𝟪 : 𝟥𝟦  𝖠𝖬 ー 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖽𝖺𝖾, 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺.

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The apartment was quiet, except for the soft rustling of wrapping paper and the warmth of holiday cheer as Nami sat with her parents, opening the gifts they had gotten for her. It was a peaceful morning, and though she missed Yejun's presence, she knew he was busy, and the thought of him kept a soft smile on her face.

Her parents, watching with affectionate eyes, exchanged knowing glances. Nami had always been a bundle of joy during the holidays, but there was a noticeable difference this year. They hadn't seen her so lighthearted in a long time—especially when she spoke of Yejun.

The pile of gifts had slowly dwindled down, and Nami's last present sat in front of her, unassuming but somehow giving her a sense of anticipation. It wasn't from her parents; it was a gift from Yejun, who, despite his hectic schedule, had managed to send something special.

Her heart skipped a beat as she carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek, elegant Tiffany & Co. box. Her eyes widened, and she slowly lifted the lid, gasping softly when she saw the delicate piece of jewelry nestled inside. It was a beautiful two-heart pendant necklace, the hearts interlocking gracefully. On one heart was engraved the letter Y, and on the other, an N—a subtle yet deeply personal symbol of their bond.

But it was the note that truly took her breath away. Written in neat, carefully crafted Japanese characters, it read:

Tears streamed down Nami's face as she read the note, her fingers tracing over the characters. She clutched it to her chest, overwhelmed by the depth of Yejun's thoughtfulness. The interlocking hearts, engraved with their initials, were more than just a necklace—it was a symbol of how their lives had come together, and it made her heart swell with love.

Her parents exchanged glances, their eyes softening as they realized how much this boy meant to their daughter. They had never seen her so vulnerable, so moved by love. It was clear, in the way she held the note and the necklace close, that she was utterly in love.

Standing up, Nami wiped her tears and smiled at the photo of Yejun sitting on the table. She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message: "Thank you for everything. You've made this Christmas unforgettable. I love you so much."

She giggled softly as she added another text: "The necklace is perfect. You really are my not-so-secret admirer, huh?"

Sliding her phone back onto the table, Nami turned to her parents, her cheeks still flushed with joy. "He really thought of everything," she said, laughing softly as she admired the necklace now resting around her neck. "I can't wait to show him how much I love it."

Her parents smiled, their hearts warming at the sight of their daughter so happy. They hadn't seen her glow like this before. It was as if Yejun had brought out a side of her they'd never witnessed—a side filled with pure, unfiltered love.

As the morning sun filtered into the room, Nami sat back, her fingers lightly brushing over the pendant. Her heart was full of warmth, not just from the present but from the love and thoughtfulness that Yejun had poured into it. She couldn't wait for the moment they'd see each other again and for the chance to thank him in person—with kisses and all.