" Do you, Yong Junhyung, take Kim Hyuna as your wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?"

"Yes, yes I do. " Junhyung states firmly, his gaze unmoving from my eyes.

" And you-"

" Yes I do, definitely, I do." I cut the priest off, smiling up at Junhyung with a racing heart. Junhyung smiles, lifting his cheekbones. My toes curl up

in anticipation.

"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife , you may now kiss the bride." 

Junhyung takes a deep breath and grins at me. I grin back shyly, ducking my head, my cheeks warm. He leans in slowly, I shut my eyes and listen to

my heart thudding in my ears. I hold my breath. His lips touches mine softly.

It's official.

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I lean out at the balcony overlooking the seaside, chills running up my spine as the wind blew endlessly.

"Hey there, wife." Junhyung calls me softly, hugging my waist. I jumped. aish. This namja.....

I hold up a finger to my lips " Shh! you'll embarrass me." I whispered to him sternly. He laughs at me with that precious smile of him. 

" Don't you...have anything to wish or say for me...? " He asks, his eyes shining unusually bright. He seems drunk. 

I frown up at him. " I do, actually, take responsibility of me. my hands, they're cold." I said, outstretching my hands.

He raises his eyebrows and stare at me, stumped. He breaks into a smile and shakes his head. he chuckles and takes a step closer to me. 

" I 'll be responsible for your whole self." He whispers, taking my hands in his and blow them warm casually.

I stare at him, heating up my hands for me. Why is this man, whom I've never known till a few months ago so kind and caring. My warm heart

expands due to his gesture and on impulse, I encircle his neck with my arms and put my head on his taut chest. I bite my lip happily.

This is home, I thought.

" What's the best present you've gotten? " I ask.

He frowns thoughtfully and pauses. "You." He says lovingly with a cardiac arrest worthy smile.

I smile on the inside but roll my eyes at him exasperatedly. "Seriously."

He laughs. " What makes you think I'm not being serious?"

He asks, blinking questioningly at me. I pouted.

" Okay, okay. This, then. This is the best present, yet. " He grins teasingly.

I smile, holding in my laugh and hug him again.

I hope it won't be the last.....~

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