I was in shock. Mixed feelings overwhelmed me - happiness, excitement, confusion, and shock. I didn't know how to process it all. The entire day was spent in a whirlwind of thoughts, unable to escape the joy that filled my heart.

As night fell, I found myself standing on the balcony, staring at the vast expanse of the sky. The stars twinkled above, mirroring the myriad emotions swirling within me. It was then that Saerom unnie appeared.

"Hey!" she greeted me with a cheerful smile.

"Hi," I replied, unable to contain the happiness that painted my face.

"You've been smiling a lot. What happened?" Saerom unnie asked, her curiosity evident.

I shook my head, a smile still lingering on my lips. "Oh, c'mon. You can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone," she coaxed.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to share my secret with her. Saerom unnie's eyes widened in surprise as I revealed the news.

"Oh ho!" she exclaimed, clearly delighted for me.

"Unnie, I really don't know what to think or feel," I admitted, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.

"What do you mean? You should obviously feel happy," she reassured me.

"Hmm. You're right. But unnie," I hesitated, "he seems a little upset. What do I do?"

Saerom unnie didn't miss a beat. "Simple. Dress up pretty and act extra nicely and lovingly."

I looked at her, puzzled by the simplicity of her solution.

"I'm serious. I have been a married woman for 2 years. I myself have made Haneul upset a few times. And to make up to him, I'd just dress up, talk to him nicely, and apologize. He'll forget everything. Beomgyu is no less than his brother. He'll melt like butter," she advised with a knowing smile.

I couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected wisdom from Saerom unnie.

"I never thought dressing up would make your husband happy," I confessed.

"Why wouldn't it? They don't love anything more than seeing their wife dress up pretty and beautiful," Saerom unnie replied, her words carrying the weight of experience.

I smiled and looked forward for tomorrow.

The next day, I woke up and got ready.

 As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed him stirring from his slumber. His sleepy eyes met mine, and he turned his head toward me with a confused expression.

"Yuri?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

I turned towards him, trying to act nonchalant. "Hmm?"

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked at me intently. "Oh wow," he said, his voice filled with surprise.

I played innocent. "Hmm?" I asked again, pretending not to understand.

"Nothing. Is it something special today?" he inquired, his curiosity evident.

I shook my head. "No. Why?"

"Just asking. You don't really dress up like this often," he observed.

I smirked. "Oh, right. I don't know. I was feeling happy and wanted to dress up a little. How do I look?" I asked, spinning around.

He chuckled and stood up, making his way over to me. "You look very pretty," he complimented, taking my hands in his.

I smiled, basking in his warmth. "If you like it, I can dress like this every day."

He leaned in, kissing my forehead sweetly. "Hmm..." he pondered. "Dress however you want. I'll like it either way."

Our eyes locked, and he wrapped his arms around me. "Okay, my cutie?" he teased, kissing my cheek gently.

I nodded, feeling a blush creeping up my face. "I'll get ready," he announced, releasing me and heading to the bathroom.

As he walked away, I couldn't help but touch my cheek, savoring the warmth of his touch. "He called me cutie..." I whispered to myself, a wave of happiness and excitement surging through me. It felt like I was on the verge of screaming and jumping with joy. 

The day had been filled with laughter, shared glances, and stolen moments. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the night ahead. We had plans – or so I thought.

In the quiet of the bedroom, I waited for him, excitement bubbling within me. The door creaked open, and there he stood, not with an invitation, but with an unexpected announcement.

"Where are you going?" I asked, a tinge of disappointment lacing my words.

"Oh. Hyung asked me to watch a movie with him and noona," he replied, his gaze avoiding mine.

A momentary silence hung in the air before I mustered the courage to ask, "Can I come too?"

His eyes met mine, and a warm smile graced his lips. "Of course."

I stood up, the initial disappointment replaced by anticipation. "What movie are we watching, though?"

"I don't know. It's a horror movie. That's all I know," he answered casually.

"Horror?" I questioned, my heart sinking at the thought.

He nodded, oblivious to the unease creeping over me. I started to rethink my decision. Horror movies – my ultimate fear. I hated them more than anything, yet the prospect of spending time with him overshadowed my fears.

"You still coming?" he asked, breaking through my internal struggle.

"Uhm..." I hesitated, my mind racing. "Yeah."

He smiled, and we headed out together. In the darkened cinema, surrounded by the ominous glow of the screen, I questioned my choices. "At least I'll get to be with him," I whispered to myself.

"You said something?" he inquired.

"No. Nothing," I quickly replied, hiding the tremor in my voice.

As the horror unfolded on the screen, my fears materialized. The tension in the air, the sudden jumps, and the eerie music sent shivers down my spine. I fought back tears, determined not to show my vulnerability. The horror movie was more than just on the screen; it clung to me, haunting my thoughts.

But in the midst of fear, there was a shared experience – a shared glance, a comforting touch. I managed to endure the movie, not because I enjoyed it, but because of the company I had.

As I lay there in the dimly lit room, my mind buzzed with unsettling thoughts that refused to let me find solace in the embrace of sleep. Yuri, they whispered in the recesses of my consciousness, taunting me with shadows of fears I dared not acknowledge.

Next to me, he lay in peaceful oblivion, a serene expression on his face that contrasted sharply with the turmoil within my own mind. Determined to cast away the haunting thoughts, I closed my eyes, hoping to drift into a world where nightmares dared not tread.

However, the dream that greeted me was far from serene. A nightmarish vision shook me to my core, pulling me into a realm of fear and uncertainty. I awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, my heart pounding against the echoes of the nightmare.

Desperation clawed at me as I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, hoping its cool touch could wash away the remnants of the haunting dream. I took a few sips, the liquid failing to quell the storm raging within.

Unable to shake off the unease, I turned my gaze towards him, seeking comfort in the rhythm of his peaceful breaths. An idea sparked in my mind – perhaps, proximity could provide the security I desperately craved.

I inched closer, careful not to disturb his slumber. The warmth radiating from his body offered a semblance of peace, and I found solace in the proximity, though fear lingered at the edges of my consciousness.

Closing my eyes once more, I whispered reassurances to myself, attempting to drown out the anxious thoughts that threatened to consume me.

His voice, gentle and soothing, cut through the darkness like a lifeline. My eyes snapped open to find him awake, concern etched across his face as he reached out to brush away strands of hair that clung to my perspiring skin.

"Yuri? What happened?" he asked, his touch a balm to the turmoil within.

I stammered out my fears, vulnerability exposed in the dim glow of the room. His reassuring words enveloped me, grounding my spiraling thoughts.

"It must be because of the movie. It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. Don't be scared."

His hand found mine, and he cradled my head with a tenderness that melted away the remnants of the nightmare. In that moment, I felt a warmth that extended beyond the physical closeness.

With hesitancy, I confessed my apprehension about invading his personal space.

"I hope you don't mind me sleeping this close to you..."

A gentle smile curved his lips as he encouraged me, "You can come closer, you know."

His arms opened, an invitation I couldn't resist. Hesitation melted into the warmth of his embrace as he enveloped me, drawing me closer than I dared to go.

It was a revelation, the first time we shared such intimacy. Uncertain of how to reciprocate, I found myself wrapped in his arms, his laughter echoing in the quiet room.

"It'll be nice if you hugged me back," he teased, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

Unable to contain my smile, I closed my eyes, succumbing to the comforting touch of his hands on my head. His words, soft and genuine, hung in the air.

"I like hugging you."

"Me too," I whispered, my heart finding peace in the embrace.

As the night unfolded, he continued to hold me, his caresses a lullaby that soothed the remnants of fear. In the hush of the room, he spoke again, his words wrapping around my heart.

"I hope you won't mind if I hug you again some other day."

"Of course not," I replied, a warmth spreading within, realizing that in the quiet closeness of that night

The days were now even better. The sunlight streaming through the curtains painted in hues of warmth, echoing the newfound happiness that had nestled into our lives. It was a kind of happiness that danced through the air every morning when he woke up, and the first thing he did was embrace me tightly, as if I were the missing piece he had been searching for all his life.

As the day unfolded, our connection deepened with each passing moment. Before he dropped me off at work, he would seal our mornings with a tender kiss, a sweet promise that lingered on my lips throughout the day. The simple act transformed the mundane into something magical, making even the routine of leaving for work a joyous affair.

At home, in the comforting sanctuary we had built together, the love we shared continued to bloom. While I prepared our meals, the sound of his footsteps approaching the kitchen signaled the start of a delightful interlude. He would come talk to me, his voice a soothing melody that complemented the rhythm of chopping vegetables and sizzling pans. Sometimes, his hands would join mine in the culinary dance, turning the act of cooking into a shared art, a collaboration that mirrored the beauty of our relationship.

But perhaps the most enchanting part of our love story unfolded every night. As the world outside hushed into a tranquil stillness, we would find solace in the quiet sanctuary of our bedroom. There, he would pull me close, his embrace a cocoon of warmth and safety. The night became a canvas on which our dreams painted themselves, and the whispers of our shared secrets echoed in the darkness.

I'm too happy. 

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As I sat in the car with Haneul oppa, my heart fluttered with anticipation. Today marked our second wedding anniversary, a day that held so much significance in my heart. And this time, I remembered every detail, every moment leading up to this special day.

Saerom unnie's unexpected visit and her cryptic message from Beomgyu only added to the intrigue. What surprise could he have in store for me? My mind raced with possibilities as we made our way to wherever Beomgyu awaited.

The dress he had left for me was a testament to his thoughtfulness and attention to detail. As I held it in my hands, marveling at its beauty, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. How did I get so lucky to have someone like him?

Saerom unnie's compliment as I emerged from the bathroom filled me with confidence and excitement. I felt like a princess preparing for her ball, every moment tinged with the promise of something magical.

Stepping out of the house and into the waiting car, I couldn't contain my curiosity. Where was Beomgyu taking me? What surprise awaited us on this special day?

But Haneul oppa's cryptic responses only added to the mystery. It seemed even he was in on Beomgyu's plan, leaving me to wonder what my husband had concocted.

Despite my curiosity gnawing at me, I settled back into my seat, content to let the anticipation build.

After a while, we reached. I saw Beomgyu standing and waiting.

Yuri: Hi!!

I said quickly, getting off. I went to him and hugged him. He hugged me back.

Haneul: I'm going.

Beomgyu: Ok bye.

He said while still hugging me. After oppa drove off, he let go of the hug.

Beomgyu: You look pretty.

Yuri: Thanks. Where'd you get this dress?

Beomgyu: I bought it.

Yuri: Really?

He nodded.

Yuri: Good choice.

Beomgyu: I know. Anyways. C'mon.

He said, holding my hand. We strolled through the evening-lit streets, the city bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun. The air was filled with a blend of laughter from distant cafes and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.

As we walked hand in hand, there was a silent understanding between us, a connection that transcended words. I stole glances at Beomgyu, admiring the way the fading sunlight played with his hair, casting a golden glow around him.

Yuri: So, where are we going?

Beomgyu: It's a surprise.

He flashed a mischievous smile that made my heart flutter. We continued walking until we reached a secluded spot near a serene lake. The twinkling city lights reflected on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.

Beomgyu: Close your eyes.

Yuri: What? Why?

Beomgyu: Just trust me.

I hesitated for a moment but closed my eyes as he requested. I felt him guiding me, and the anticipation only added to the excitement. Suddenly, I felt a gentle breeze and heard the rustling of leaves.

Beomgyu: Okay, open your eyes.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself standing under a beautifully decorated gazebo, surrounded by fairy lights and the soft glow of candles. In the center was a small table set for two.

Yuri: Beomgyu, this is...

Beomgyu: Our own little haven. I thought we could have a special evening together.

My heart melted at the thoughtfulness of his gesture. We sat down, and as the night unfolded, we shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The cityscape transformed into a backdrop of sparkling stars, reflecting the magic that enveloped us.