"Yeobo?" How I enjoyed hearing him call me that. I glanced at the ring on my left hand and smiled as I answered.

"I'm in the living room."It didn't take him two seconds to reach me, and I giggled as I felt his arms wrap around my waist. 

"I missed you," he whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too. How many proposals did you get today?" He smirked.

"Only one. But she was barely five, so that doesn't count."

"Don't you know that girls always worship the prince they wanted to marry at that age?"

"Did you worship me when you were five?"

"I didn't even know you. But I bet I would have if I did," I said while I turned around in his arms with the cutest smile. He tapped my nose, then gently put his lips on mine. 

"The guys asked if we want to go out for dinner tomorrow night."

"Sounds nice. If I don't get killed by fangirls, it's all good for me.

"They adore you. They want me to be happy. And if there's anything in this world that makes me happy, it's having you around. I love you.

"I love you too." I had to admit, living with the famous Bang Yongguk hasn't always been a fairytale. We had been hiding our relationship for three years, even we sometimes couldn't quite figure out what was going on. But he got sick and tired of lying to his friends, and so did I. So we decided to tell his management. Crawling on our knees for them to give us a chance. They hated me, but as soon as Yongguk told them