With the farm sold, Seokmin's long-held dream of opening his own photography studio finally came to fruition. He sought guidance from his former boss, whose valuable insights and suggestions helped shape his vision.

As the studio's doors opened, Seokmin's talent and dedication yielded a bounty of clients, and his profits soared.

Hana beamed with pride, her heart swelling with joy at Seokmin's success. She knew that she was the catalyst behind his newfound motivation, and the knowledge filled her with gratitude.

More than anything, she was thankful for Seokmin's presence in her life, for the love and support he showered her with every day.

As their wealth grew, Hana remained committed to her passion for singing, continuing to work at the cozy cafe that had become her second home.

The spotlight's glow, the rush of adrenaline, and the joy of connecting with her audience through music were all essential to her being.

Seokmin, ever her rock, supported her every step of the way, cheering her on as she pursued her dreams.

As they stepped into their dream home, a sense of pride and accomplishment washed over them.

The movers had just departed, leaving behind a warm, inviting space that felt truly theirs.

Hana stood in the living room, her hands on her hips, surveying their new sanctuary with a critical eye.

Her gaze danced across the room, taking in the soft glow of the table lamps, the plush cushions, and the vibrant artwork adorning the walls. Lost in thought, she was oblivious to Seokmin's quiet entrance.

Seokmin's footsteps were silent as he approached her, his eyes drinking in the sight of his beloved wife, absorbed in her own little world.

A gentle smile spread across his face as he slipped behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist in a tender, familiar gesture.

Her body flinched slightly at the sudden contact, but she relaxed instantly, melting into his embrace as his warmth seeped into her skin.

Seokmin rested his chin on Hana's shoulder, his warm breath dancing across her skin as he asked, "What's on your mind?" His voice was low and gentle, filled with affection.

Hana's eyes sparkled as she turned her head, her gaze meeting Seokmin's. "I was thinking of changing the wall color," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Seokmin's response was immediate, his enthusiasm infectious. "Then let's do it!" He pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Really?" Hana's excitement was palpable, her voice rising with delight.

Seokmin's hum of affirmation vibrated against her skin as he nestled his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the sweet scent of her perfume, which calmed his senses.

His lips grazed the tender skin of her neck, leaving a trail of soft, gentle kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

Seokmin's curiosity was piqued as he asked, "What colors are you thinking of?" His eyes sparkled with interest, his face still nestled in the crook of her neck.

Hana's voice was tentative, yet hopeful, as she suggested, "Hmm... perhaps Rose Quartz and Serenity?" She turned her head, her eyes meeting Seokmin's, seeking his approval.

Seokmin's face lit up with a warm, encouraging smile. "I love them!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

"Let's do it!" He pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her waist, as he envisioned their home transformed with the soft, soothing hues.

Time flew effortlessly, and before they knew it, three blissful years had swept by since they exchanged their vows.

Their marriage was a vibrant tapestry, woven from threads of laughter, adventure, and unconditional love. Every moment was a testament to their devotion, a symphony of joy that resonated deeply within their souls.

Throughout their journey, Seokmin's lens had captured the essence of their love, freezing moments of tender intimacy, ecstatic joy, and quiet contemplation.

Hana, ever the muse, had blossomed under his loving gaze, her beauty and spirit radiating like a beacon, illuminating every frame.

Together, they had crafted a life that was authentic, meaningful, and deeply fulfilling. In each other's company, they had discovered a sense of contentment, a feeling that they were home, no matter where life's journey took them.

Their third anniversary dawned bright and beautiful, filled with promise and love. Seokmin, determined to make this day unforgettable, began by crafting a sumptuous breakfast for Hana.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling pancakes wafted through the air, teasing her senses and drawing her to the table.

As she sat down, Seokmin presented her with a exquisite necklace, its delicate pendant glinting in the morning light. "A promise of my love," he whispered, his eyes shining with adoration.

Hana's heart swelled with emotion as she wrapped her fingers around the necklace, feeling the cool metal against her skin.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight, and handed Seokmin a beautifully wrapped box. Inside, he found the expensive watch he had coveted, its sleek design and precision craftsmanship a testament to Hana's thoughtfulness.

Together, they spent the morning and afternoon lost in each other's company, their love shining bright. They strolled hand in hand, sharing a romantic picnic in the park, and laughed together at a movie matinee.

But as the day wore on, reality intruded, and Seokmin's gaze fell upon his watch, reminding him of the photoshoot awaiting him at the studio.

Hana's face fell, her smile wavering, as Seokmin reluctantly broke the news. Though she agreed to let him go, her eyes betrayed a hint of sadness, and Seokmin's heart ached in response.

He felt guilty for leaving her on their special day, for tearing himself away from her loving presence. As he hugged her tight, he whispered a promise: "I'll make it up to you tonight."

Seokmin's studio was transformed into a whirlwind of color and energy as he attempted to capture the unpredictable magic of a toddler photoshoot.

Mingyu, worked tirelessly to ensure the tiny models were happy, comfortable, and camera-ready. However, as the shoot progressed, the challenges mounted.

A few of the little ones had reached their limits, their tiny faces scrunched up in distress as they wailed loudly.

Seokmin and Mingyu sprang into action, employing their arsenal of soothing techniques to calm the storm.

Seokmin, in particular, was a master of distraction, using his quick wit and rubbery facial expressions to coax smiles from even the most reluctant subjects.

As he focused on a tiny, tear-stained girl, he contorted his face into a ridiculous, cross-eyed grimace.

The little girl's sobs slowed, and then, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, she giggled.

The sound was like music to Seokmin's ears, and his heart swelled with warmth as he continued to entertain his tiny muse.

Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and Seokmin knew, in that instant, that the shoot was going to be a success.

As the little girl's giggles filled the air, Seokmin's face relaxed into a warm smile. But, like a whispered secret, his mind began to wander, drawn into the depths of his own thoughts.

His eyes, though still fixed on the tiny girl, lost their focus, and his expression turned introspective.

Mingyu, attuned to Seokmin's mood, noticed the subtle shift. He stepped in, his voice low and gentle, "Hey, Seokmin, let's get this done."

The words were a gentle nudge, breaking the spell that had enveloped Seokmin's thoughts.

Seokmin's gaze snapped back into focus, and he offered Mingyu a brief, apologetic smile. With a quiet nod, he refocused on the task at hand, his creative energy reigniting as he coaxed the toddlers into adorable poses, capturing the essence of their innocent joy.

With the photoshoot wrapped up and a sense of accomplishment fueling his stride, Seokmin emerged from the studio, his eyes shining with a hint of excitement.

He slid into his car, the engine purring to life as he navigated the evening traffic. En route to his home, he made a detour to a quaint flower shop, where he carefully selected a stunning bouquet of long-stemmed roses.

Their delicate petals and intoxicating fragrance seemed to capture the essence of his love for Hana.

As he pulled into his driveway, Seokmin's anticipation grew. He concealed the bouquet behind his back, a sly smile spreading across his face.

With a gentle push, he opened the door, his eyes locking onto Hana's serene form, lounging on the couch as she scrolled through her phone.

The warm glow of the evening lamp cast a golden light upon her features, illuminating the gentle curves of her face and the soft, dark tresses that cascaded down her back.

Seokmin's heart swelled with love and adoration, and he couldn't wait to surprise her.

As Seokmin stepped into the warm glow of their home, Hana's eyes sparkled with delight, and she sprang up from the couch, rushing into his arms with an infectious enthusiasm.

She enveloped him in a tight hug, her face nestled in the crook of his neck, as if she couldn't bear to be apart from him for another moment.

Seokmin's hands remained hidden behind his back, a sly smile still playing on his lips. As Hana pulled back to gaze up at him, he revealed the stunning bouquet of roses, its sheer size and beauty leaving her breathless.

Her eyes widened in wonder, and her face radiated joy, as if the flowers had unlocked a deep well of happiness within her.

With his arms wrapped around her waist, Seokmin pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry I had to leave you earlier, my love."

The apology was a soft balm to her soul, and Hana's heart swelled with forgiveness. She stood on tiptoes, her lips brushing against his in a quick, sweet peck.

"I forgive you," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mirth, "but only because you brought me these gorgeous flowers."

Seokmin's eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, his voice low and husky. "You know what? Let's just forget about cooking tonight. How about we get some takeout instead?" He pulled out his phone, his thumbs poised over the screen, ready to place their order.

Hana's brow furrowed in thought for a moment, her eyes sparkling with consideration. "I'm really craving Jjajjangmyeom and spicy chicken," she said finally, her voice filled with conviction.

Seokmin's face lit up with a warm smile as he nodded, his fingers flying across the screen to place their order.

As they waited for their food to arrive, they snuggled up together on the couch, their bodies entwined in a cozy embrace.

The soft glow of the evening lamp cast a warm light over them, illuminating the gentle curves of their faces and the tender way they held each other.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, and the promise of a relaxing evening together.

The doorbell's melodic chime pierced the cozy atmosphere, signaling the arrival of their dinner. Seokmin sprang into action, beating Hana to the punch as he rose from the couch to collect their food.

With the savory aromas wafting from the bags, they couldn't be bothered to formalize their dining experience.

Instead, they settled onto the plush carpet, leaning against the couch as they arranged their feast on the coffee table.

As they dug into the steaming hot Jjajjangmyeom and spicy chicken, the flavors danced on their taste buds, and the warm glow of the evening lamp cast a comforting ambiance.

However, as Seokmin savored the delicious food, his mind began to wander once more, drifting back to the photoshoot earlier that day.

His thoughts lingered on the tiny subjects, their innocent laughter, and the joy that filled his heart as he captured their precious moments.

Lost in his reverie, Seokmin's gaze grew distant, his eyes focusing on a point beyond the cozy confines of their home.

Hana's gaze drifted to Seokmin's distant expression, and she gently patted his thigh, her smile a gentle probe. "What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

Seokmin's eyes refocused, and he turned to her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Just wondering...if we'll have a boy or a girl someday," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"Will they inherit your nose or mine?" His eyes crinkled at the corners as he awaited her response.

However, Hana's smile faltered, and her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Seokmin's hesitation was palpable, and he gestured awkwardly, his hands tracing the curve of a belly, then cradling an imaginary baby, and swaying gently.

Hana's frown deepened, her expression a mask of discomfort, as she abruptly rose from the floor, her plate clutched tightly in her hand.

She strode into the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes and the hum of the refrigerator filling the silence that had fallen between them.

The atmosphere had shifted, like a sudden chill on a summer's day, and Seokmin's words hung in the air, a sensitive topic that Hana had thought was long settled.

She had been clear with Seokmin about her reservations regarding children, her doubts and fears laid bare in the early days of their relationship.

Yet, here he was, casually dropping the subject into their conversation like a stone into a still pond, rippling the calm surface of their evening.

Hana's upset simmered just below the surface, her mind racing with the implications of Seokmin's words, and the uncertainty that they brought.

Seokmin's brow furrowed in concern as he set his chopsticks down, his eyes never leaving Hana's retreating form. He pushed himself up from the floor, his movements fluid and unhurried, despite the growing unease in his chest.

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