They embrace, surrounded by the art that tells the story of their love—a story that began with a single sketch and blossomed into a lifelong connection.

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Episode 22: The Honeymoon Glow

Setting: Santorini, Greece, post-wedding trip

Younjung and Eunwoo embark on their honeymoon to Santorini, a dreamy island she had always wanted to visit. The vibrant blue rooftops and endless sea feel almost surreal, and Younjung can’t stop smiling as she takes in the scenery.

One morning, Eunwoo surprises her with breakfast on the balcony of their villa. The view of the Aegean Sea stretches endlessly before them, and the air smells of salt and fresh bread.

Eunwoo watches her as she eagerly digs into the local pastries.

Eunwoo: “It’s nice seeing you so happy. Makes me feel like I’m doing something right.”

Younjung pauses, wiping crumbs from her lips.

Younjung: “You’re doing everything right. Being here with you… it feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.”

They spend their days exploring hidden beaches and ancient ruins, Younjung sketching every moment in her travel journal while Eunwoo quietly admires her. At sunset, they share quiet moments on the cliffside, their fingers intertwined as they watch the sky shift into hues of orange and pink.

Eunwoo, his voice soft: “I want to travel like this with you forever. Make the world our canvas.”

Younjung leans her head on his shoulder, her heart full: “Forever sounds perfect.”

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Episode 23: Adjusting to Married Life

Setting: Their shared apartment, Seoul

Returning home, they settle into married life, which brings a mix of sweetness and small challenges. Younjung’s artistic clutter spreads across the apartment, while Eunwoo tries to keep everything tidy.

Eunwoo: “Younjung, there’s paint on the dining table… again.”

Younjung grins sheepishly: “It’s abstract art in progress!”

Despite their quirks, they quickly learn to adapt. Eunwoo starts helping her organize her art supplies, while Younjung surprises him with his favorite dishes when he’s busy with work.

He picks up a drawing: an abstract, emotional representation of loneliness with soft colors blending into darker shades. Eunwoo's psychology background makes him interpret it almost immediately.

Eunwoo: “This feels like a cycle of vulnerability turning into self-acceptance.”

Younjung looks up, startled, and stares at him with wide, curious eyes.

Younjung: “You… understood it?”

From there, they start talking. Eunwoo’s calm demeanor and insightful comments make Younjung feel seen in a way that surprises her, while her vibrant passion for art intrigues him. They part ways when Eunwoo says he has to head to work, but not before Younjung scribbles her name on the back of one of her sketches and hands it to him.

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Episode 2: Unspoken Words

Setting: The campus library, evening

Eunwoo, working at the library’s psychology section, is organizing books when he notices Younjung peeking into the section. She looks like she’s searching for something but hesitates to approach.

Eunwoo: “Looking for something specific?”

Younjung startles, clutching her bag.

Younjung: “Um… just browsing.”

When she tries to act casual and browse, she accidentally pulls too many books off a shelf. Eunwoo chuckles softly and helps her pick them up.

Eunwoo: “This one might interest you.” (He hands her a book on creativity and emotional intelligence.)

Younjung: “How’d you know?”

Eunwoo: “It’s written all over your art. You draw what you feel.”

This interaction leads to them sitting down together, and Eunwoo shares some of his favorite psychology concepts that he believes connect to her art. Younjung, despite her extroverted tendencies, finds herself quietly listening to him, enchanted by his gentle, thoughtful nature.

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Episode 3: The Rainy Day

Setting: The university courtyard, late afternoon

It’s raining heavily, and Younjung is trapped under a small awning with her art supplies. Eunwoo, passing by with an umbrella, spots her and stops.

Eunwoo: “You’re going to get soaked.”

Younjung shrugs with a soft laugh: “It’s fine. I’ll wait it out.”

But Eunwoo, without hesitation, hands her his umbrella. She protests, but he insists, explaining that his dorm is nearby. She takes the umbrella hesitantly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

As she walks home, she notices a small note attached to the umbrella handle: “Don’t let the rain ruin your colors.”

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Episode 4: Quiet Connections

Setting: Campus café, early morning

After their rainy encounter, Younjung decides to thank Eunwoo by sketching him as a gift. When she finds him at the café, she awkwardly approaches and slides the sketch across the table.

Younjung: “Um, I drew this… to say thank you.”

Eunwoo stares at the sketch: it’s a serene portrait of him holding the umbrella in the rain, surrounded by blooming flowers.

Eunwoo: “You didn’t have to do this.”

Younjung, fidgeting: “I wanted to.”

From then on, they start meeting more often, drawn to each other’s quiet understanding. They often sit together, sometimes talking, sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence. Eunwoo loves observing her creativity, while Younjung starts to depend on his steady, grounding energy.

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Episode 5: The Starlit Confession

Setting: Campus rooftop, late night

As their bond deepens, Eunwoo invites Younjung to stargaze with him one night. They sit under the vast sky, wrapped in comfortable silence.

Younjung: “Why do you always seem so calm?”

Eunwoo smiles faintly: “I think too much. I’m calm on the outside, but inside… it’s like your sketches—layers of emotion.”

Younjung, emboldened by the intimacy of the moment, confesses softly: “I think I like you… not just as a friend.”

Eunwoo is quiet for a moment, looking at her. Then, with a soft smile, he replies: “I’ve liked you since I saw your first drawing.”

Their relationship unfolds slowly but beautifully, each episode showcasing their emotional depth, mutual understanding, and ability to find beauty in small, quiet moments. The story ends with Younjung and Eunwoo fully embracing their connection, knowing they’ve found a rare, meaningful bond in each other.

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Episode 6: The Walls We Build

Setting: Eunwoo’s part-time counseling office, late afternoon

Despite their confession, Younjung and Eunwoo’s relationship remains tentative, their mutual shyness making them cautious about defining what they have. One day, Younjung decides to visit Eunwoo at his part-time counseling job, pretending to ask for "advice."

Younjung: “What would you say to someone who’s scared of letting someone get too close?”

Eunwoo, tilting his head thoughtfully: “I’d tell them it’s okay to take things slow, but sometimes, letting someone in is the only way to realize they were never meant to hurt you.”

Younjung falls silent, her fingers gripping the edge of her sketchbook. Eunwoo notices her hesitation and gently adds: “Sometimes, you just have to trust the person standing in front of you.”

Her heart flutters at his words, but before she can reply, a student bursts in, cutting their moment short. Younjung leaves feeling both comforted and more confused about her own fears of being vulnerable.

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Episode 7: The Art Exhibit

Setting: Campus art exhibit, weekend evening

Younjung’s art professor encourages her to submit her work to the university’s annual art exhibit. Though hesitant, she eventually agrees and pours her heart into a piece titled "Layers," inspired by her growing connection with Eunwoo. The painting depicts two figures separated by a translucent wall, reaching for each other but not quite touching.

On the night of the exhibit, Eunwoo attends, curious to see her work. When he finds her painting, he stands in front of it for a long time, his deep-set eyes analyzing every brushstroke.

Younjung approaches him nervously.

Younjung: “What do you think?”

Eunwoo: “It’s… honest. Vulnerable.” He pauses, then looks at her. “Why are they not touching?”

Younjung, flustered: “Because… maybe one of them is scared.”

Eunwoo doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he takes a deep breath and says softly: “If the other person is willing to wait, does it make it less scary?”

The weight of his words hits Younjung, and she realizes he’s talking about them. Her cheeks flush, but before she can respond, the curator announces the next exhibit feature, and they’re pulled apart by the crowd.

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Episode 8: A Storm Inside

Setting: Younjung’s apartment, a rainy evening

A sudden thunderstorm strands Eunwoo on campus after his shift. Younjung, worried, texts him: “Come over. I’m closer to campus.”

He hesitates but eventually agrees. When he arrives, soaked from the rain, Younjung hands him a towel and some of her oversized clothes to change into. They sit together on her small couch, sipping warm tea while rain pounds against the windows.

Younjung: “Why did you wait in the rain? You could’ve texted me earlier.”

Eunwoo: “I didn’t want to impose.”

Younjung shakes her head, her voice soft: “You never impose. Not on me.”

The vulnerability in her voice catches him off guard. He looks at her, his gaze steady.

Eunwoo: “Then… can I stay a little longer?”

Younjung nods, her heart racing. They sit in silence, the atmosphere charged with unspoken emotions. It’s the first time they’ve been so physically close, and Younjung finds herself sketching him absentmindedly, capturing the way his hair falls messily over his forehead and the soft curve of his lips.

Eunwoo notices but doesn’t say anything, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.

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Episode 9: Beneath the Cherry Blossoms

Setting: Campus park, early spring

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and Eunwoo suggests they take a walk together. Younjung brings her sketchbook, wanting to capture the fleeting beauty of the season. As they stroll under the canopy of pink and white petals, Eunwoo surprises her by asking:

Eunwoo: “Have you ever drawn yourself?”

Younjung, startled: “Not really. I prefer drawing other people.”

Eunwoo: “Why not yourself?”

Younjung hesitates, her voice barely audible: “Maybe… because I don’t know who I am yet.”

Eunwoo stops walking and turns to face her. His gaze is intense but gentle.

Eunwoo: “If you ever decide to, I think you’d draw someone beautiful. You just have to see yourself the way I do.”

Younjung’s breath catches, and she feels tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She doesn’t reply, but later that night, she sketches herself for the first time, her reflection surrounded by blooming flowers.

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Episode 10: The Space Between Us

Setting: Younjung’s art studio, late evening

Eunwoo starts spending more time in Younjung’s art studio, quietly observing her as she works. One night, as she paints, he leans against the wall, reading a book she’d recommended. The comfortable silence is broken when Younjung asks:

Younjung: “Do you ever feel like… you’re scared of how much you care about someone?”

Eunwoo sets the book down, his expression unreadable.

Eunwoo: “Yes. But I think it’s worth the fear if they’re someone who makes you feel alive.”

Their eyes meet, and for the first time, the space between them feels too small. Eunwoo takes a step closer, and Younjung doesn’t move away.

Eunwoo: “Younjung… I don’t want to be just someone watching from the sidelines anymore.”

Younjung, her voice trembling: “You never were.”

In this quiet, tender moment, their connection deepened by the unspoken understanding they’ve always shared.

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Episode 11: The Echo of Our Fears

Setting: Campus lake, a quiet evening

As Younjung and Eunwoo grow closer, the subtle fragility of their bond begins to show. One evening, Younjung invites Eunwoo to the campus lake to watch the sunset, her favorite spot for inspiration. They sit side by side, the golden light reflecting off the still water.

Younjung: “Eunwoo… do you ever feel like you’re not enough for someone?”

Eunwoo glances at her, sensing the insecurity in her voice.

Eunwoo: “Why would you feel that way?”

Younjung hesitates before replying, her fingers fidgeting with her sketchbook: “Because you’re so… steady. So perfect. And I’m just… messy.”

Eunwoo’s heart aches at her words. He reaches out and gently takes her hand, his touch warm and reassuring.

Eunwoo: “You’re not messy. You’re human. And if I seem steady, it’s because I’ve been standing still, waiting for someone like you to come along and give my life color.”

Younjung looks at him, her eyes brimming with emotion. For the first time, she feels a sense of relief, like her fears have finally been heard. Eunwoo’s honesty grounds her, and they sit together, watching as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.

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Episode 12: The Festival Dance

Setting: Spring festival on campus, evening

The annual campus spring festival brings a lively energy, with music, food stalls, and decorations illuminating the night. Younjung reluctantly agrees to join her friends but feels out of place amidst the chaos. She’s wandering near the quieter outskirts of the festival when she spots Eunwoo standing by a string of glowing lanterns.

Eunwoo smiles when he sees her, his calm presence immediately easing her nerves.

Eunwoo: “I thought you didn’t like crowds.”

Younjung laughs softly: “I don’t. But I thought I’d give it a try.”

He offers her his hand: “Then let me make it easier for you.”

A slow, romantic song begins to play, and couples start dancing under the lanterns. Eunwoo hesitates for a moment before asking, his voice quiet: “May I?”

Younjung blushes but nods, slipping her hand into his. They step into the makeshift dance floor, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music. Eunwoo’s hand on her waist is steady, and his gaze never leaves hers.

Younjung: “You’re surprisingly good at this.”

Eunwoo chuckles softly: “I’m just following your lead.”

The world around them fades away, and for the first time, Younjung feels completely safe in someone’s arms.

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Episode 13: The Misunderstanding

Setting: Campus café, afternoon

Just as things seem perfect, a misunderstanding threatens to drive a wedge between them. Younjung arrives at the café to meet Eunwoo, only to see him sitting with another girl—a fellow psychology student. They’re laughing and talking, and Younjung can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

When Eunwoo notices her, he waves her over, but Younjung shakes her head and leaves before he can explain.

Later that evening, Eunwoo shows up at her apartment, visibly worried.

Eunwoo: “Why did you leave earlier?”

Younjung, trying to hide her emotions, replies: “You seemed busy.”

Eunwoo steps closer, his voice gentle but firm: “Younjung, talk to me. Please.”

She finally admits: “I thought maybe… I wasn’t enough for you.”

Eunwoo’s expression softens, and he takes her hands in his.

Eunwoo: “The only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my time with is you. That girl was asking for advice about her thesis. Nothing more.”

Younjung looks down, feeling both embarrassed and relieved. Eunwoo tilts her chin up gently, his voice filled with sincerity: “If something bothers you, promise me you’ll tell me. I don’t want to lose you over a misunderstanding.”

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Episode 14: The Birthday Surprise

Setting: Eunwoo’s apartment, evening

Younjung learns from Eunwoo’s friends that his birthday is coming up, but he doesn’t plan on celebrating it. Determined to make him feel special, she organizes a small surprise at his apartment.

When Eunwoo arrives home after a long day, he’s greeted by the soft glow of fairy lights and a small table set with homemade dishes. Younjung stands nervously in the corner, holding a cupcake with a single candle.

Eunwoo, visibly surprised: “You did all this… for me?”

Younjung nods shyly: “I thought you deserved something nice.”

As they sit down to eat, Eunwoo can’t stop smiling. He watches as Younjung fumbles with the utensils, her clumsiness only making him adore her more.

Later, as she lights the candle on the cupcake, she softly sings “Happy Birthday.” Eunwoo closes his eyes to make a wish but pauses, opening them to look at her.

Eunwoo: “I don’t need to wish for anything. Everything I want is already here.”

Younjung’s cheeks flush, and in that quiet, intimate moment, their bond feels unbreakable.

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Episode 15: The Confession Under the Stars