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THAT MORNING, Micha woke up to the soft sound of piano music drifting through the air. Blinking her eyes open, she noticed a neatly folded note on the pillow next to her. In Namjoon's very distinctive handwriting, it read:
Good morning, my love. Today is all about *you*. Dress comfortably and meet me in the living room. The first surprise awaits.
Curious and smiling already, Micha got ready and walked into the living room, where Namjoon stood waiting, clearly nervous and holding a bouquet of wildflowers.
"You always say roses are overrated," he said with a sheepish grin, holding out the bouquet. "So I thought these felt more like you."
The bouquet was a mix of daisies, lavender, and baby's breath, tied with a piece of twine. It smelled of spring and sunshine, a perfect reflection of their easygoing love. Micha took the flowers, her heart already swelling, and leaned up to kiss him.
"You're too good to me, you know that?"
"Just good enough," he teased. "Ready for our day?"
Turns out, the surprise, which was soon to be the first of many, was Namjoon taking Micha to a modern art gallery tucked in a quiet corner of the city.
The building itself was a masterpiece-glass walls framed with dark steel, allowing natural light to spill into the high-ceilinged space. Inside, the polished concrete floors echoed softly with their footsteps as they wandered past vivid abstract paintings and intricate sculptures.
Namjoon guided Micha to his favorite section, a collection of sculptures blending wood and stone. The lighting here was softer, warmer, casting gentle shadows that gave the pieces an almost lifelike quality. One sculpture, in particular, caught Micha's attention-two trees intertwined, their roots visibly entangled beneath them.
"Look at this one," Namjoon said, his voice low and thoughtful, as if he could sense her gaze. "It's called 'Roots and Branches.' The artist said it's about how two people grow together, their lives becoming inseparable while still standing strong on their own."
Micha ran her fingers over the description card, touched by the sentiment. "It's beautiful. Kind of like us, don't you think?"
Namjoon smiled, his dimple showing. "Exactly like us."
Their next destination was Micha's favorite kind of place-a cozy, independent bookstore hidden between two old brick buildings. A bell jingled softly as they stepped inside. The store smelled of aged paper and coffee, and the shelves stretched all the way to the ceiling, filled with books of every size and genre. A ladder on wheels leaned against one wall, and a reading nook in the back corner had mismatched chairs, a warm lamp, and a threadbare rug.
"Pick absolutely anything you like," Namjoon said, watching Micha's face light up.
"What about you?" Micha asked, pulling a book off the shelf.
