Be My Mrs. Choi

3.1: Morning Love

The song is on repeat.

The night is getting deeper.

It's still getting hotter although the air is cold.

His breathing is in sync with yours.

No more patting.

Just hearts beating.

"Am I good enough?"
"You're great."

Sweat is trickling down your skin.

Your knees are weak.

Your heart gets weaker every time he looks at you and smiles.

Seungcheol is lying on the bed beside you, his arm under your head, your hand on his bare chest, clothes on the floor. Tonight didn't seem fit for this, but there's no way out. You've both fallen for the trap. Tension. Hormones. You can't fight it. There's no reason to fight it anyway.

"Let me ask you one thing."
"What is it?"
"You need to give me an answer specifically."
"Ok. What is it?"
"Where do you want to get married?" He said making you look at him.
"But we're already married."
"I told you I'll marry you again, but this time, properly. I want to give you your dream wedding."
"Dream wedding? My dream wedding already happened. It's marrying Choi Seungcheol."
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you didn't dream of anything for your wedding."
"Choi Seungcheol, do you even know how thankful I am already for being your wife? That's enough for me." You said before yawning already half-asleep, too tired to stay awake.
"Ani. I want to marry you again. And again. And again. I want to give you everything I can. Just let me, ok? We'll invite your friends and family, whoever you want. We'll go anywhere you want. We'll do everything you want. I want to make you happy." He said before kissing your forehead.

You don't know what else happened because you fell asleep. The only thing you remember is hearing him talk to someone on the phone.

You woke up on the bed in the morning. You can smell something delicious from the kitchen. Probably Seungcheol. But seriously, it's probably some food Seungcheol is cooking. You wore his big shirt lying on the floor and happily got up, but as soon as you stood up, you almost fell, your knees too weak.

"Are you ok?!" Seungcheol asked running into the room.
"Ne. I just...I can't stand straight." You said shyly.
"Awww. Sorry. I was too wild last night. Come here. I'll carry you." He said letting you ride his back.

He carried you on his back to the kitchen and let you sit on the kitchen island. You watched him cook the rest of the meal. He looks so manly. His back looks so perfect. You bit your lips trying to suppress yourself from touching it. His messy hair adds up to the heat building inside you.

It looks yummy, the food. He laid everything on the kitchen island beside you. Everything looks so delicious it makes your mouth water. He suddenly touched your bare leg caressing it until he reached your hip. It made you shiver a little.

"Let's eat."