If I Could Dance With You Again

Special Chapter

Aaliyah Brielle

The first thing I felt was the rhythm of the waves. They weren't just sounds—they were a heartbeat, steady and alive, echoing against the sand. The salty air filled my lungs, and for a moment, I forgot everything else. I slipped out of bed, barefoot, hair still tangled from sleep, and ran straight out of the cabin. The sand was cool beneath my feet, the horizon painted in hues of gold and blue.

I stood there, arms wrapped around myself, staring at the ocean. It was vast, endless, and yet it felt like it belonged to me. The waves whispered secrets, urging me to dance. I lifted my foot, ready to step into the rhythm, when a familiar voice cut through the morning air.

"What are you smiling at, baby?"

Soonyoung. Always appearing when I least expected him, always knowing how to pull me back from my thoughts. He grinned, mischievous as ever. "Planning to dance in the waves without me? Na-ah. You dance with me."

Before I could protest, he pulled me close. His right hand pressed against my back, his left clasped mine. There was no music, but our bodies moved as if they had rehearsed this moment for years. The ocean became our orchestra, the sand our stage.

Then, suddenly, music filled the air.

Now playing: How Do I Live Without You.

I blinked, startled. "Is that from our villa?"

Soonyoung only shrugged, pulling me closer. His eyes softened, full of love. He swayed with me as if this were our wedding dance. I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"I could not live without you, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

The world stilled. For a moment, it was just us—two souls bound together, dancing to a song that had carried us through years of joy and pain.

Breakfast awaited us on the porch. I gasped when I saw the setup—flowers, food, music, everything arranged with care. The triplets stood nearby, grinning. Leo gave his dad a thumbs up, Leon smirked, and Faline handed me a bouquet.

"Happy 10th year, babe," Soonyoung said, kissing me softly.

"Yuck," the kids chorused, wrinkling their noses.

"I made that, Mom," Faline whispered proudly. She had been into handicraft things lately. I am glad she had seen a hobby other than taking care of her little pet, Hosh – a tiger.

"Only because I didn't have time," Soonyoung teased.

I laughed, shaking my head. "I thought you guys were busy with your friends."

"Not when Appa needs help, Eomma," Leon replied confidently. He hugged us both. "Happy 10 years, Mom and Dad."

Callie joined in, cheerful as always. Leo, reluctantly pushed by Faline, gave us the longest hug of all.

"Let's sit," Soonyoung said, and our romantic breakfast for two became a family feast.

They're fourteen now—teens in that awkward, curious phase. They're growing up fast, becoming more independent, more distant. But Soonyoung keeps pulling us together.

Yes, the Kwon Soonyoung of Seventeen married me.

We're at Diamond Edge Resort, the island where we first met. A gift from Ruby, Yanika, and April—an unlimited stay, no checkout date. We left SK and the kids with their nannies, planning a quiet anniversary. But here they are.

"Meogeo (먹어). Dig in, guys," Soonyoung said, serving me first.

"Are you staying here?" I asked.

"We might, Mom. We've got a break from school," Leon replied. They study overseas—Soonyoung didn't want them pressured by the Korean system. I agreed. Seungcheol oppa even helped us choose their school.