Hana stood in front of the mirror, her delicate fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of her new pajama set. The light pink satin was soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the heavy gown she had worn earlier. She looked at her reflection, her face still aglow from the emotions of the day. Her hair, once pinned up in an intricate style, now cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her eyes held a quiet exhaustion. The weight of the wedding day still clung to her, though the excitement had started to wane, giving way to a sense of apprehension about what lay ahead.

As she smoothed down her pajamas, her thoughts drifted to Namjoon. He had been so composed throughout the day, always calm and collected, but there had been brief moments when Hana had caught something different in his eyes. A softness, perhaps, or maybe a flicker of curiosity. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Despite the growing closeness of their situation, Namjoon remained largely a mystery to her.

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. It was pointless to overthink things now. They were married, and whatever this was between them would have to unfold naturally. She had told herself she would be patient, that she would give Namjoon the time and space he needed, and she intended to keep that promise.

Hana turned toward the bed. Namjoon had already slipped into his side, the covers pulled neatly over him. His back was turned to her, his broad shoulders rising and falling with steady breaths. She swallowed, feeling an awkwardness settle over her. This was their first night together as husband and wife, and yet there was still a vast chasm between them—physically, emotionally.

She slid under the covers, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she settled on her side of the bed, careful not to disturb him. Her side felt cool and untouched, while the heat from Namjoon’s body radiated from across the mattress. The contrast was both comforting and unnerving.

The silence of the room was heavy, filled only by the occasional sound of the city outside. Hana closed her eyes, trying to will herself to sleep. She had been so tired just moments ago, but now her mind was racing, filled with thoughts of the future. What would their marriage look like? Would Namjoon ever warm up to her, or would he remain distant forever?

As she lay there, listening to the soft rhythm of Namjoon’s breathing, sleep slowly began to creep over her. The tension in her body started to melt away, and her thoughts became less coherent. Finally, after what felt like hours, she drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber.

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Namjoon lay awake long after Hana had fallen asleep. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath beside him, the warmth of her body radiating through the thin space between them. His eyes stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

This day had been a whirlwind. The vows, the ceremony, the traditions—it had all felt like a series of motions, each one pushing him further into a commitment he hadn’t fully embraced. Yet, despite the cold detachment he had maintained throughout the process, Namjoon couldn’t deny that there had been something about Hana that intrigued him.

She had surprised him today, not just with her beauty—though she had been stunning in her wedding dress—but with her quiet strength. She hadn’t complained about the arrangements, hadn’t pushed back against his reserved nature. Instead, she had adapted, meeting him halfway with a grace that was difficult to ignore.

Namjoon turned his head slightly, allowing his gaze to fall on Hana’s sleeping form. She was curled up on her side, facing away from him, her hair spilling across the pillow like a cascade of moonlight. There was something peaceful about her in this moment, something that made Namjoon’s heart stir in a way he hadn’t expected.

Out of all the women his parents had introduced him to, Hana was different. She didn’t demand anything of him. She didn’t try to break down the walls he had so carefully constructed. She simply existed beside him, offering her presence without asking for anything in return.

For the first time in a long while, Namjoon felt a sense of... comfort. It wasn’t the passionate connection some might have expected on a wedding night, but it was enough for him. More than enough, in fact.

As the night wore on, Namjoon’s body began to relax, and the exhaustion from the day started to catch up with him. He rolled onto his side, his eyes still on Hana. The space between them felt like a vast canyon, but in the quiet of the night, it didn’t seem so insurmountable.

Without thinking, Namjoon reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of Hana’s pajamas. Her skin was warm beneath the satin, and the simple contact sent a strange feeling through him—a mix of hesitation and something deeper, something he wasn’t ready to name yet.

He shifted closer, carefully so as not to wake her. His hand slid across the bed until it rested lightly on her side, the touch tentative, almost uncertain. Hana didn’t stir, lost in her dreams, and Namjoon took that as a sign to continue. Slowly, almost cautiously, he pulled her toward him, his arm wrapping around her waist as he drew her into his chest.

Hana’s body fit against his in a way that felt natural, as if she had always been meant to be there. Namjoon inhaled deeply, catching the faint scent of her perfume—something floral, sweet, but not overwhelming. He closed his eyes, his face pressing lightly into her hair as he allowed himself to relax.

It was strange. Namjoon wasn’t the type to seek out physical closeness, especially not with someone he barely knew. And yet, here he was, holding Hana in his arms, her soft, steady breaths lulling him into a sense of calm he hadn’t expected.

He thought about all the women he had been introduced to during the marriage process. Most of them had been polished, perfect on the surface but lacking the warmth and authenticity that Hana seemed to possess. They had been more concerned with his status, his wealth, his career. But Hana... she was different. She hadn’t tried to impress him, hadn’t tried to fit into the mold of what others thought she should be.

In that quiet moment, Namjoon realized something that surprised him: Hana was the best match for him. Out of all the women he had met, she was the one who felt right. She was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. She had a depth to her, a quiet strength that complemented his own reserved nature.

Namjoon’s grip on her tightened slightly, his body pressing closer to hers as if to solidify the connection between them. He didn’t know what the future held for them, but for the first time, he felt a sense of certainty. Hana was the one for him, even if it would take time for them to grow into that realization fully.

As sleep finally began to overtake him, Namjoon allowed himself to surrender to the warmth of her presence. He had spent so long keeping people at a distance, building walls around himself to protect against the vulnerability that came with closeness. But with Hana, those walls didn’t seem so necessary.

He didn’t know what this meant for their relationship, or how they would navigate the challenges that lay ahead, but as he held her in his arms, Namjoon knew one thing for sure: Hana had the power to change him, to soften the edges of his cold exterior in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

And, maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Hana stirred, her body shifting slightly as she woke from her deep sleep. It took her a moment to realize where she was—wrapped in Namjoon’s arms, her back pressed against his chest, their bodies entwined in a way that felt both intimate and strange.

She blinked in confusion, her heart racing as she tried to piece together how she had ended up in this position. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on her side of the bed, with Namjoon far away from her. But now... now they were tangled together as if they had been like this all night.

Hana turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Namjoon’s peaceful face, his eyes still closed as he slept. There was something about him in this moment—something soft and vulnerable that she hadn’t seen before.

Her heart fluttered, but she didn’t dare move, afraid of waking him and ruining whatever had happened between them during the night. Instead, she lay there, content to simply exist in this fleeting moment of closeness, wondering what it all meant.

For the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope for their future.