・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Happily married and eagerly awaiting San's return from his mandatory military service, Wooyoung busies himself building their home and nurturing their dreams. Just as everything seems to be going perfectly, unexpec...
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»--ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ --«
The drive back home from university was a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. After Joon's unexpected appearance, a wave of nervousness had settled over me, but Wooyoung's reassurances over the phone had calmed me somewhat. He had a way of soothing my worries with just a few words, reminding me that everything was under control.
As I navigated the busy streets of Seoul, making my way back to our apartment, my thoughts drifted to Wooyoung. I was eager to see him, to hold him close and express my love with a fervor that went beyond words. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel in time with the music from the radio, each beat bringing me closer to him.
Wooyoung had mentioned preparing a romantic date for us tonight. The specifics were a mystery, but knowing him, it would be something extraordinary. He had an innate talent for creating moments that were not just special, but unforgettable. He knew exactly how to capture my heart over and over, a skill he wielded with a delightful flair.
The thought of what awaited me at home quickened my pulse. Wooyoung's surprises were always laced with personal touches that spoke directly to our relationship—a blend of charm, humor, and deep affection. His creativity in expressing his love was just one of the many reasons I found myself so deeply enamored with him.
Pulling into the apartment complex, the flutter of excitement in my stomach grew. The anticipation of seeing Wooyoung, coupled with the evening's unknown delights, filled me with a delightful anticipation.
As I parked and made my way up to our apartment, images of past surprises played through my mind. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me as I opened the door. There he was, Wooyoung, in his pink night dress that he knew drove me wild. The soft fabric clung to him in all the right places, accentuating his figure beautifully. His long, luscious hair framed his face perfectly, adding an ethereal quality to his appearance.
The moment he turned to greet me, with that mischievous yet loving smile, I was utterly captivated. Everything about him—from the way he moved with graceful confidence to how he embraced his identity and style—made my heart skip a beat. As a man, he carried himself with a poise that was both alluring and profoundly liberating to witness.
"Welcome home," Wooyoung said, his voice a soft purr that resonated with the promise of a memorable evening ahead. His approach was slow and deliberate, each step a tantalizing dance that pulled me further into his orbit.
I closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. I kissed him, the world around us fading into a blur as we lost ourselves in each other. Tonight was about us, about celebrating our love in the beautiful, unique ways we knew best.
Wooyoung responded to the kiss with equal fervor, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he returned the passion. The connection sparked an electric warmth that flowed through us, deepening the embrace as if we could somehow merge into one. Pulling back slightly, he looked into my eyes with an intensity that both challenged and comforted me.
