Will you love me ? (COMPLETE)

HYDRANGEA

Special thanks to Yeol-BBH 💜

CHANYEOL

I turned around, only to meet the sight of my husband standing there in all his glory,Baekhyun was always beautiful. From the time he was born,when was crying and wailing in his mothers arms, his eyes were closed like every new born baby but his skin was soft ,his features were prominent , his cute lips and nose , rosy cheeks and hairs. He was born with quite a lot of hairs. When I took his small hand in mine for the first time, that was when he smiled for the very first time on this earth. His box smile is still the same. I saw him growing up, turning into a beautiful being inside out. But he was never mine back then and I was never his, here my petite husband stands with so much glamor. He reminds me of blue hydrangea, uniqueness that can only be used to describe them.

Hydrangea signifies beauty, my husband is also a epitome for beauty. Like hydrangea is very adaptive with his surrounding, so does my little husband. With the soil PH level the hydrangea changes colour. Like the way Baekhyun adjusted with my world. I am really grateful to him for his efforts and I brought a blue hydrangea bouquet for him today to apologies to him, blue hydrangea signifies apology. I todays apologize to him as he is giving far more love and sacrifice in this holy matrimonial between us that was blessed by the heavenly bodies of this world and other world.

" Hmmmm" Chen cleared his throat and I came out of world of thoughts. I was still admiring Baekhyun but I didn't realised that I made him blush with all of my staring, how can I take my eyes off him , its not possible for a heart stolen man like me to give up on the man who stole it.

I moved closer to him and gave him the bouquet that I brought for him. I smiled and said .

" Your look eternally beautiful today, husband "

I took his hand in mine and kissed the back of his delicate and beautiful hands. He blushed so profoundly. His face was stunning the darker shade of crimson, his eyes were downcast as he didn't dare to meet mine, I could feel all the eyes on us but who cares they all are like my own family. They all know my love for him, just this little puppy is oblivious, but it's better to be oblivious as I can make him to fall for me with all my efforts and genuine love .

" You both should leave or you'll be late " Chen siad while laughing and it was my turn to feel shy. I smiled at everyone and thanked them as I took Baekhyun to my car with our hands interlinked. I opened the passenger seat for him, as he was all settled I took the drivers seat.

The ride to Mr. Kim's mansion was silent with a peaceful and soothing atmosphere around both of us. When we reached the destination, I came out of the car first , handing my keys to the security and moved to the passenger seat ,I opened the gate for him and put my hand in air for him to grab. The security person took the drivers seat to park the car as we both were standing infront of the gates to enter this tedious party again , but with Baekhyun by my side I would enjoy it for sure.

"ARE WE READY ?" I asked him .

" Chan , yes I am ready but dont you dare leave me alone . You know I hate these snobs, how will I tolerate their extravagant talk about their assets ? " he snorted and I chucked at his cuteness. He always forgets he also comes from a well established family. These things make him a better person out of all the others around him.

" Okay ,your highness. Any thing else my highness " I said while raising my eyebrows and with a smirk on my face .

" Oppa stop teasing me " he siad while hitting my chest softly and pouting. I smiled and moved my left arm around his tiny waist . We entered the hall, it wa just like the hall that us shown in movies where you have to climb down the stairs to reach the ball room. Everyone there were just showing off what they opposes, all the people here are reputed but only people from the same status know about their deed that they hide behind the curtains of so called reputation and status with their fake images that they publish to the world.
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