Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

E P I L O G U E 🔞 pt.1

M I N J I
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And you know what?

That dare did come true.

It's been 7 glorious years, and I'm married to the most amazing and beautiful woman I have ever seen—my bully.

A year after our fateful reunion, I decided to transfer my work to St. Louis and work alongside Yeonjun instead. One, it brought me even closer to Hanni, and we didn't have to deal with a long-distance relationship. Two, I got to be proposed to as soon as she knelt down on one knee in front of people in the lobby of our new apartment after I decided to move to her after 6 months of settling in the city with certain things. And lastly, three, well, I'm able to start a new chapter of my life with Hanni, a chapter that doesn't really have an end on the pages of our book.

Everything else just went by smoothly, surprisingly.

Being with Hanni just made me forget about all the stresses in life and move on.

Like right now, I've just had an argument with Yeonjun regarding the baby tiger we've been treating over the past couple of months, and I'm frustrated. Sometimes, I try to tell myself I should've just asked Hanni to move in with me in the city where I can work with sweet and sensitive Karina. Plus, Ryujin and Yuna were there too, and I really wanted to introduce her to Yuna since she was Ryujin's wife.

Going back, I'm opening the door and kicking my sneakers off when I smell the amazing food she's probably cooking for dinner.

I smile brightly and bounce my way towards the kitchen.

"Smells amazing," I say in greeting, leaning against the open door frame as I smirk at Hanni's plump butt poking out of the apron.

How dare she cook naked?

Doesn't she know a little someone can be walking around at this time of the day?

Oh wait, I forgot, she's at school right now.

Hanni twists her neck back and smiles at me, waving her metal spatula cutely as I giggle and saunter my way over to her, dropping my bag on the counter.

I wrap my arms lovingly around her waist and kiss her softly on the lips despite how awkward our position is.

My wife scrunches her nose and licks her lips, resting her head back on my shoulder.

"But I stink of sweat," she replies, pouting her lips.

I chuckle and roll my eyes playfully, though she cannot really see me.

"I'm talking about the food, silly," I tease her, nuzzling my nose against the crook of her neck as Hanni lets out a melodic giggle.

"I know, I was just messing with you, Min."

She turns around and circles her arms around my neck, pulling us back so that she rests against the stove as we continue to just stare into each other's eyes passionately.

I will never, ever get tired of admiring Hanni. No matter what she may say about me "one day losing that stare," I don't ever see myself stopping my appreciation for her beauty.

"So," I hum, curling my lips up into a grin. "You're home pretty early."

Hanni nods and twirls a few locks of my dark hair with her finger.

"The company wanted a break today, so I got a call saying not to go there anymore," she explains, sighing deeply as she leans forward and plants a kiss on my mouth just because she wants to.

"And what reason might you have for being naked?" I ask, arching a perfectly manicured eyebrow as I try to withhold my smirk.

She slaps my arm and lightly pushes my shoulders, causing me to step back and watch her lift the cover of the pan and continue her cooking.