"Hana, will you marry me?" The words hung in the air, suspended in time, as Seokmin's eyes bored into hers, searching for a glimmer of hope, a spark of acceptance.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of uncertainty, waiting for Hana's response.

As Seokmin's words hung in the air, Hwayoung's eyes sparkled with delight. She unconsciously nodded slowly, a warm smile spreading across her face. She felt as if she was his wife, that he was asking her.

Seokmin's eyes shone with excitement, his voice rising in enthusiasm. "You, me, and Pluto - that's it!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a joyful rush.

The air around them seemed to vibrate with his energy, as if the very thought of building a life with Hana was enough to set his soul on fire.

Heejin's face, on the other hand, was a picture of incredulity, her eyes wide with disdain as she watched the exchange between Seokmin and Hana.

Her expression seemed to say, "Is this man serious?" - a sentiment that only added to the tension already simmering in the air.

Hwayoung's eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, a soft smile playing on her lips. She nodded yet again, the motion almost imperceptible, as if she was reliving a cherished memory.

With a heart full of joy, Hana accepted Seokmin's heartfelt proposal, sending him soaring on cloud nine.

Hana graduated from university as they embarked on a new chapter in Seoul, their love nest a cozy, unassuming penthouse owned by a warm, elderly couple.

Though modest in size, the penthouse was a haven for the young couple, its simplicity a charm they adored.

A snug bedroom, a compact kitchen, a cozy living room, and a tidy bathroom - every nook and cranny was a testament to their love for each other, and the life they were building together.

Their furnishings were sparse, yet thoughtful - a plush, king-sized bed where they could snuggle up together, a comfortable, cream-colored couch for lazy Sundays, and a small, rustic coffee table where they could share laughter and stories.

It was a space that whispered warmth, comfort, and contentment - a space that Seokmin and Hana called home, with hearts full of joy and love.

As Hana safely stowed her guitar bag, she and Seokmin collapsed onto the bed, their eyes locking in a tender gaze.

Seokmin's arms enveloped her waist, pulling her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Hana snuggled deeper, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, which calmed her racing heart and soothed her soul.

"Seokmin..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. He hummed a gentle response, his eyes remaining closed as he savored the warmth of their embrace.

Hana's lips brushed against his ear, her words a soft, sweet confession. "I love you..." Seokmin's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

His eyes burned with adoration as he whispered, "I love you too..." His lips grazed her forehead, leaving a trail of tender kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside melted away, leaving only the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats, beating as one.

In perfect harmony, their lives unfolded like a serene melody. They found their rhythm in Seoul, their passions blossoming into fulfilling careers.

Seokmin's creative eye landed him a role as an assistant photographer, capturing life's beauty through his lens.

Meanwhile, Hana's soulful voice and skillful guitar playing earned her a spot as a vocalist and guitarist at a quaint cafe, where she wove sonic tapestries that enchanted audiences.

As they navigated their newfound careers, their love continued to flourish, a constant source of inspiration and strength.

Together, they found solace in the city's vibrant energy, their hearts beating as one amidst the hustle and bustle of Seoul.

As the alarm on his phone buzzed to life, Seokmin's face lit up with a warm smile. It was time for Hana's shift to end, and he couldn't wait to surprise her.

He quickly wrapped up his work and made his way to the Pinwheel Cafe, Pluto trotting faithfully by his side.

As they arrived, Seokmin's eyes roved over the cafe's charming facade, his gaze lingering on the wooden sign that creaked gently in the breeze.

He didn't have to wait long before Hana emerged, her guitar bag slung over her shoulder, a look of quiet concentration on her face. Her eyes scanned the sidewalk, and when they landed on Seokmin, her face erupted into a radiant smile.

With a joyful cry, Hana rushed towards him, her guitar bag bouncing behind her. Seokmin opened his arms, and she flung herself into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Their lips met in a tender, sweet kiss, the world around them melting away.

"I thought you'd be busy today," Hana said, her voice filled with delight, as she pulled back to gaze up at Seokmin.

Seokmin's eyes twinkled with amusement as he winked at her. "I'm never busy for you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

With a gentle smile, he relieved her of her guitar bag, while she took Pluto's leash, and they fell into step together, their fingers intertwining as they strolled through the quiet streets, sharing stories of their day, their love shining bright like a beacon in the fading light.

A month of tireless effort had whizzed by in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. Seokmin and Hana had poured their hearts and souls into their work, driven by the promise of their upcoming wedding.

Now, with just one day left before they would seal their love forever, the air was electric with nervous energy.

Seokmin's nerves were on edge. Hana, sensing his anxiety, tried calming his racing thoughts.

Her reassuring smile would slowly dispel Seokmin's doubts, replacing them with excitement and wonder.

The day of their wedding dawned, and Hana emerged, a vision in white, her wedding gown shimmering like silk.

Her makeup enhanced her natural beauty, but it was her radiant smile that truly illuminated the space.

Seokmin, dashing in his tailored suit, gazed at her with tears welling up in his eyes as she glided down the aisle towards him.

Mingyu and Byunghan beamed with genuine joy, their faces aglow with happiness. Byunghan's eyes brimmed with tears as he witnessed the union of the two people he cared about deeply.

As Seokmin and Hana stood side by side, exchanging vows and rings, their love seemed to swell, filling the air with promise and possibility.

The girl who once scorned love and marriage now stood, her heart overflowing with emotion, as she pledged her love to Seokmin.

He had breached her defenses, melting the frost that had encased her heart. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, it was clear that their love would forever be the guiding force in their lives.

The priest's words, "You may now kiss," hung in the air for a moment before Seokmin's lips claimed Hana's in a tender, passionate kiss.

The assembly erupted into cheers and applause as Mingyu, Byunghan, and the other well-wishers celebrated the union of the two beloved souls.

After the wedding and everything, Hana and Seokmin finally reached their home. As they stepped into the cozy sanctuary of their room, Seokmin swept Hana into his arms, his fingers wrapping tenderly around her waist.

"Hana, thank you for being my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "You light up my world in ways I never thought possible. I'm so grateful to have you by my side. I love you, forever and always."

His eyes, shining with love and adoration, locked onto hers, and his lips curved into a warm, tender smile.

Hana's eyes shone with tears as she gazed up at Seokmin, her voice trembling with emotion. "Seokmin, I never thought I'd fall in love, but you changed everything. And I wouldn't have it any other way. You're the reason I believe in love now. I love you, Seokmin. Forever."

Her smile wavered, and Seokmin's heart swelled with love and adoration. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, passionate kiss.

Hana's lips parted, and she kissed him back, their love and emotions pouring out in perfect harmony.

It was a slow, sultry kiss that simmered with passion, a tender promise that sealed their love forever. Time stood still as their lips danced together, weaving a spell of devotion that would bind them for eternity.

His hands cradled her cheeks, his fingers tracing the curves of her face as he deepened the kiss.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their lips moved in perfect sync. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sweetness of their love.

Their days unfolded like a dream, filled with whimsical dates, cozy cooking sessions, stolen kisses, and leisurely strolls with Pluto by their side.

Every moment felt infused with a deep sense of peace and contentment. Seokmin and Hana's daily routine was a harmonious dance, with them leaving for work together and returning home, hand in hand.

But amidst this bliss, one challenge remained: their humble abode, which, though filled with love, was fragile and worn.

Rainy days would bring leaks through the roof, and the old wooden beams would creak and groan. Yet, Hana never uttered a word of complaint, refusing to burden Seokmin with her concerns.

She knew that he already carried the weight of their future on his shoulders, and she was determined to be his rock, his safe haven.

Seokmin's heart ached as he looked at Hana's peaceful sleeping form. He wanted to provide Hana with every comfort, every luxury she deserved.

He knew she hid her concerns behind a brave smile, and it fueled his determination to give her the life she dreamed of.

That's when memories of his father's farm, nestled in their hometown, flooded his mind.

A plan began to unfold, and with a sense of purpose, Seokmin dialed Mingyu's number.

As Seokmin's fingers flew across the keypad, dialing Mingyu's number, a mix of emotions swirled within him.

Anticipation, determination, and a hint of nervousness all battled for dominance. The call connected, and Mingyu's cheerful voice filled the line.

"Hi, Min!! How're you doing?" Mingyu asked cheerfully once he andwered.

"Gyu, I need you to sell that farm and come to Seoul. We're starting a studio here," Seokmin said, taking a deep breath, his voice firm and resolute.

Mingyu's tone shifted from cheerful to concerned. "Wait, what? All of a sudden? Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Seokmin's face set in determination. "Just sell it and come here! I'll explain everything to you."

The silence that followed was brief before Mingyu agreed, and the call ended. Seokmin's eyes locked onto Hana's peaceful form, a soft smile spreading across his face.

He knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together.

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