❛ ━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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─•~❉ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ❉~•─
Three Weeks Later
Three weeks had passed in a blur of recovery and quiet contentment. As I shuffled around our bedroom, arranging everything for a serene evening, I was filled with a sense of anticipation. I had planned a special night to celebrate Wooyoung's continued improvement and our first moment alone since Hwa-Young went to her grandparents for the summer holiday. The bedroom was softly lit with candles, fresh sheets adorned the bed, and plush robes lay ready for us—a small sanctuary crafted within our home.
It was already late in the evening when I heard the door open and Wooyoung's soft hum as he entered. Each day seemed to bring more vitality back to him; his hair was growing out, slowly returning to its previous lushness, adding to the youthful glow of his complexion. There was a new energy in his movements—a vivid contrast to the weariness that had once shadowed his features.
He stepped into the bedroom and paused, taking in the tranquil scene with a soft smile that touched his eyes, lighting them up with warmth and love. Approaching me, his steps were unhurried, each one measured and filled with a quiet grace. As he reached me, his arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me into a gentle embrace. He watched me for a moment, his gaze soft and affectionate, his fingers tenderly stroking my back.
Then, leaning forward, he kissed me softly, a touch as light as a feather yet deep with meaning. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, of battles fought and won together, of a deep-seated love that had been tested and had endured.
"Everything looks perfect," Wooyoung murmured against my lips, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. "Thank you for this."
"It's nothing," I replied, feeling a flush of happiness from his appreciation. "I just wanted us to have a special night, just the two of us, to celebrate... everything."
Wooyoung's embrace tightened slightly, his closeness enveloping me in a shared warmth. "I can't think of anything more perfect," he said, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "Being here with you, like this, it's all I need."
As I cradled Wooyoung's face in my hands, pressing my lips against his, there was a moment of pure connection that seemed to slow time. He responded with a gentle hum, a sound that vibrated with affection and warmth, resonating through the quiet of the room. Slowly, he pulled my shirt over my head, each movement deliberate and filled with tenderness. His smile was soft, filled with an unspoken love as he carefully placed his jacket onto the chair, the fabric falling with a soft whisper.
Our fingers interlaced naturally, the familiar touch grounding and intimate as he led me towards the bathroom. His steps were slow and confident, a testament to the strength he had garnered over the difficult months. Throughout his treatment, Wooyoung had become a pillar of resilience, displaying an unwavering determination that inspired everyone around him. Even as he continued with his chemotherapy sessions, there was a newfound vigor in his demeanor, a silent declaration that he was fighting, not just for his own health, but for our family.
