Yongsun and Byul-YI were standing in the yard of their future house.
The massage therapist looked at her fiancée with a shocked expression.
__ I can't believe you did all that in secret. I thought the foundation of the house was finished. Not the entire house.
Smiling, the architect wrapped her arms around the younger one's neck.
__ That's not right. You could say the skeleton is done. I brought you here to discuss the color of the walls, the types of tiles...
__ Huh? Decoration and shit... So respectful, Yongsun-ah.__ Byul-YI mumbled with a hint of irony.
The black-haired woman placed a peck on her lover's lips and replied:
__ I also want you to tell me where the baby's bedroom should be. I mean... that will be converted into a teen's room someday. So I don't think it would be appropriate to have it beside ours.
Widening her eyes, the taller one spoke with a faint voice:
__ Baby's... bedroom? Yong, are you really mentioning a baby?
Grinning, Yongsun nodded:
__ Haven't you said a thousand times that I'm gonna be your children's mother?
Pulling the older one by the hips, the taller one winked:
__ Yeah. Because I am your destiny. But I didn't expect you to say that.
__ Actually, I've been thinking about it, and... I'd love to carry a tiny Byul.__ The brunette blushed.
The handsome female's eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed:
__ Ddunieeee! Am I dreaming or something?
__ I mean it. If you don't mind me being the one to carry our baby.__ The architect hid her face in her lover's neck.
The massage therapist giggled and lifted Yongsun.
She let her woman slide down slowly and they both got aroused because of their bodies' friction.
Byul-YI kissed the black-haired one intensely, and Yongsun moaned loudly.
__ Babe... There are people working in the house. Take it easy.
__ It was just a kiss.__ The massage therapist laughed naughtily.
Yongsun faked a slap on her lover before placing a peck on her lips.
__ About you carrying our baby, I can't wait to pamper you during pregnancy.__ Byul-YI declared.
Widening her eyes, the older one spoke and her voice cracked:
__ Byul Byul, calm down. We should go slowly. How about we wait a couple of years?
The handsome female smirked and responded:
__ Don't worry, Yong. I want to enjoy my wife a lot before we become mothers. 2 or 3 years go by fast.
__ Great. So let's go inside. I left my spare laptop in the house. We can use it to pick the paintings, tiles, and anything else.
Shaking her head, Byul-YI smiled again and commented:
__ We are certainly meant to be. Even though I always said we would get married, I never made specific plans. Meanwhile, you are the type who plans every little detail.
Getting flustered, Yongsun confessed:
__ I am. To be honest, I even made a list related to our wedding. Please, don't give up on me.
Slapping her fiancée's butt, Byul-YI pulled her into the house and said:
__ As if this is even possible. I'm okay with you making plans and being the boss. As long as we switch in bed.
The dark-haired female bit her lips and glanced at her lover with a naughty face:
__ I have no objection whatsoever.
Byul-YI looked around and clapped her hands.
__ Damn! You're doing everything just the way I asked. Love you so much, Ddun!
__ I love you too, Byul Byul. Anything that matters to you automatically matters to me.__ The architect grinned, exposing her dimples.
The massage therapist squeezed the brunette's cheeks and rubbed her nose against her chin.
__ About the baby's bedroom, I think you were right. Let's build it a bit far from ours. We can monitor everything from our room while they are still very young. And as time goes by, everyone keeps their privacy. Kids deserve it too.
__ I know, right? I don't wanna be that type of mother who listens to private talks. We are gonna raise a person who can trust us enough to share what is relevant.__ Yongsun nodded.
The 24-year-old exhaled and scratched her nape while making a shy face.
__ What is it, Byul Byul?
__ You're gonna think I'm a perv. But your mentality is so beautiful and stimulating. I'm kinda horny right now. If I had a dick, I would put a baby inside of you just for the pleasure of doing it. Sorry...__ Byul-YI blushed.
Yongsun fanned herself and cursed:
__ Fuck! Son of a bitch! I don't even miss dicks. You fulfill me physically, emotionally, romantically, etc. But why did you say that? I am so excited right now, Byul-ah! Now I want you to try to knock me up. It doesn't matter that we can't.
The younger one cracked up and questioned:
__ How about the guys who are working here right now? They might hear us.
__ I don't think I care.__ The architect's voice went lower.
Byul-YI caressed her fiancée's hand and licked her mouth.
__ I can't believe I am the one saying this but...cool down, babe. We'll be marrying in 2 months. Let's not disturb the constructors. Plus, I don't want a bunch of motherfuckers fantasizing about my woman because they heard her moan.
Face calming, Yongsun mumbled:
__ Shit! I hadn't thought about that. You're right. I don't want them thinking of you this way either.
The massage therapist hugged the shorter one and murmured:
__ You are the cutest, Kim Yongsun. Despite knowing that we belonged together, I didn't imagine that it would be so good to build a life with you. I could feel our connection. I just didn't fully understand. You know what I mean?
Sighing, the architect hugged her girl back and beamed.
__ Yes, I get it. Even though It took me such a long time to open up to the possibility of us being something, this is how I feel now. You are the love of my life. I can't stand the idea of us being apart. Or just friends. My mind has only images of our future together. You and I, the kids, and our puppies and kitties.
__ Nothing will break us apart, Yong Yong. After all the hard time you gave me, you'll be mine forever.__ The brown-haired one declared with a serious tone.
Yongsun bit Byul's lips and protested:
__ Stop acting like you were rejected a million times and lived like a hermit for years. I get angry whenever I remember you used to be fuck boy!
Giggling, the younger one asked:
__ Is the garage finished?
__ Yes. Why?__ The architect frowned.
Byul-YI leaned toward the brunette's ear and whispered:
__ If we park the car there and lock the gate, nobody will listen to us while I fuck you.
__ You bitch! Let's go!__ Yongsun growled.
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You're gonna marry me
Fanfiction8-year-old Moonbyul meets her brother's best friend Yongsun( 6 years older) and tells her she will be her wife someday, which seems cute in the teenager's eyes. Minhyuk and Yongsun go through many things together and date and break up several times...
