𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩: 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚.
In an upscale private academy known for its strict adherence to tradition and conservative dress codes, Wooyoung stands out-not just for his bright personality but for his bold fashion choices...
The buoyancy of my mood carried me through the day as I busied myself around our home. With each swipe of the dust cloth and each stir of the pot on the stove, I felt a growing sense of contentment and normalcy returning. Soft music filled the air, melding with the sunlit ambience that streamed through the open windows, adding a rhythm to my steps as I hummed along.
Weather was splendid, the sun casting a glow over the pool outside, its water shimmering invitingly. I imagined San and I spending the evening there, enjoying a quiet dinner, the type of date night we hadn't had in a while. I was dressed in one of San's white buttoned shirts—it was a bit too large for me, and it kept slipping off one shoulder as I moved around, but I loved the way it smelled like him, like home.
As I was setting the table, arranging everything perfectly for our dinner, I heard the front door open, followed by the familiar sound of footsteps and the rustling of shopping bags. Excitement bubbled up inside me, and I rushed toward the sound, eager to see San and what he had brought.
I rounded the corner, I stopped short at the sight that greeted me. San stood there, a big bouquet of roses obscuring his face, the vivid colors bursting with life and beauty. A giggle escaped me at the sight of him playfully hidden behind the flowers.
"You're doing it again, spoiling me with roses," I whispered, stepping closer with a happy smile spreading across my face. I peeked around the bouquet to see his eyes twinkling with joy.
San lowered the flowers, revealing a broad, affectionate smile. "I can't help it. I love seeing your reaction," he replied, his voice soft with affection. He stepped forward, placing the bouquet in my hands and leaning in for a quick, tender kiss on my lips. "And I love spoiling you."
I took the roses, inhaling their sweet fragrance, and placed them carefully on the table. "They're beautiful, San. Thank you," I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. It was these moments, these small gestures of love and thoughtfulness, that continually stitched our lives together, making each day a little brighter than the last.
He unpacked the rest of the shopping, revealing a bottle of our favorite wine and an assortment of desserts. "I thought we could make tonight special," he said, his eyes meeting mine with a promise of a peaceful, enjoyable evening ahead.
The anticipation of spending the evening together, enjoying dinner and maybe a swim in the pool later, filled me with a happiness that had been scarce in recent times. It was as if we were rediscovering the simple joys of our life together, reaffirming our bond with each meal, each conversation, each shared laugh.
As San set the wine on the table and moved to help me with dinner, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for him, for this life we were building together, no matter the challenges we faced. Tonight, it was just us, our love, and the promise of many more moments like this, filled with roses, laughter, and the warmth of being together.
