・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Jung Wooyoung, known for his hot pink cosplay outfits, has blossomed with confidence thanks to his boyfriend, San. Enduring a time apart due to San's work, Wooyoung has held his own. But upon San's return, the dynami...
The living room was a picturesque scene of celebration, adorned with a myriad of gifts of varying sizes. Small boxes nestled beside larger ones, creating a colorful mosaic of joy and generosity. The morning light streamed through the wide windows, casting a gentle glow over our wedding suits, which hung elegantly, catching the sunlight. I meticulously cleaned and steamed them, each careful motion a testament to the importance of this new chapter in our lives. As I worked, the soft, soothing melody of IU's "Love Wins All" played in the background, filling the room with its gentle, romantic tones. I found myself humming along, a content smile spreading across my lips as I sang quietly under my breath.
The soft breeze from the open windows fluttered the curtains, bringing in the fresh, invigorating scent of the morning. I was delicately lifting our suits, admiring their pristine condition, when I felt the familiar warmth of San's arms wrapping around my waist. His touch was gentle, yet it sent a thrill through me, a reminder of our deep connection. He moved my hair away from my face and neck, his lips brushing softly against my skin in tender, lingering kisses that made me shiver with delight.
Two days had passed since we got married, and they were a whirlwind of joy and activity. We spent our time unpacking the myriad of gifts from our loved ones and preparing San for his upcoming military service. He was set to leave in three days, and every moment felt precious. I smiled softly as I hung our wedding suits back by the window, letting the sunlight catch the fabric. Turning around, I wrapped my arms around San's neck, pulling him close.
"Now you're my husband—my very handsome husband," I murmured playfully, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
San's eyes sparkled with affection as he curled his fingers around the fabric of my nightdress, drawing me even closer. "And I think I have the most beautiful husband—sweet, caring, and looking incredibly beautiful in his pink nightdress," he whispered back, his breath warm against my ear.
I couldn't help but smile, feeling a flutter of happiness in my chest. Turning away for a moment, I reached for the suits to carry them to our bedroom. Just as I was about to walk away, San's fingers brushed lightly over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. He gently but firmly pulled me back, his grip on my neck both possessive and tender. Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine, intense and full of longing.
The kiss was a mix of passion and desperation, a reflection of the time we had left together before his departure. I dropped the suits, my hands flying up to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I kissed him back with equal fervor. The world seemed to blur around us, leaving only the sensation of his lips, his touch, the pounding of my heart.
