MLD | MW [✔]

21. Epilogue: Wonwoo [End]

"Is this 'Euro-boy chic' enough?" I ask Joohyun, holding up a man-purse while wearing white trousers and a white and beige lined button-down. Most of the buttons are undone to show off my non-buff chest like all the other boys I've seen walking around the Amalfi Coast.

"Yes, but it's a thousand degrees and you already sweat under pressure. Swap the pants for shorts." She flings shorts at me, hitting me in the face with them. "And hurry up. I didn't fly all the way here to watch you play dress-up."

I don't even watch her leave the hotel suite. Good riddance, whore.

She has a damn point, though. I switch out the white pants for white shorts, slip my feet into deck shoes, and debate a fedora. I mean, my hat phase ended when summer did, and I got sick of picking them up off the floor after Mingyu got handsy. But they are nice for hiding sweat, even though they make me sweat even more.

Gah! I love and hate Italy! So many new fashion options, and I'm buckling under the pressure.

"Wonwoo!" Mingyu shouts from the bathroom, steam billowing out of the propped open door. "Did you steal my razors?"

Sure as shit did. I threw them out with the room service trays last night. I like him with scruff, so fuck him for wanting to shave it all off. "No!"

"Jeon Wonwoo," he says in his stern voice.

I look over with my innocent eyes, blinking at all the water dripping down his chest and the lack of a towel around his naked hips. Mmm. Two days and he'll be legally mine, and then he can never escape me.

"Yes, darling?" He tried all my nicknames, so now I'm trying out a few to find one that fits him. Haven't found the winner yet.

"Where are my razors? I packed ten of them and all I can find is this." He holds up an electric trimmer that certainly does not shave down to the skin. I purposefully left that one as a compromise, since I'm mature now.

"You probably forgot them like you forgot your phone."

"You stole my phone, you fucking demon."

Sure as shit did. I threw it on the apartment floor right as we were walking out the door. He's been attached to that thing, researching our wedding venue, being a groomzilla, and taking odd jobs to keep himself sane, and I wanted all his attention on me and only me for this trip. Honestly, by now, he should have expected it.

I blink at him again. "You didn't even compliment my outfit." I pout. "See? My nails are 'seazy breezy.'" I waggle my blunt ocean-blue nails at him.

His dick takes notice, at least.

And I take notice of it, licking my lips to get him off the razor hunt.

"Don't, you little demon," he warns me. "We have to be out there in ten minutes."

"It's our dinner. We can be late if we want to." I drop the man-purse and sway my hips on my way over to him. Mingyu watches me like I'm going to detonate or something equally as destructive, so I trail a blue nail from his chin to his cock. "Mm."

"Wonwoo."

I wrap my fingers around his dick and feel it harden fully against my palm. "Yes, fiancé?"

But I don't give him enough brain space to answer. I run my fist over the length of him, watching his eyes the whole time. Mingyu's chest inflates, and before he lets his breath out, he has an internal debate about time management and being late to dinners. On the exhale, he reaches forward to grab my chin.

"You threw them out, didn't you?"

I pump my fist and bat my lashes. "I would never."

"You manipulated your way into making me look how you want me to look." His hips buck, fucking my fist now.