<TAEHYUNG'S POV>

A few weeks have slipped by, and life has settled into a rhythm that feels like a dream I never want to wake from-a new kind of normal. Yn and I, we've finally shed the hesitations that once held us back, stepping fully into what it means to be husband and wife.

We move through our days with an ease that's both thrilling and grounding: heading to work each morning, coming home together in the evening, cooking or baking when the mood strikes, and falling asleep tangled in each other's arms.

Weekends are for experimenting-trying quirky recipes, binge-watching shows, or tackling some absurd DIY project that leaves us laughing more than succeeding.

These weeks, since we laid our hearts bare and proved our love in every glance, every touch, have transformed us. We've been married for months, but only now have we truly learned to live as partners, lovers. It's different-deeper, richer-than all the time we spent together before.

I cherished those early days, the quiet longing and stolen moments, but this? This vibrant, unapologetic closeness? I wouldn't trade it for anything in the universe.

It's early morning, and I'm on my way to the office, the city stirring awake around me. My coat and files rest on my lap as I settle into a seat on the bus, the hum of the engine a soft backdrop. I fish my phone from the back pocket of my trousers, my thumb hovering over the screen.

The first name in my caller ID is hers-"Love" with a little heart emoji next to it. A smile tugged at my lips, instinctive and warm, as I tap to call her.

I picture her still curled up in bed, probably sprawled like a starfish, her hair a messy halo on the pillow. Fair enough, considering we were up until 3 a.m. battling a cockroach in the bathroom. A cockroach-stubborn, unkillable, running over the floor like the only terroríst left on camp.

Yn had perched on the sink, wide-eyed, swearing she wouldn't sleep until I vanquished it. No flushing it, either-she was convinced it'd crawl back like some horror movie villain. So, I played the reluctant hero, squashing the thing and presenting the evidence before she finally collapsed into bed, exhausted but safe.

We were idiots.

This morning, my new work schedule dragged me out early, and I had to trade the bliss of lingering in her warmth for the cold reality of responsibility.

Before this, I didn't get it-how precious it was to wake up beside someone you love. Now, leaving her each morning feels like tearing myself away from paradise just because some ancient work culture demands it. Whoever invented the 9-to-5 grind? I hope they're having a terrible, terrible day.

The phone rings a few times before she picked up, her voice a sleepy, muffled hum that makes my chest ache with affection. "Hmmm?"

"Morning, love~" I say, my smile widening, picturing the slow flutter of her lashes as she stirs.

"Oh?" Her voice is groggy, laced with confusion, like she's squinting at the screen. "Taehyung, we live in the same house. Why're you calling me from the hall?"

I laugh softly, the sound warm in the quiet bus. "I've already left for the office, love."

I hear the rustle of sheets as she shifts, her yawn crackling through the line. "You should've woken me up," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "Anyway, why'd you call? Forgot something at home?"

"No," I say, my tone light, a grin tugging at my lips.

"Then?"

"Can't a man call his wife just to share a few words of love?" I teased, leaning back in my seat, the city blurring past the window.

She scoffed, and I can practically see the sleepy smile curving her lips. "What, are you stuck at a traffic light or something?"

"Nope" I chuckle.

"How're you calling me in the middle of a drive, then? Driver's got the wheel?" she asked, her voice sharpening with curiosity.

"Not even in the car" I say, feigning innocence.

"Not in the car? What's that supposed to mean?" Her tone shifted, alert now, the sheets rustling again as she sat up.

"I'm on a bus" I admitted, glancing around the half-empty vehicle, a mix of commuters and students scattered across the seats.

"A bus?!" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. "Why? Something wrong with the car?"

I shook my head, grinning. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk to you on the way to the office. And I'm gonna do it every day, too."

There was a beat of silence, and I could almost sense her processing this. "So... you took a bus because you wanted to talk to me?" Another pause. "But doesn't it take way longer to get to your office by bus?"

"Exactly," I said, my voice bright, my eyes lighting up as I leaned forward. "It takes longer, which means I get to talk to you for more time."

"Huh?" Her voice softened, a mix of surprise and something sweeter.

"I miss you" I whispered with a pout, the words slipping out, raw and unguarded, my chest tightening with the truth of it.

"Taehyung, you're such an idiot" she huffed, but I hear the smile in her voice, the way it's laced with love and exasperation. "You're really okay with being late just to chat with me?"

I nodded, proud as ever. "They can't fire the boss, can they?" I said, smirking.

"But, Tae..." she whined, her voice a soft protest. "You don't even know how to use a bus card, and you're probably squished and uncomfortable."

"I'll learn," I said, shrugging. "We all gotta start somewhere, right? And it wasn't that hard, honestly. I'm practically a pro-"

"I helped you, ajusshi!" a voice piped up beside me, cutting me off. I glanced at the middle schooler next to me, a chubby kid with a chocolate roll in one hand, his eyes gleaming with cheeky pride.

I rolled my eyes, sighing dramatically.

"Wait, who's that?" Yn asked, her curiosity piqued.

I switch the phone to the speaker, tilting it toward the kid. "Hi, noona!" he said, his voice bright. "Your boyfriend's kinda clueless, so I helped him get on the bus and even got him a seat next to me. Don't worry, I got his back!"

Yn's laughter bursts through the line, clear and delighted, and I can't help but grin despite myself. "Oh my God, thank you!" she says, her voice warm.

"I'm her husband." I correct, narrowing my eyes at the kid. "And why's she 'noona' and I'm 'ajusshi'? You haven't even met her. We're in the same age range, kiddo."

"I just know she's an angel who deserves better" he retorted, taking a big bite of his chocolate roll, crumbs scattering as he smirked at me.

Yn laughed harder, the sound filling my chest with warmth, and I switch the phone off speaker, pressing it back to my ear. "Yeah, real nice, laughing at your husband getting roasted" I muttered, but my tone is light, her joy infectious.

"You're adorable," she giggled, her voice softening. "You're really taking a bus every day just for me?"

"Every damn day," I stated, my voice firm but warm. "Gotta make up for all the time I'm not with you, love."

She hummed, and I can picture her smiling, maybe pulling the blanket closer as she settled back into bed. "You're ridiculous, Kim Taehyung" she murmured, but it's full of love, the kind that makes leaving her this morning feel just a little less painful.

"Ridiculous and all yours" I reply, leaning back in my seat, my heart lighter than it's been all morning.

The bus rumbles on, the kid beside me still munching, but all I can think about is her-my wife, my home, my everything. And if a longer commute means a few extra minutes of her voice in my ear, I'll take it every time.

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As the evening settled, I stood outside her library door with a bouquet of jasmine in my hands, waiting for her to finish her shift and step out.

I wrapped up all my work ahead of schedule-like a man racing against time, afraid that being even a minute late to pick up his wife might land him in some emotional jail.

My fingers still ached from the relentless signing of documents. I took on extra work just so I could carve out time before the weekend without guilt. If I finished everything early, then I could give my entire attention to her-undistracted, undelayed.

An hour had gone into choosing flowers alone. Jasmine felt right today-delicate, fragrant, and glowing like her.

I also stopped by the convenience store to grab some snacks, her favorite sweets, and a few drinks-because I'd come to notice something endearing: after work, she always craved something. Anything, really. And it made me realize something very simple, very stupid:

I was absolutely, utterly idiotic in her love.

It was funny, even to me. Sometimes I thought I was doing too much; but other times, nothing felt like enough.

Sometimes I was just trying to distract myself from the tiny things she did that got under my skin. But more and more, I found myself taking mental notes of everything.

But other times, nothing felt like enough. I'd catch myself memorizing the way she scrunched her nose when yogurt was anywhere near her or how she always reached for my hand when we walked, and I'd want to do more, be more, for her.

She loved me-I knew that. I wasn't some high school kid trying to earn affection from a girl who didn't know my name. She was mine. I was hers. But I still did these things not out of doubts but because it felt right. Because I wanted to.

Because, as a man who was lucky enough to call the loveliest woman on earth his wife, something inside me told me that this-this devotion-was what I was supposed to do.

Not just today, but every day. Almost like I was born to do it. Even if someday it felt like too much, I couldn't bear for it to ever feel like too little.

The bell above the library door chimed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I straightened up instinctively.

And then there she was.

She stepped out, locking the door behind her before turning and her eyes landed on me. "Hey, Taehyung!" she squealed, joy lighting up her face.

I chuckled, stepping forward to take her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"I thought you were waiting outside" she teased gently, pulling away to look up at me.

"Well, surprise" I said with a smile, holding out the bouquet.

She gasped softly and reached for it, her eyes tender as she cradled the blooms. She looked up again, this time not with surprise, but with that look-like I was her whole world in that moment. And maybe I was.

She laced her fingers through mine as we began to walk. Her head came to rest on my shoulder, and I instinctively curled my arm tighter around her to keep her close, to keep her warm.

Just like always.

The night wrapped around us like a cozy cocoon as we nestled together under a soft blanket, the glow of the TV casting flickering lights across the living room. A romantic movie played, its soundtrack a gentle hum beneath the rustle of pizza boxes and the clink of our drinks on the coffee table.

Yn was tucked against my chest, her body warm and pliant, a contented smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkled with rapt attention to the screen.

My arm draped over her shoulders, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her arm, grounding myself in the feel of her. The movie barely registered for me; my gaze kept drifting to her, to the way the screen's light danced in her pupils, reflecting a warmth that made every scene pale in comparison.

I reached for a slice of pizza, and without breaking her focus, she parted her lips expectantly. I chuckled softly, feeding her a bite before taking one myself, my heart light with the simple joy of this moment.

I was biding my time, waiting for the proposal scene in the movie to unfold, my nerves tingling with what I'd planned.

"Our first anniversary's next week, Friday" I said casually, my eyes fixed on the TV, though my mind was entirely on her.

She tilted her head up, giving me a lazy, sweet smile, her eyes a mix of pride and awe. "Yeah, how could I forget?" she murmured, her voice soft, like she was savoring the thought.

I nodded, glancing down, my fingers brushing her shoulder. "Anything specific you want?"

She sighed, a playful pout forming as her smile turned knowing. "You've already got the gifts, haven't you?" she said, her tone teasing but warm. "And I haven't even started."

I laughed, pinching her nose gently, earning a soft giggle. "Just rot with me in bed, huh?" I smirked, leaning closer. "We could make up for our wedding night." My voice dropped, teasing, laced with a hint of suggestion.

She smirked back, rolling her eyes with that adorable mix of exasperation and amusement, then turned her attention back to the movie. "The proposal's coming up" she mumbled, feigning nonchalance, as if my words hadn't made her cheeks flush just a little.

And that was my cue. Heart pounding, I slid off the couch, dropping to one knee in a single, fluid motion. The small velvet box in my pocket felt heavier than ever as I opened it, revealing a delicate ring-a simple band with a tiny, glinting stone, chosen for its quiet elegance, just like her.

She froze, her eyes darting from the screen to the ring, then to me, wide and searching. "Taehyung...?" she whispered, her voice trembling with confusion and something softer.

"I know this is sudden," I said, meeting her gaze, my own eyes steady despite the nerves clawing at my chest. "I tried my best to find the perfect moment, the perfect setting, the perfect everything... but tonight," I exhaled, a small smile tugging at my lips, "tonight feels right. May I lay my feelings bare, Kim Yn?"

Her breath hitched, and after a heartbeat, she nodded, a smile breaking through the shock, her eyes already glistening.

"I don't know when I fell for you," I started, my voice low, raw. "Was it from the start, when we were just figuring each other out? Or maybe that night at the claw machine, when you laughed so hard you snorted?" I chuckled, the memory warming me even now. "All I know is that once it happened, it was only you. Always you."

I swallowed, my throat tight with emotion. "Yn, you didn't just give me love. You gave me myself, the version of me I like best, the one who's whole when I'm with you. Your arms feel like home, and I crave that feeling like it's air. I'd cross oceans for it, for you."

I let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through my hair. "I'm terrible at this, I know. I can pitch a project to a room full of strangers without blinking, but here, with you-the woman I love-I'm stumbling."

"You deserve better than me, better than this moment, but I've tried, Yn. I swear I have. I thought of a thousand ways to do this-fancy dinners, beach sunsets, rooftop dates. I canceled bookings, scrapped plans, because nothing felt right until now. Tonight, it just... does. I don't know why, but it's you, here, like this, that makes it perfect."

Her eyes were glossy now, her smile so sweet it hurt to look at, and I felt my own vision blur. "I'm trying to be the man you deserve," I continued, my voice cracking. "I'll keep trying, every day, for you, for us. Because I've always wanted you, Yn, and I'll never stop working to keep you close, to make you happy."

My hands trembled as I took the ring from the box, holding it between us. "So, Kim Yn, will you be my forever love?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, tears brimming. "Not just my wife, but the woman who chose to fall in love with me, too?"

She extended her hand, nodding fiercely, her tears spilling over as a sob-laugh escaped her lips. I slid the ring onto her pinky finger, her ring finger already adorned with our wedding band, and the sight of it-the new ring nestled beside the old-felt like a promise sealed twice over.

Her eyes catching on the velvet box, where another ring glinted softly. "You brought two" she said, her smile radiant, a silent appreciation shimmering in her gaze. With a tenderness that made my breath hitch, she picked up the second ring-a matching band, simple but meaningful and slid it onto my pinky.

Her fingers lingered, her thumb stroking the cool metal against my skin, and for a moment, she didn't look at me, her focus entirely on the ring, as if it held all the words she hadn't yet said.

"Taehyung, do you remember, on our honeymoon, when I said I was waiting for my first love?" she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant, carrying the weight of a memory we'd both held close.

I hummed, nodding, the memory vivid-her standing by my side, in the balcony, her hair dancing in the breeze, her words a quiet confession that had both intrigued and unsettled me then.

Her eyes lifted, meeting mine, and the depth in them stole my breath. "I think I've found it," she said, her voice steady now, brimming with certainty. "My first love."

The words landed like a gift, heavy and precious, making me feel like the luckiest man alive. A responsibility settled over me-not a burden, but a privilege I was ready to carry, even if I wasn't sure I could ever be worthy of it. I'd try, though. God, I'd try with everything I had.

My vision blurred, tears prickling as I swallowed the lump in my throat."First love, huh?" I scoffed, my voice thick, a teasing edge to mask the way her words unraveled me. "That's a big deal. But I'll make it worth it."

I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers, the kiss soft but deep, tasting the salt of her tears and the warmth of her love. Her hands found my face, holding me close, and I felt the ring on my pinky press against her skin-a reminder that we were bound, not just by marriage, but by a choice, a love we'd both worked for.

As we pulled back, her forehead rested against mine, her breath shaky but her smile unwavering. "You already have"

I couldn't help myself. I leaned in again, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft but deepened quickly, hungry for the taste of her, for the way she sighed into me. Her hands slid to my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as I cupped her face, the pizza boxes and movie forgotten on the coffee table.

The blanket slipped, pooling around us, but neither of us cared. Her lips were warm, pliant, moving with a rhythm that felt like a dance we'd perfected over these past weeks. I smiled against her mouth, feeling her do the same, and the shared joy of it sparked something reckless in me.

"C'mere," I murmured, my voice low, teasing, as I stood, tugging her up with me. She laughed, her eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and love that always undid me. Our kisses didn't break, only grew more insistent as I guided her backward, navigating the familiar path to our bedroom.

Her hands roamed my chest, tugging at my shirt, and I groaned into her mouth when she nipped my bottom lip, playful but deliberate. The hallway was a blur, our steps clumsy, bumping into the wall as we laughed through the kisses, too wrapped up in each other to care.

I pushed the bedroom door open with my shoulder, my lips still on hers, and she giggled as I spun her gently, backing her toward the bed. Her calves hit the edge, and I eased her down, climbing onto the mattress as she pulled me with her.

I straddled her hips, my knees bracketing her, and paused to look at her-hair fanned out on the pillow, cheeks flushed, the nighty peeking from under my white shirt she wore, her eyes dark with want but soft with trust.

"Stop being so naughty" I whispered, leaning down to kiss her neck, slower this time, savoring the way her hands slid up my back, warm through my tshirt.

She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her, and I grinned against her pulse, ready to tease her about how easily she unraveled for me-when her phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, the sound slicing through the haze of our moment.

I groaned, dropping my forehead to her shoulder, irritation flaring. "Ignore it," I muttered, nipping at her skin, my lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear, hoping to pull her back into me.

She laughed, a breathy sound, but reached for the phone anyway, glancing at the screen. "Your mom" she murmured, shushing me with a playful finger to my lips as she swiped to answer.

"Hi, Mom?" she said, her voice impressively steady despite the flush on her cheeks and the way I was still hovering over her, not quite ready to surrender.

I leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to her jaw, then another to the corner of her mouth, just because I could. She shot me a warning look, her eyes narrowing, but the twitch of her smile betrayed her.

"Yeah, we're good" she said into the phone, her free hand swatting at me halfheartedly as I trailed kisses along her collarbone, my fingers teasing the hem of her shirt, brushing the silk beneath.

"Stop it" she mouthed, stifling a giggle, but I only grinned, undeterred, nuzzling her neck as I whispered, "Make me." My voice was low, playful, and I felt her shiver beneath me, her hand gripping my shoulder as she tried to focus on the call.

"Mhm, next week it is," Yn said into the phone, her voice faltering just a touch as I nipped at her earlobe, my hand sliding to her waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

The little hitch in her breath sent a spark through me, and I grinned, knowing I was getting under her skin. "Tae, behave" she hissed under her breath, covering the phone's mic for a split second, her eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and exasperation as she tried to keep her composure.

I chuckled, propping my chin on her chest, gazing up at her with exaggerated innocence. "What? I'm just keeping you warm" I teased, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on her hip, fully aware I was pushing every button she had.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, a telltale sign she was fighting a laugh, but she rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool.

"What?" she asked, her gaze locking onto mine in a way that made me pause. She didn't answer right away, her brows furrowing slightly as she listened to my mom on the other end. Then, her voice softened, repeating, "You're throwing a party for our first anniversary?"

My head snapped up, my playful mood screeching to a halt. "No" I whispered, shaking my head vehemently, my eyes wide with panic.

A party? For our anniversary? Absolutely not. I wanted it to be just us-intimate, quiet, together.

She glanced at me, then repeated into the phone, "A small family dinner?"

"N.O." I mouthed, sitting up now, my heart racing as I waved my hands in a desperate attempt to stop this trainwreck.

A family dinner was only marginally better than a party, but still-no way. Our first anniversary was supposed to be ours, not a shared spectacle with relatives asking when we're having kids or commenting on our relationship.

She blinked at me, her expression a mix of sympathy and confusion, before nodding into the phone. "Uh, well, alright," she said, her voice warm but diplomatic. "We'll come, definitely, Mom."

My jaw dropped, disbelief slamming into me like a freight train.

She did not just agree to that, did she?
She did.

I stared at her, utterly betrayed, as she wrapped up the call with a cheerful, "Okay, bye. Goodnight!" and set the phone back on the nightstand.

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck, turning away from her to face the wall, my arms crossed like a sulky teenager. The audacity.

"Taehyung," she said, her voice laced with laughter as she scooted closer, the mattress dipping under her weight. I could feel her warmth at my back, but I wasn't ready to cave-not yet. "Oh, come on, don't be like that."

"Nope" I muttered, my tone clipped, though the edge was already softening against my will. "You just sold our anniversary to the wolves. I'm not talking to you."

She laughed outright now, a bright, melodic sound that chipped away at my resolve. "Wolves? It's just a small dinner with your family" she said, her hand finding my shoulder, wrapping around me. "It'll be nice. Everyone's so excited."

I huffed, still facing the wall, but her touch was making it hard to stay mad.

"Nice for her, maybe. I had plans, Yn. Our plans. You know, just you, me, a bottle of wine. I thought we would spend it alone at our place. Not Uncle Soo-jin asking me why I haven't collaborated with his business yet or your cousins trying to flirt with you"

She giggled, sliding her arms around my waist from behind, her chin resting on my shoulder. Her breath tickled my neck, and I hated how much I loved it.

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'm sorry" she said, her voice soft, coaxing. "But it's only a couple of hours. We can still have our night after. You, me, wine-the whole deal. I promise."

I stayed silent, letting her stew for a moment.

She pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, then another, her lips warm and teasing. "Taehyung," she murmured, her voice dropping to that sweet, persuasive tone that was getting me. "Don't be mad. I didn't mean to hijack our anniversary. I just... your mom sounded so happy, and I couldn't deny."

I sighed, my resolve crumbling like a house of cards. "You're too nice, that's your problem" I grumbled, finally turning to face her. Her eyes were big, sparkling with a mix of apology and mischief, and I couldn't help but soften.

"Ok fine. We'll do the stupid dinner. But, just for you" I said. "Ok? Just for you"

She laughed, her hands sliding up to cup my face, her thumbs brushing my cheeks. "Aw, I love you! Thank you!" She hugged me tight.

"You're evil," I said, pulling her closer until she was half on top of me, her body warm and familiar. "But you owe me. Big time."

"Deal" she said, her smile triumphant as she leaned down to kiss me, soft and slow, the kind of kiss that made my irritation melt into something warmer, hungrier. My hands found her waist, tugging her fully onto me, and she giggled against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair.

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<YN'S POV>

(Anniversary day:- July 2, 2011)

I hummed with anticipation as I stood before the mirror in our bedroom, fumbling with my pearl earrings, their soft sheen catching the warm glow of the vanity lights.

"Taehyung..." I sighed, exasperation lacing my voice as I tried to wriggle free from his hold. "Stop clinging to me!"

His arms were wrapped stubbornly around my torso, his face buried in the crook of my neck, lips brushing my skin in a way that was both maddening and unfairly distracting.

He was like a ghost lover from another life, utterly unwilling to let me go. I'd been trying to shake him off since I started getting ready for this family dinner but he was relentless.

He refused to get dressed himself and seemed determined to sabotage my efforts to look presentable.

"I swear, if you ruin my dress..." I threatened through the mirror, my eyes narrowing as I slid a bracelet onto my wrist and adjusted my rings.

My elbow nudged his chest, urging him to give me space, but he only grumbled, his pout practically audible as he pressed closer.

"Let's not, huh?" he murmured, his voice a low, pleading whine that tugged at my resolve. "Let's skip it. Tell them I'm sick or something. That we tried and couldn't make it." His lips peppered quick, persuasive pecks along my shoulder, each one a calculated attempt to sway me.

I hissed, rolling my eyes as I turned to face him, gripping his shoulders to shake some sense into him.

"Taehyung, this is the hundredth time you've said that since yesterday," I said, my tone firm but laced with amusement. "Go! Go and get ready like a good boy."

I flashed a sweet smile, hoping it'd coax him into compliance, and he sighed dramatically, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead before grabbing his three-piece suit from the edge of the bed and slinking toward the closet.

I shook my head, muttering under my breath like an exhausted mother, and turned back to the mirror to focus on my makeup.

I knew he'd take forever-his primping routine rivaled mine, a fact that both amused and irritated me. But it gave me a moment's peace to finish getting ready without his interruptions.

The morning had been a dream, a perfect start to our first anniversary.

We took a special leave, sleeping in until the clock struck 11, cocooned in each other's warmth. I was woken up to a room transformed-red and white balloons floating on the ceiling, scattered across the floor, their strings curling like ribbons.

Taehyung had rolled in a tray laden with breakfast and a decadent chocolate cake, his eyes was sparkling as he wished me a happy anniversary. We spent the morning in bed, feeding each other, laughing, and basking in the cozy glow of our love.

Then came the gifts.

His was a collage album, a labor of love that stole my breath. Page after page of our life together-baby photos from our parents, snapshots from our wedding, candid moments from company trips, and quiet mornings only he'd captured.

Each image was paired with a handwritten note, dates and memories scrawled in his neat script, a testament to how deeply he cherished us. It was the best gift I'd ever received, a treasure I'd hold close forever.

Mine was different but just as heartfelt. I gave him a jar filled with 365 origami stars, each one unfurling to reveal a note: 365 Things I Love About You. Some were silly, like his obsession with stealing my fries; others were profound, like the way his laughter made my worst days brighter.

I'd made it for the moments when his insecurities crept in, when he doubted if he was enough. I wanted him to know he was perfect to me, exactly as he was, without needing to try harder.

I finished my makeup-a soft, natural look and stood, smoothing the black bodycon dress that hugged my curves. The sleeves tied into delicate bows at my shoulders, and paired with my pearl jewelry and an elegant updo, I felt like I'd stepped out of a classic romance film.

I spun toward the door just as Taehyung's footsteps approached, and I struck a pose, hands on my hips. "How do I look?" I asked, pride swelling in my chest.

He stood in the doorway, effortlessly devastating, even with his hair still slightly tousled and a sleepy glint in his eyes. His suit was half-done, tie dangling loosely, but he looked so unfairly hot it was criminal.

A smirk curved his lips as his gaze roamed over me, his head tilting with that familiar mischievous spark. "May I show you instead?" he said, his voice low and teasing as he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

"No, no, no!" I laughed, trying to dart away, but he was too quick, his hands catching my waist with ease. In one swift motion, he cleared the vanity with a gentle sweep of his arm, setting me on the edge, the cool wood pressing against my thighs.

His eyes locked onto mine, dark and playful, as he leaned in, his hands bracketing me on either side."Taehyung, we don't have time for this!" I protested, but my laughter betrayed me, bubbling up as I pushed at his chest.

He didn't budge, his smirk widening as he dipped his head, brushing his lips against my jaw, then lower, trailing soft kisses down my neck. My breath hitched, my hands gripping his shoulders, torn between pulling him closer and shoving him away.

"Just a preview" he murmured against my skin, his voice a velvet tease, his fingers slipping to the bow on my shoulder, tugging it lightly. "You can't walk out looking like this and expect me to behave."

I swatted his hand, giggling despite myself. "You're impossible!" I said, my voice wavering as his kisses sent warmth pooling in my core. "We're going to be late, and your mom will never let us hear the end of it."

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his smirk softening into something warmer, more tender. "Worth it." he said, stealing one last kiss-a quick, searing press of his lips to mine-before stepping back, finally relenting. "Fine, I'll finish getting ready. But don't think this is over, Mrs. Kim."

I rolled my eyes, hopping off the vanity and smoothing my dress, my cheeks flushed from his antics. "Go tie your tie properly," I called after him, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he flashed me a cheeky grin over his shoulder, disappearing into the closet.

And this was us on our first anniversary.

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A/n:- They're so old school, but they're my home <3