“We’re getting married in five months, sweetheart.” Yikyung reminded him, fondly patting his cheek. Geonwu held Yikyung’s wrist in place, searching her face. He was so in love, it was ridiculous. How did he manage to find someone as amazing and as genuine as the woman sitting next to him? He knew they had less than half a year to wait, but he didn’t want to. For once, planning seemed stupid and pointless to him. He didn’t want to wait for his forever to start. 

“Wanna get married tonight?” He asked her in a quiet tone.  Yikyung chuckled, her eyes squinting with the curve of her lips. The smile died down when she realized Geonwu wasn’t joking.  “You’re serious?” Yikyung asked, eyes wide. Her chest bubbled with excitement. The thought of running off and getting married spontaneously sent instant waves of adrenaline through her veins.  “Dead serious.” Geonwu straightened himself up, holding Yikyung’s hands in his, searching his fiancee’s face.

“I- Yes.” Yikyung’s smile returned, a dazed sort of laugh on her lips. She looked down at her outfit, realizing that she was wearing grey sweatpants with a grey sweatshirt. She looked back up at her fiancee. “Should I go put on a dress or...?” 

“Are you going to wear a dress for the rest of your life?” Geonwu rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his face.  “No,”  “Then you don’t need one. I want to marry this Yikyung. This is the version of you that I want to grow old with. The one that wears groutfits and has,” His thumb brushed the edge of her lip. “Pizza sauce on her face.” Geonwu insisted with a laugh. Yikyung leaned forward and kissed him, pressing a smile against his lips.