The night had been magical. We enjoyed our night together, surrounded by an ambiance of warmth and love. The food, exquisite and flavorful, added to the perfection of the evening. We clicked many pictures, freezing moments of joy and togetherness in time.

As the night unfolded, a private orchestra serenaded us with a melody that seemed to encapsulate the essence of our relationship. He took my hand, and we danced under the moonlit sky, lost in each other's presence. It was the most perfect night ever, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.

But as the clock ticked away, it was time to go back. Reluctantly, we prepared to leave the enchanting setting behind. However, before bidding farewell to the magical evening, he brought me in front of him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I rested my hand on his neck. Beomgyu spoke my name, and I responded with a gentle "Hmm?" His eyes, filled with sincerity, met mine.

Beomgyu: "I hope you liked my anniversary present."

Yuri: "I loved it."

Beomgyu: "And I hope I have become a better husband."

I couldn't help but laugh a little.

Yuri: "You are the best husband."

I playfully messed up his hair, and he expressed his relief with a smile.

Beomgyu: "I'm glad."

A warm feeling enveloped me as he uttered those three words.

Beomgyu: "I love you."

My heart skipped a beat, and I stammered in surprise.

Yuri: "Wh-what?"

Beomgyu: "I love you. I love you very much."

In that moment, he hugged me tightly, and I found myself in shock. However, I quickly reciprocated the embrace.

Yuri: "I love you too."

Beomgyu: "I know."

Everything was literally going too well, but somehow, it felt just right. His love for me radiated from every glance, every touch, filling me with a joy so profound it seemed to make my heart dance.

It wasn't just a feeling confined to the two of us. I could see how he truly loved me, and it made me super happy. But what truly touched me was that it wasn't only me who saw his love; everyone around us could see it too. It was in the little gestures, the tender words, and the way he looked at me as if I held the entire universe within me.

One particular moment etched itself in my memory. We were on our way somewhere, the four of us packed into the car, with Saerom unnie and Haneul oppa seated in the back. I was lost in my phone, oblivious to the world around me, forgetting even the simplest safety measure of putting on my seatbelt.

At a red light, he noticed it. Desperate to catch my attention, he called my name, but my ears were ensnared by the melodies flowing through my earphones. Then, in a move that caught me off guard, I felt him draw closer, his breath tickling my skin as he fastened the seatbelt for me.

I was surprised, to say the least. Our faces were mere inches apart, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Our eyes met, locking in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. But before the moment could linger, the interruption came from the backseat, as Haneul oppa coughed to remind us of the passing time.

"Beomgyu, I think the red light is clear," Haneul oppa's voice broke the spell, and with a swift movement, he returned to his seat, masking the tenderness with a hurried adjustment.

I couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at my lips, nor could I ignore the warmth that flooded my heart. Glancing at him, I found his eyes already on mine, mirroring the same sentiment. We shared a silent understanding, a connection that transcended words,

A small laugh escaped my lips as we looked at each other. He kissed my cheek, and I couldn't help but smile.

Beomgyu: "You are so cute."

He pinched my cheeks, and I playfully protested.

Yuri: "Ok ok. Enough."

But he didn't stop; instead, he kissed me again. This time, I smiled back, knowing that our love story had just reached a new, beautiful chapter.

It was another ordinary day, but with Beomgyu, every day felt extraordinary. We were in our shared space, a place filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of togetherness. Beomgyu had taken out his guitar, an instrument that spoke the language of our hearts.

He decided to share the melody with me, teaching me a few notes. As I earnestly practiced, the strings resonating in harmony, I couldn't help but feel a connection deeper than the music itself.

Excited to show him my progress, I went to him, only to find him engrossed in work. Determined not to disturb him, I waited patiently. 

Yuri: I'll come later. 

Beomgyu: No, it's fine. Just wait a minute. I'm almost done.

He swiftly wrapped up his work, and with a smile, he beckoned me to showcase my newfound skill. As I began playing, my fingers stumbled on a tricky part, and Beomgyu, being the perfectionist he was, couldn't resist stepping in.

Beomgyu: Wait wait. That's not how you do it.

Putting his laptop away, he gestured for me to come closer. 

Yuri: Where? 

Beomgyu: Sit on my lap.

I was taken aback, my heart pounding with surprise. 

Yuri: What?! 

Beomgyu: What? You want to learn or not?

Blushing, I reluctantly agreed, finding myself perched on his lap. My fingers were on the strings, but my mind was lost in the proximity of his warmth. Beomgyu guided my hands, but I couldn't concentrate; my thoughts were drowning in the sea of shyness.

Beomgyu: Understood? 

Yuri: Huh?

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, realizing I had been daydreaming.

 Beomgyu: Where are you lost? 

Yuri: N-Nothing.

I looked away, my face flushed with embarrassment. Beomgyu, with a sly smile on his face spoke up.

Beomgyu: Stop getting shy. I'm your husband.

His hand found mine, a comforting touch that melted away my nervousness. I nodded, still smiling.

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I looked at Beomgyu, surprised by his playful remark. Despite the pain he was in, he managed to flash a mischievous grin. I blushed, feeling a mix of relief and worry for him.

Yuri: You're unbelievable.

Beomgyu: Well, a kiss has magical healing powers, you know?

He chuckled softly, and I couldn't help but smile through my tears. In that moment, I forgot about the accident and the distressing news that had brought me to the hospital. Beomgyu's light-hearted spirit had a way of soothing my anxieties.

Yuri: You're shameless.

Beomgyu: Guilty as charged.

With a gentle laugh, he tugged me closer. Despite the pain he must have been feeling, his eyes held warmth and a hint of mischief. I leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

Yuri: There. Better?

Beomgyu: Much better. But you missed the spot.

He pointed to his cheek, and I rolled my eyes playfully. Leaning in once more, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

Yuri: Happy now?

Beomgyu: Yes.

He grinned, and for a brief moment, we forgot about the hospital room and the injuries. It was just us, sharing a small, intimate moment amidst the chaos. As I looked into his eyes, I realized how grateful I was that he was okay.

Finally, the day arrived when he was well enough to go back home. Determined to nurse him back to health, I brought some homemade soup – a concoction of warmth and love. The aroma filled the room as I entered, holding the bowl delicately in my hands.

"Here," I said softly, my eyes filled with concern as I approached his bedside.

I was about to feed him, my heart swelling with affection, but Beomgyu, ever the independent spirit, interrupted with a playful protest.

"You know that I can have it myself, right?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I looked at him, my gaze a mix of amusement and stubborn determination. Without saying a word, I put the bowl on the table, a feigned act of surrender.

"Fine then. Have it yourself," I declared, ready to retreat.

But just as I turned to leave, he surprised me by quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me back. His touch sent a jolt of warmth through me.

"Ok ok. Don't leave. I was just joking," Beomgyu chuckled, his eyes softening with gratitude.

"That's what I thought," I replied, a triumphant smile playing on my lips.

After a while, he was doing better. It felt like a sigh of relief, watching Beomgyu recover and regain his strength. One lazy afternoon, we found ourselves in a quiet corner of our favorite spot. I was engrossed in a book, the words weaving a world around me, while he rested his head on my lap, his soft strands of hair falling gently through my fingers.

"Yuri," he spoke, his voice carrying a warmth that filled the air.

"Hmm?" I responded, looking down at him.

"I have gotten better, right?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Yes," I reassured him with a smile.

A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he continued, "You know what will make me even better?"

I met his gaze, curious. "What?"

"A kiss," he declared, his lips curling into a playful grin.

I chuckled, not expecting his boldness, and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "There you go."

"One more," he requested, and I complied, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Happy now?" I teased.

He just smiled, his eyes holding a warmth that went beyond words. As I attempted to pull away, he surprised me by stopping me, his hand gently holding my face. I felt a sudden tension, and our faces were now dangerously close.

My heart quickened, unsure of what was happening. Beomgyu closed the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a soft, unexpected kiss. I was momentarily shocked, the sensation sending a thrilling shiver through me. As quickly as it began, he pulled away, and our eyes locked.

I sat up, my heart still racing, and he followed suit. The air between us felt charged, a silent understanding passing between our gaze. His lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Your lips are sweeter than I thought," he confessed, leaning in for another kiss.

This time, I didn't hesitate. Our lips met in a tender dance, and slowly, I reclined, feeling him come on top. The world around us faded as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating moment. Time seemed to stand still.

After a while, we broke the kiss, and he looked at me with affectionate eyes.

"Yuri, I really, really do love you so much," he confessed, his sincerity echoing in his words.

I couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you so much too," I whispered, sealing our words with a sweet peck on his lips.

He grinned, and I mirrored his expression, feeling a deep connection that went beyond the physical closeness. In that quiet corner, our love story unfolded, written in the tender exchanges of kisses and whispered confessions.

After he was well enough, I rejoined university, and he resumed his work. Life was settling back into its routine.

Yuri: "And you know he-"

Chaeri: "What do you always say 'he'?"

Yuri: "Hmm?"

Chaeri: "You don't call his name?"

Yuri: "O-Oh. No."

Chaeri: "Oh ho."

She nudged me playfully.

Yuri: "Yah. It's not like that. I never really know what to call him. Because, like, he's older than me, so I should call him oppa. But then he's my husband. And calling your husband oppa is a little weird."

Chaeri: "Call him by a nickname then."

Yuri: "What nickname?"

Chaeri: "I don't know. Couple nicknames. Baby, babe, darling, honey, sweetie, sweetheart and what not."

I chuckled at the suggestion, but the idea lingered in my mind.

Later at night, we were about to go to bed when I thought of it. He laid down next to me.

"Good night, honey," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good night—wait. What?" Beomgyu replied, looking at me, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.

I tried hard not to laugh or smile. "What?"

"What did you say?" he asked, his eyes narrowing playfully.

"Good night," I repeated innocently.

"After that?" Beomgyu insisted.

"Nothing," I replied with a mischievous grin.

"Ehh, c'mon. You said something," he urged, determined to uncover my secret.

I shook my head, teasingly denying his request.

"You did," Beomgyu insisted, his eyes searching mine.

"Good night, honey," I finally admitted, unable to contain my smile.

"Honey?!" Beomgyu exclaimed, his surprise turning into pure delight.

I nodded, and a wide smile spread across my face.

"Yes, honey," I confirmed.

He suddenly became so happy. "Will you call me honey now?"

I nodded again. "Why? You don't like it... honey?"

"Oh my god. I'm going to scream," he declared, excitement coursing through his veins.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Call me honey. Once."

"Honey," I said, and his reaction was a mix of excitement and sheer joy.

"Ahh!!" he exclaimed, and I playfully hit him, still laughing.

"Why are you acting like this?" I questioned, thoroughly amused.

"Nothing, nothing. I just like it too much," Beomgyu admitted, his happiness contagious.

He then cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "We should sleep now."

"Yes," I agreed, turning around.

He surprised me by back hugging me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Can I call you by a nickname too?" Beomgyu asked, his voice soft and warm.

I nodded, curious about the nickname he had in mind.

"Okay. I love you, sweetie. Good night," he said, his words sending warmth through my heart.

I smiled instantly. "I love you too, honey."

"I think I like you calling me honey a little too much," Beomgyu admitted with a playful chuckle.

I laughed a little and turned towards him. Our eyes met, and without a word, I kissed him. He smiled against my lips.

"I love you too much," Beomgyu confessed.

"Me too," I replied, hugging him back, feeling the warmth of our love enveloping us in the quiet moments before sleep.

-THE END-