The first thing greets me when I wake up this morning was the smell of a well-cooked meal. I knew Byulyi must have woken up first and was now cooking some breakfast—oh my, this makes me feel so giddy. It's as if we're living a marriage life already and honestly, I can totally get myself used to this routine every single morning.

I feel a little bad Byulyi had to do the cooking twice since last night. Especially when she also ended up taking Wheein home because Hyejin didn't want her girlfriend to walk home aimlessly in the midst of the night. I did offer myself to come along with Byulyi and keep her company on the way back but she refused and told me to just stay home and clean up—

Okay, did I mention we're living like a married couple yet? No? What? It has always been this way?

Oh wow, now that's really something. It just dawned to me about what Hyejin said about us, about the things we do and maybe even the things we said. It fell so perfectly in place now on why some people at the gas station, the cashier guy at the market, the pretty waiter at the restaurant and even random passerby, mistaken us as a couple. It's obviously because we always look like one without even trying.

Now, if that's not a sign, then I don't know what is.

I did a small stretch after I did a quick clean up in the bathroom and still in my white pajama as I make my way to the kitchen. Byulyi was quick to notice my presence and I caught her just in time after she put down the breakfast on the table.

"Perfect." She smiles at me.

I blushed—I'm literally boiling red.

She could be talking about the perfect timing or she could refer to how I look in her eyes. Hey, there is nothing wrong in being a little confident about myself. Who knows if she's actually think that I'm perfect? She likes me too, anyway. Byulyi didn't maintain the eye-contact and I'm glad for that because I’m a hundred percent sure if she looks at me any longer she would've noticed the blush on my cheeks.

"Oh," I noticed the dish served on the table. It looks like a simple omelet with a really nice plating. Like I said once, it looks like the dish you'll get in a rated restaurant. "What's this? Is it one of the special dishes you nailed? It looks so fancy."

Who am I kidding, it looks too fancy for breakfast.

"It's just an omelet, really."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "...Really?" It can't be just a regular omelet...right? Sigh. Maybe it is, because Byulyi is now smirking and I clearly know where this is going.

Byulyi pull the chair back for me to sit. Once I sat down, she leaned down from behind, her lips were so close to my ear and I'm starting to blush again, even redder than before.

"It's just an omelet and by the way," She starts to whisper right into my ear and god, she needs to stop because clearly this is not good for my well-being. "—I put my feelings in it, special for my pretty sunshine." I swear I almost moan at that.

The tension was real and I wasn't prepared at all.

Goddammit, Moon Byulyi—!

With the little strength in me, I try to push her away because if it goes on any longer, I will start to lose control of myself. "Yah!" Byulyi only laughs it off and makes her way to the seat across from mine. "It's not even nine am and you can't control your overwhelming grease."

She shrugs casually, "You should know by now it's hard for me to hold myself around you. I believe I told you that like a gazillion times already."

I'm trying my best to not squeal and let out an embarrassing reaction.

"Well, you should know by now it's cringing me."

"You like them. You love it when I do that."

"How did you even know that?"

"You told me."

Uh, just for your information, I never told her that.

"I know that look." Byulyi smirks. "You think I'm just making that up but no, I am not."

I sighed, maybe I really did and I forgot. Whatever. I mean, Byulyi's way of smooth talking girls (mostly me) is usually cringe worthy but they're sweet. Plus, Byulyi will only state the facts only, meaning she’s saying what she thinks true in her eyes. Although sometimes she's gone too far and even beyond human logic. There are countless times where I was caught blushing because of her. Normally, Byulyi will make fun of me. At rare chances though, I will catch her blushing too and seem to almost regret saying it out loud to my face.

Thinking about this makes me wonder since when did Byulyi start to like me... Mm, I'll ask when I have the chance.

"You're thinking too much." She chuckles and gave me one knowing sweet smile before shaking her head slowly. She looks down at her own plate, taking a small spoon of her omelet. "Mm, this is good. Eat up, Yongsun-ah." Seeing her delighted face makes me smile before I too take a small bite.

Byulyi was right. It seriously was a plain omelet but it still tastes really good. As expected from my personal chef—it's still so giddy calling her that but who cares. She's technically mine already.

During the whole breakfast, Byulyi didn't let the silence eating us up while we're eating our breakfast. She asked if I have some plans for the day and I remembered about the girls' day-out Irene suggested last night in a text. So, I told her I'm going to hang out with Irene. "What are you girls gonna do? Are you going to finally buy the ring?" I took a quick glance at her.

Her expression was almost pleading despite how calm she is.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know. Maybe?" I swear it was supposed to be a joke.

But I was too late to explain myself when Byulyi stops eating suddenly. Although she's still looking calm but there's something in the way she looks at me. She didn't say anything for nearly a minute and then she broke our eye-contact. She starts to continue eating again and still not say anything, not asking anything. The silence is very droughting. It actually scares me a little. Is she angry at me because I sounded so uncertain? Ugh, stupid Yongsun, why did I even answer her like that? I swear I have the worst joke taste. Sigh.

"I'm going to go meet up with Amber and Soojung today." She suddenly talks once she's done eating and wipes the unstained corner of . "I might be out for the whole day and be done in the evening. I was wondering if we could go out after that? How long are you gonna be out with Irene?"

Is that what I think it is?

I couldn't help but bite my bottom lip, holding up a smile. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

The smile she's drawing on her lips made me forget my anxiety. I must be overthinking it when I thought she became upset at my respond. She must be nervous thinking about how she's going to deliver the invitation to me. Ah, she's so cute.

Byulyi chuckles at me and sends me a teasing smirk, "I don't know. Maybe?"

Aish, I see what you did there, Moon Byulyi.

"Yah, that's cheating!"

I watched her get up from her seats, laughing lightly and crossing her way to me. Her smile never falters and I suddenly became nervous when she's exactly in front of me, staring down at me on my seat. She was just standing there, locking our gazes before her tongue her lips. I can tell she's nervous too.

She gulped softly. "Yes, I am asking you out on a date." She said in her low-husky tone.

There is no way I'm going to say no to that but of course I'm still trying my best to not sound too excited. I failed, sigh, of course I failed. How can you even resist her? I literally pounced at her with a squeal. I can see she's almost as excited as I am when she wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground and spun me twice. I yelped at the sudden gesture, resulting her putting me down on the ground almost immediately.

I sighed and told her I was just surprised. We ended up standing still in each other's arms. Her hands on my waist and my arms around her neck—and I love how she's slightly taller than me. Clearly, our height is one of my favorite dynamics.

"Sorry," She breathes out. "I was just excited... I've been wanting to ask you this for a hell while."

“Well, I’ve been waiting for a hell while too. Took you long enough.” I bit down my lower lip when my eyes accidentally fell down to her pair of lips. The sudden thought about kissing her right there and then entered my head faster than light. But I did my best to push away that thought because I know once I start, I doubt I can control myself enough to stop.

Her light laughter brings a small smile on my lips. “Guess we’re even now.”

She pecks me on the cheek. Byulyi looks a little shy and it’s so adorable. I’m glad she only dares to go as far as kissing my cheek. I’m just going to guess she’s trying to be considerate of me, not wanting to do anything without my consent.

As we stay in each other’s arms, I’m starting to wonder what are we right now.

No one is saying the ‘GF’ or ‘dating’ word. As far as I know, we only settle on going with the flow and act on everything like usual—only now we’re very aware of our feelings for each other. But are we dating? Are we really girlfriends now? It just dawns to me too that Byulyi haven’t even told me if she loves me too. I mean, I’m sure she does but isn’t she supposed to let me know. Saying it to me verbally? I did ask, so she’s supposed to at least give me an answer to my confession (save the proposal for when I finally buy the ring).

“Um, Byulyi…” Her eyes found mine.

“I know what you’re thinking.” She gently pulls me closer to her until my head rests on her chest and my arms fell to circle around her middle.

We fit each other so well.

The tension slowly subsided as we both relax in each other’s arms. I wonder, has it always been like this? I remember it is always felt so right being in Byulyi’s arms or having her in mine. Right now, where I know we both want the same thing from each other, it almost felt not real.

I smile when Byulyi put her chin on top of my head. “Yeah? What am I thinking?” I dared.

“You’re thinking…” She starts moving, but not away from me. Byulyi still keeping in her arms as we start swaying to an imaginary music. “You’re thinking about how lucky you are to have me—” Yes, I scoffed at that. It is true but it’s embarrassing admitting it out loud. “—and you’re thinking about how gorgeous I am.”

I swear if I’m not too busy enjoying this moment, I would have hit her without regret. She should be thankful when she only earned another scoff from me. “You’re so full of yourself, you know.”

Byulyi gives a short pause before saying, “You didn’t deny it, did you?”

I hate it when she’s right.

“You missed one more thing.”

“Hm?”

I pulled away just a little and tip-toeing to kiss her on the cheek. She looks red in the face, and even the tip of her ears. “I’m also thinking about how badly I want to marry you.” I whispered, resuming the hug again.

“Good,” She breathed. After a few seconds, she says, “We share the same thought.”

Great minds think alike, right?

We stayed like that for another two minutes. Am I feeling a little sore? Yes, actually, since we’re both standing on our feet. Am I regretting it? A big no, it’s worth it if that means I can stay being so close with Byulyi longer and listening to her steady heart beating.

Much to my dismay, we separated when Byulyi said she needs to prepare. I need to prepare too but before Byulyi completely detaching herself from me, I asked for another kiss. She obliged to my request. Still on the cheek, but I’m okay with that. It’s better than nothing at all.

Since I took a shower first, I finished earlier than Byulyi. I peeked my head into my room, seeing Byulyi standing in front of the mirror while applying light make up to her lips. I almost forgot to breathe at the sight of her. She was still only wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. Two of the shirt’s buttons were still left undone and I took this chance as I walk up to her and slides myself in-between her and the mirror, blocking her view.

“Oh—unnie.” She muttered. Her eyes went wide and soften almost immediately.

I couldn’t help but realize how close we are to each other’s faces that I almost let out a shy small. “What did I tell you about calling me without honorifics?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask away the shyness. I broke our eye-contact and my eyes went down, focusing on the two undone buttons as my fingers starts fixing it. “Anyway, I’m going to meet up with Irene in an hour and since you’ll be going to meet your friends too, you can just take my car for the day but you gotta drop me off at the café first.”

Once I was done, I patted her shoulders and tugs her collar a little. However, Byulyi remained in her silence and when I look up at her, I realized she’s been staring at me with those eyes. Those eyes that I used to not know what it means. Those eyes that I used to deny it meant she has feelings for me. Unknowingly, my lips turn into a small smile.

“God, you’d make a perfect wife.” She suddenly said, almost whispering.

I’m instantly turning into a blushing mess. I know that one was very sincere because I’m not the only one with reddened cheeks here. I swear I could just kiss her there but I don’t know if I should be relieved or extremely annoyed when my phone rings and it was even before I can move a muscle. With a mental sigh and small smile, I was out of her personal space area to grab my phone.

It’s kind of hard to make difference of Byulyi’s sigh as I parted with her though. I couldn’t tell if she’s happy or relieved, too. I’m betting on the latter.

I was right about the phone call. It really was Irene who called. The call also didn’t take long as she only confirms me about the time and also said her ‘bear’ wants to join us. I almost cringe—scratch that, I did cringe!—at the way she said ‘my bear’ – sigh, she sounded like a whipped girlf