❛ ━ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ━ ❜ After their world went up in smoke following the heartbreaking loss of their child, Choi San and Jung Wooyoung's engagement shattered into pieces. Each day became a battle for survival in a sea of grief. Struggling to c...
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─•~❉ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ❉~•─
In the quiet of midnight, I stirred from my nap on the sofa, slowly coming to my senses. Beside me, San lay quietly, watching over me with a warm, gentle smile. I felt the soft trace of his fingers along my face, soothing and tender. As my eyes fluttered open, I noticed tears glistening in his eyes, catching the faint light in the room. Puzzled and concerned, I searched his face for a moment before reaching out to gently wipe his tears away. The house was silent, with Hwa-Young sleeping peacefully in her room.
"Baby, why are you crying?" I whispered softly, my hand caressing his cheek as I tried to read the emotions playing across his features. He smiled softly, a bittersweet curl lifting the corners of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly, as if to dismiss his own emotions.
"It's nothing," he murmured, his voice a tender hush in the quiet room. "I just... I was watching you sleep, and I started thinking about everything we've been through. I'm just so grateful for you, Wooyoung. Grateful you're here with me, and we're together."
His words touched a deep chord within me, stirring a mix of emotions. I could feel the weight of our recent trials, the hospital visits, the uncertainty, all the fears that had clouded our days. Yet here, in this moment, there was a profound sense of closeness and shared strength between us.
"I know, love," I replied, my own voice catching slightly as I mirrored his sentiment. "It's been hard, hasn't it? But we have each other, and we'll get through this, no matter what comes our way."
San nodded, his eyes locking with mine in a moment of silent understanding and resolve. "I believe that," he said, his hand now reaching to stroke my hair, comforting me as much as I comforted him. "I believe in us."
We lay there in the dim light, the night wrapping around us like a soft blanket. The quiet was soothing, a stark contrast to the day's usual hustle. It was in these quiet moments that we often found our deepest connection, our fears and hopes gently shared.
"Let's promise each other," San continued, his voice steady and sure, "no matter how tough it gets, we'll always find our way back to moments like this. Just being together, supporting each other."
I nodded, feeling the sincerity of his words resonate within me. "I promise," I whispered back, sealing our vow with a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You're my strength, San. My heart."
"I promised to fight for you and Hwa-Young. I'm not going anywhere—someone has to scare away all those men eyeing you. The audacity of them, you're my man, and I'm your man," I murmured playfully yet sincerely, the warmth between us growing. "I'll marry you, and we will live happily."
San's smile broadened, his gaze softening further. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he responded, his voice tender. "You, me, Hwa-Young—a perfect little family. I can't imagine life without you two."
