💌: hi!! bringing lolove couple back slowly since uni will be over in a couple of weeks~ i have already written a lot of acts since last year and i hope you guys will look forward ~ suggestion are highly appreciated too~ LIKE,COMMENT,AND REBLOG to show love~
At work, things were different.
Not cold, not distant—just… professional. Respectful. Carefully measured in a way that made the edges of your shared reality feel like a secret only the two of you truly understood.
You worked in marketing, on the 14th floor. Sunghoon was one floor below in finance, buried under spreadsheets and budget approvals most of the day. The entire office knew you were married—your wedding photos were public, and you’d both attended the company dinner a few months back hand-in-hand—but the novelty had worn off quickly. People smiled, teased lightly, called you the “golden couple,” but otherwise? It was back to business.
Still, there were moments.
Like when your phone buzzed during a tedious brand meeting with a message from him:
The finance team is boring without you. Wanna fake a budget crisis and come down? 🙄
Or when you’d sneak into the elevator just as the doors were closing, catching his surprised grin before he immediately reached out to press the emergency hold button.
“Missed you,” he’d say quietly, like it wasn’t the first time he’d seen you that day.
You’d fix his collar or steal a quick peck on the cheek when no one was looking. Then the doors would open, and you’d step out like coworkers again—two people on different floors, different departments, different rhythms.
But not really.
Sometimes, after a long day, you’d catch each other in passing—him walking into the break room just as you were leaving it, coffee mug in hand.
“Hey,” he’d say casually, hand brushing lightly against yours as he passed.
You’d glance back, barely hiding a smile. “Hi.”
That one word carried so much. Hi, I missed you. Hi, we still have dinner plans. Hi, I packed your lunch this morning with the extra sauce you like. Hi, I’m counting down the minutes until I get to go home with you.
One particularly bad Monday, you were swamped—meetings stacked back-to-back, edits due, deadlines crashing into one another. You hadn’t had lunch, hadn’t looked at your phone in two hours, and you were this close to crying over a corrupted file when someone knocked on your office door.
It was Sunghoon’s intern, grinning.
“He said you forgot to eat. And to take a breath.”
You blinked, confused, until she held up the small brown bag. Inside was your favorite takeout order and a folded napkin that simply said in his handwriting:
My wife doesn’t skip meals. Love you. Floor 13’s watching. Be cool. 😎
You laughed quietly, biting back a tear.
Later, as you made your way to the elevator, you stopped on the 13th floor, peeked into the finance bullpen, and caught him at his desk—headphones on, brows furrowed over numbers.
You left a sticky note on his monitor before slipping back upstairs.
You’re annoyingly thoughtful. See you at home, lolove. 💌
On Fridays, there was always a little extra buzz in the building. Casual day. Shorter hours. Afternoon coffee runs.
You usually coordinated those with Yeji, who had an internship in HR now and was still getting used to the office pace. But some days, Sunghoon would text you just before 3PM:
Coffee? You, me, corner of the building, five minutes.
It was the only place in the building with the wide floor-to-ceiling windows and just enough foot traffic to feel normal—yet quiet enough to steal a moment.
He’d be there waiting, holding your drink exactly how you liked it.
You’d lean beside him, not too close, sipping your coffee and watching the skyline stretch past the glass.
“Big meeting?” he’d ask.
“Presentation went well,” you’d nod.
“Did you wear the lipstick I like?” he’d tease softly.
You’d nudge him with your elbow, grinning. “You noticed?”
“Always.”
At the end of the day, when the sun dipped lower behind the city and the building emptied out in waves, you’d sometimes bump into each other near the elevators again—this time with no reason to hold back.
You’d let your fingers intertwine, wedding rings brushing, both of you exhaling at the same time.
“No work talk on the way home,” you’d warn playfully.
He’d kiss the side of your head. “Agreed. Just us now.”
Because at work, you were colleagues. Independent. Grounded. Busy.
But at home, you were each other’s peace. And even though your floors were different, your hearts always walked the same hallway.
It was a Tuesday when the office felt especially sluggish. The kind where the air-conditioning hit too hard, the printer jammed twice, and everything you touched seemed to need one more revision. You were deep into reviewing a campaign deck when your phone buzzed beside your mouse.
Sunghoon [13F]:
Just sent in the quarterly reports. Want to reward me with a five-minute break and your face?
You stared at the message for a moment, smirking as you typed back.
You [14F]:
Only if you meet me in the hallway near the vending machines. No witnesses. No spreadsheets.
Exactly three minutes later, you stepped out of your floor and leaned casually by the vending machines, pretending to browse snacks. The hum of conversation and footsteps faded as most people were still tucked away in their cubicles.
Then he appeared around the corner, tie a little loose, expression a little smug.
You turned toward the machine. “This is such a covert mission.”
Sunghoon leaned close enough for his voice to tickle your ear. “I live for secret snack rendezvous with my wife.”
You tried to fight a grin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You say that like I didn’t just do a deep dive into forecast models to make sure your budget proposal gets cleared.”
You blinked. “Wait, what?”
He smiled, all casual. “Told the finance director to ease up on marketing’s numbers next quarter. You’ve got a rollout planned. You didn’t think I was just sipping coffee all day, did you?”
Your heart swelled before you could hide it. “Park Sunghoon. You really love me.”
He feigned innocence. “That’s not new info.”
You reached up, smoothed down the stubborn curl of his hair that always stuck out when he was tired. “I owe you cookies.”
“Or a reward I can’t say out loud in an office building.”
“Sunghoon—!”
He laughed, soft and boyish. Then his voice dropped just slightly. “You’re working hard, lolove. I see it. Even when it feels like no one else does.”
That one sentence wrapped around your ribs like a hug.
You squeezed his hand once—quick, quiet—and stepped back. “I need to get back. My team’s waiting on the updated slides.”
He nodded, but not before stealing one more look at you. “Dinner on me tonight?”
“You sure you want to eat with someone who hogs the blankets and stress-eats matcha mochi at 1 a.m.?”
He leaned in and kissed your forehead, gentle and fast. “Always.”
You disappeared back upstairs, heart lighter than when you left.
By the time 6:45 PM rolled around, you were powering through the last edits of the day when a knock came at your office door. You looked up to find Sunghoon, dressed down in his soft grey hoodie and jeans, holding two bento boxes from your favorite spot.
“I figured I’d bring dinner here,” he said casually. “We could have a desk date. Floor 14 edition.”
You blinked, touched. “You seriously carried food up for me?”
“You married me,” he deadpanned. “You signed up for this level of husband service.”
You snorted and stood to grab the boxes, peeking at the contents. “You even got the spicy tofu one.”
He tapped your chin affectionately. “I listen. And I love you.”
You smiled, heart full as you both sat side by side on your couch—your office briefly transforming into a little pocket of home.
There were still reports. Still meetings. Still long hours.
But somewhere between the fluorescent lighting, mismatched schedules, and elevator kisses, love still bloomed—quietly, constantly, just a floor apart.
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The morning sun streamed through the curtains, golden rays casting warmth over the room as you stirred awake. Your heart pounded gently against your ribcage, a mixture of nerves and excitement settling in.
Today was the day. The day you became Mrs. Park.
Reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you weren’t surprised to see a notification waiting for you.
Lolove: Morning, my Lolove. Last time waking up without you beside me.
You grinned, fingers flying over the keyboard.
You: Morning, fiancé. Not for long.
The reply came almost instantly.
Lolove: I already miss you. Eat breakfast, okay? No fainting at the altar, or I’m carrying you through the vows.
A soft laugh escaped your lips, warmth spreading in your chest. He knew you too well.
Pushing aside the nerves, you climbed out of bed and joined your bridesmaids—Yejin, Karina, Hyein, Yujin, and Yeji—who were waiting downstairs in their silk robes, sipping mimosas with excitement.
“Finally, the bride emerges!” Karina teased, passing you a glass.
“You didn’t even drink last night, and you still overslept?” Hyein smirked.
“I was savoring my last night as an unmarried woman,” you joked, plopping down next to Yujin.
Yejin eyed you knowingly. “Sunghoon texted, didn’t he?”
You hummed, cheeks warming. “Told me to eat so I don’t faint at the altar.”
“A man who knows his priorities,” Yeji laughed.
As you ate, your nerves settled into a buzzing anticipation, the morning slipping by in a flurry of preparations.
Your bridal suite was filled with soft music and excited chatter as the hair and makeup team worked their magic. The photographer moved around, capturing every moment—the gentle swipes of blush on your cheeks, the delicate way your hair was styled into a soft, elegant updo with pearl accents, and the moment you slipped into your gown.
The dress was everything you had dreamed of—an airy, ethereal masterpiece with intricate lace detailing and a flowing train. The moment you saw yourself in the mirror, your breath caught. This was real.
“You’re stunning,” Yujin whispered, eyes shining.
“You look like you belong in a fairytale,” Karina added, hands clasped over her heart.
“You are going to make Sunghoon cry,” Yejin grinned.
Hyein snickered. “If he isn’t already crying, that is.”
A knock on the door interrupted the moment. The wedding planner peeked in. “It’s time for the first look.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
⸻
Sunghoon stood with his back turned, hands clasped in front of him, his shoulders rising and falling in anticipation. The photographers whispered instructions, ensuring the perfect capture of this intimate moment.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, the delicate fabric of your gown brushing against the ground. You reached out, gently tapping his shoulder.
The second he turned, the world seemed to slow.
His breath hitched, eyes widening as they took you in. His mouth parted slightly, as if struggling to find words, and then, without thinking, he reached out, fingers brushing over yours before gripping them tightly.
“Wow,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re… breathtaking.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Park.”
A shaky laugh escaped him as he took in every detail—your dress, your hair, the way your eyes shimmered just for him. “I think I might cry before the ceremony even starts.”
“You better not,” you teased, though your own voice was unsteady.
But when the ceremony began, and the curtains finally drew back to reveal you, all of Sunghoon’s composure crumbled.
A hush fell over the guests as the soft melody of Can’t Help Falling in Love began to play. The venue was transformed into an ethereal dream—soft, flowing fabrics, delicate floral arrangements in shades of champagne and ivory, and golden sunlight filtering through the open-air setting.
Sunghoon stood at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady his emotions.
Then, the grand doors slowly opened.
A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.
And there you were.
Bathed in soft golden light, you stepped forward, your gown flowing around you like a dream. The delicate lace shimmered subtly under the sunlight, and for a moment, it felt like time itself paused.
Sunghoon’s breath left him in a shaky exhale. His vision blurred, his hands trembling slightly. Jake, standing beside him, patted his back with a teasing but fond smile. “Breathe, man.”
But how could he, when you looked like that? Like you were crafted from every wish he had ever made?
Your father held onto your arm, his grip steady and warm. “Ready?” he murmured.
You nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. The moment felt surreal—the soft melody, the murmurs of admiration from your loved ones, and most of all, the way Sunghoon was looking at you.
His eyes, filled with nothing but love.
As you walked closer, step by step, Sunghoon swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from spilling over. His fingers twitched at his sides, desperate to reach for you.
When you finally reached him, your father squeezed your hand before placing it in Sunghoon’s.
“Take care of her,” he said softly.
Sunghoon, voice thick with emotion, nodded. “Always.”
Your fingers intertwined, a silent promise exchanged in that touch alone.
This was it.
Your forever was beginning.
A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers through the air as the officiant stepped forward, smiling warmly at the two of you. The guests had settled, the soft rustling of fabric and hushed whispers fading into an anticipatory silence.
Sunghoon still hadn’t let go of your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, as if grounding himself in the moment, ensuring this wasn’t some beautiful dream he would wake up from. You squeezed his fingers lightly, offering him a smile that nearly knocked the air from his lungs.
“You may all be seated,” the officiant announced.
A soft murmur spread through the guests as they took their seats, but neither you nor Sunghoon looked away from each other. His eyes were glassy, his jaw clenched in an attempt to hold himself together.
The officiant cleared his throat, his voice warm and full of joy. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Y/N and Sunghoon in marriage. A love that began with an accidental coffee theft has blossomed into a partnership built on laughter, unwavering support, and the kind of devotion that turns ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.”
A ripple of chuckles passed through the crowd, especially from your friends and coworkers who knew the infamous café story all too well. Sunghoon let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head.
The officiant continued, “Marriage is more than just the union of two people. It is a promise, a lifelong commitment to choose one another every single day. It is waking up each morning and deciding that no matter what, you will face everything—joys, hardships, and everything in between—together.”
Sunghoon’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand, a silent vow of its own.
The officiant smiled. “Before we proceed with the vows, let us take a moment to reflect on what brings us here today—the love between these two individuals, a love that has grown through shared dreams, unwavering trust, and the undeniable spark that has been there since the very beginning.”
Sunghoon exhaled shakily. The undeniable spark. He felt it even now, stronger than ever.
The officiant turned to him. “Sunghoon, you may now share your vows.”
Sunghoon let out a small laugh, running a hand through his neatly styled hair before taking a steadying breath. He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket, but one look at you had him shaking his head with a soft chuckle.
“I wrote something down, but…” He exhaled, looking at you like you were his entire world. “I don’t think anything I put into words could ever fully capture how much I love you.”
A soft gasp rippled through the guests.
Sunghoon swallowed hard, his voice thick with emotion. “Y/N, you are my best friend, my greatest Lolove, and my home. From the moment I stole your coffee—” another round of laughter, “—I should have known my life was about to change. But I never could have imagined just how much.”
He took a deep breath. “You challenge me, you ground me, and you love me in a way that makes me want to be a better man every single day. You are my first thought when I wake up and my last thought before I sleep. You are my heart.”
Your vision blurred with tears.
“There is no one else I would rather laugh with, dream with, or grow old with. I promise to love you fiercely, to stand beside you in every storm, and to choose you, over and over again, for the rest of my life.”
A single tear escaped down your cheek, and Sunghoon reached up, brushing it away with the softest touch.
A sniffle from behind you revealed that at least three of your bridesmaids were crying.
The officiant smiled warmly. “Y/N, you may now share your vows.”
You inhaled deeply, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. Your hands trembled slightly as you held onto Sunghoon’s, his warmth steadying you.
“Sunghoon, from the very first day we met, you have surprised me, challenged me, and made me laugh like no one else ever has.” You let out a soft chuckle. “Even if our first conversation was me calling you a thief.”
The guests laughed, but you could only see Sunghoon, his lips curled into a tender smile.
“You have been my safest place, my greatest adventure, and the love I never saw coming, the love I prayed for. You are the person who sees me, truly sees me, in ways no one else ever has. You make ordinary days feel special and special days feel magical.”
Sunghoon’s grip on your hands tightened, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths.
“I promise to always support your dreams, just as you support mine. I promise to be your best friend, your biggest fan, and your partner in all of life’s chaos. I promise to fight for us, to stand by your side no matter what, and to choose you, every single day, for the rest of my life.”
Tears clung to your lashes as you whispered, “You are my home, Sunghoon. And I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”
Sunghoon let out a shaky exhale, his expression completely undone.
The officiant beamed. “And now, the rings.”
Jake stepped forward, handing Sunghoon the small velvet box. Sunghoon took the ring, his fingers brushing over the band he had so carefully chosen.
Sliding it onto your finger, he spoke softly, his voice laced with reverence. “With this ring, I give you my heart, my love, and my promise to stand by you always.”
You swallowed thickly, accepting the second ring from Karina. With steady hands, you slid it onto Sunghoon’s finger, your voice unwavering despite the emotions brimming in your chest. “With this ring, I give you my love, my devotion, and my promise to stand beside you, always.”
The officiant smiled brightly. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
A beat of silence.
And then—
“Sunghoon,” the officiant teased, “you may now kiss your bride.”
A grin spread across Sunghoon’s face before he pulled you in, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you—soft and lingering at first, then deeper, as if trying to pour every ounce of love into that one moment.
The guests erupted into cheers, applause echoing around you.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing, Sunghoon whispered against your lips, “You’re mine, Mrs. Park.”
You smiled. “Forever.”
And just like that, your forever began.
The cheers and applause still echoed in the air as you and Sunghoon stood at the altar, foreheads touching, grinning like two people who had just won the greatest prize in the world. Because in a way, you had—you had won each other.
The officiant stepped aside, signaling the musicians, and the first joyful notes of Can’t Help Falling in Love began to play, performed in a dreamy, instrumental arrangement.
Sunghoon took a deep breath, his hand never leaving yours. He looked at you like he was still processing that this was real—that you were his wife. His eyes glistened with emotion, but his smile was nothing short of pure joy.
“Ready, Mrs. Park?” he whispered, squeezing your fingers.
Your heart fluttered at the name. You nodded, cheeks aching from how much you had been smiling. “With you? Always.”
And with that, the officiant lifted his arms. “Ladies and gentlemen, for the very first time, I present to you… Mr. and Mrs. Park Sunghoon!”
A new wave of cheers erupted as Sunghoon gently pulled you forward, leading you down the aisle. Rose petals fluttered through the air, thrown by the bridesmaids and guests, creating a cascade of soft colors around you. The warm sunlight made everything feel even more magical, catching on the delicate shimmer of your dress and the golden band now sitting on your ring finger.
Sunghoon couldn’t stop smiling. He kept glancing at you, his grip firm yet gentle, his steps unhurried as if he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.
Halfway down the aisle, he suddenly stopped.
Before you could ask why, he turned to you, his hands cupping your face, and kissed you again—this time with all the excitement, love, and triumph bursting inside him.
The guests erupted into louder cheers and laughter, Jake and Jay whistling obnoxiously from the front row while your bridesmaids squealed. Even the photographers scrambled to capture the moment, their cameras clicking rapidly.
When Sunghoon pulled away, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Just making sure this is properly documented,” he murmured against your lips.
You giggled, lightly smacking his chest before tugging him forward. “Come on, Mr. Park, we have a reception to get to.”
Hand in hand, you both stepped out into your future, surrounded by love, laughter, and the promise of forever.
The guests had settled in their seats, the atmosphere humming with excitement and warmth as the golden glow of fairy lights cast a dreamy ambiance over the venue. The soft chatter of friends and family filled the air, glasses clinking as servers moved gracefully between tables, offering drinks. Everyone waited eagerly for the moment when the newlyweds would finally make their grand entrance as husband and wife.
Then, the music swelled—the unmistakable melody of Forevermore playing through the speakers, and the anticipation peaked.
A hush fell over the crowd as the double doors at the entrance slowly swung open, revealing Sunghoon and Y/N standing hand in hand. A collective sigh of admiration rippled through the room.
Dressed in their wedding attire, they looked like they had stepped right out of a fairytale. Sunghoon, in his white suit, looked at his bride with pure adoration, while Y/N, radiant in her elegant gown, beamed at him. The moment held its breath as they took their first step forward together.
And then, with a playful grin, Sunghoon twirled Y/N in the middle of the dance floor, the movement causing the layers of her dress to float around her like a cloud. As she landed gracefully in his arms, he dipped her slightly, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, whistles and claps filling the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, for the first time as husband and wife, Park Sunghoon and Park Y/N!” the emcee announced, amplifying the excitement in the room.
Sunghoon took Y/N’s hand once more, leading her to the head table as the reception officially began.
With glasses filled and the room glowing with warmth, the first toast of the evening was given. After a heartfelt message of love and gratitude from the couple, the emcee invited Y/N’s sister, Yejin, and Sunghoon’s best man, Jake, to share a few words.
Yejin took a deep breath before stepping up to the mic, glancing at Y/N with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“So, growing up with Y/N Unnie, I can tell you one thing for sure—she’s always been a hopeless romantic,” Yejin started, making the room chuckle as Y/N rolled her eyes with a laugh.
“She’d sigh dramatically while watching rom-coms, swearing she’d never find someone who loved her like that. And trust me, there were many nights when she complained about being single while eating an entire tub of ice cream.” Yejin smirked at her sister, who buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.
“But then, this guy happened.” She motioned to Sunghoon, her tone softening. “And suddenly, my sister wasn’t just dreaming about love—she was living it. I saw her happiest when she was with you, Sunghoon Oppa. And if anyone deserves to be loved endlessly, it’s her. Though I must say, she’s as competitive in love as she is in everything else. I mean, proposing right after getting proposed to? That’s my sister.”
The room burst into laughter, and Sunghoon smirked at Y/N, who was laughing with her face in her hands.
“But in all seriousness,” Yejin continued, her voice laced with emotion, “watching you two together is like watching the kind of love stories Unnie always dreamed of. And as her sister, all I could ever want is for her to be truly loved, cherished, and happy. Oppa, thank you for giving her that.”
A collective “aww” echoed through the crowd as Y/N’s eyes shimmered with tears. She reached for Yejin’s hand, squeezing it in gratitude.
Next, Jake took the mic, and a knowing smirk played on his lips.
“Alright, let’s be honest. When I first met Sunghoon, I didn’t think anyone could handle his nonchalant personality. He was the guy who barely reacted to anything, who didn’t care about romantic stuff, who always acted like he was too cool for love,” Jake said, making Sunghoon roll his eyes as laughter filled the room.
“But then, one day, he comes up to me—completely out of character—and starts complaining about this girl at a café,” Jake said, raising his brows.
Sunghoon groaned, shaking his head as realization hit. “No way—”
“Oh, yes way.” Jake grinned. “He goes, ‘Jake, this girl at the café is so annoying. She called me a thief because I accidentally took her order.’”
The entire room erupted into laughter as Y/N gasped in realization, pointing at Sunghoon. “Wait—you talked about that?!”
“Oh, absolutely,” Jake nodded, biting back a laugh. “Little did I know, that annoying girl was going to be the love of his life.”
Sunghoon groaned again, but the amused smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
“But in all seriousness,” Jake continued, his voice growing softer, “I’ve never seen Sunghoon look at anyone the way he looks at Y/N. And as someone who’s known him for years, it’s obvious—this guy loves you, Y/N. With everything he has. He even adopts her personality now!”
Sunghoon turned to Y/N then, their eyes locking in a gaze full of love and warmth.
“And if there’s one thing I know about Sunghoon,” Jake added, “it’s that when he loves, he loves with his whole heart. So, Y/N, congratulations—because you didn’t just marry him. You married a man who will love you with everything he’s got.”
The crowd cooed, and Y/N blinked back the happy tears forming in her eyes as Sunghoon leaned over to squeeze her hand.
“Now, enough of the sentimental stuff—let’s get back to the party!” Jake declared, raising his glass. “To Sunghoon and Y/N!”
“TO SUNGHOON AND Y/N!” the crowd echoed, lifting their glasses high before taking a sip.
With the speeches done, the bridesmaids and groomsmen took the floor for a surprise dance number—something fun, high-energy, and completely unexpected.
Jake and Yejin led the routine, hyping up the guests while Heeseung, Minseok, Karina, Hyein, and Yeji joined in, executing their choreographed moves flawlessly. Even Sunghoon, usually one to stay in his seat, was nodding along in appreciation.
By the end, the whole room was clapping and cheering, the energy infectious.
“That was amazing,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head in delight.
Sunghoon smirked. “Yeah, but good luck getting them to stop talking about it for the next decade.”
Hand in hand, Sunghoon and Y/N approached their elegantly designed wedding cake. With Sunghoon standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, they held the knife together and made the first cut, laughter and cheers surrounding them.
Rather than the traditional frosting-smearing battle, they opted for a sweet, playful moment—Sunghoon offering Y/N the first bite with a teasing smile, while Y/N fed him a piece in return.
Then, the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the beginning of their first dance. The soft melody of their chosen song filled the air, and Sunghoon gently led Y/N onto the dance floor.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, Sunghoon holding her close, whispering little words only meant for her. As the song reached its final notes, he twirled her one last time before pulling her into a soft, loving kiss.
Applause and dreamy sighs filled the room.
The energy shifted to something playful when the single ladies gathered for the bouquet toss. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, Y/N playfully faked a throw before launching it over her shoulder—straight into Karina’s hands.
As the laughter and chatter from the bouquet toss settled, the atmosphere shifted to something a little more playful, a little more teasing. The emcee grinned, clapping his hands together as he announced,
“Alright, gentlemen, it’s your turn now! Single men, gather around—it’s time for the garter toss!”
The men groaned, but they still made their way forward, laughing and nudging each other. Meanwhile, the women in the audience were already giggling, excited for what was about to unfold.
Sunghoon turned to Y/N, who was perched on a chair in the middle of the dance floor. She was already blushing, her hands fidgeting in her lap. He stepped toward her slowly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
“You nervous, Mrs. Park?” he murmured, his voice low enough for only her to hear.
She rolled her eyes at his teasing tone but couldn’t stop the smile forming on her lips. “You wish.”
“Oh, I don’t wish, sweetheart,” he chuckled, taking his place in front of her. “I know.”
The emcee hyped up the crowd, his voice booming over the microphone.
“Now, tradition states that the groom must retrieve the garter without using his hands!”
A loud ooh rippled through the guests, mixed with whistles and playful screams.
Y/N swallowed, feeling her face grow warmer as Sunghoon slowly sank to his knees in front of her. His hands traced a light path along her ankles, a teasing touch that made her shiver, before he finally slid them up to her calves, gently parting her knees to make room for himself.
She let out a breath, heart pounding wildly.
Sunghoon was in no rush. He took his sweet time, his fingers grazing her skin just enough to send tingles up her spine. His eyes flickered up to hers, a devilish glint in them as he dipped his head down.
The moment his lips brushed against her thigh, the room erupted.
“Oh my god!”
“He’s really taking his time, huh?”
“Damn, okay, Sunghoon!”
Laughter and cheers filled the air as Sunghoon, still maintaining eye contact with Y/N, took the garter between his teeth and began to slowly slide it down her leg. Y/N bit her lip, torn between giggling and hiding her face in embarrassment.
“Lolove,” she hissed, nudging him with her knee. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
He smirked against her skin before finally pulling the garter free with his teeth. Standing up, he shot her a wink before turning back to the waiting crowd, twirling the garter around his finger.
The single men groaned, knowing they were about to be dragged into the next part of the tradition.
“Alright, gentlemen!” The emcee laughed. “You know the drill—whoever catches the garter is next to get married!”
The men exchanged wary looks, but before any of them could react, Sunghoon had already flung the garter high into the air.
It arced beautifully before landing—right in Jake’s hands.
The room exploded.
“Ohhh, Jake!”
“Man, you’re done for!”
Jake blinked, looking down at the garter in disbelief while his friends pounded on his back, laughing hysterically.
“Bro, I wasn’t even trying to catch it!” he protested.
Sunghoon only grinned, slinging an arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “Guess that means you’re next, bud.”
Jake groaned, but the playful grin tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.
Y/N, still recovering from the teasing Sunghoon had put her through, shook her head with a laugh.
And just like that, another unforgettable moment was added to the night—one filled with laughter, teasing, and just a little bit of mischief.
As the night began to wind down, the energy in the room softened into something warm and heartfelt. The music had shifted to a gentle melody, and the guests—now full from dinner, exhausted from dancing, and maybe a little tipsy from the champagne—gathered closer, their faces glowing with happiness.
The emcee took the microphone once again, smiling warmly. “Before we officially end this unforgettable night, our bride and groom have something they’d like to say.”
Sunghoon and Y/N stood together at the center of the dance floor, hand in hand. Y/N, still glowing from the magic of the evening, glanced up at her husband—her husband—and felt her heart swell with emotions she couldn’t even put into words.
Sunghoon squeezed her hand gently before bringing the mic up to his lips.
“First of all, thank you all for being here tonight,” he began, his voice steady yet filled with sincerity. “It honestly means the world to us that we could celebrate with the people who have been by our sides through everything. Whether you’ve known us for years or just recently became a part of our lives, each of you has made an impact, and we’re so grateful.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze flickering to Y/N before continuing.
“To our friends—thank you for always supporting us, hyping us up, and occasionally making fun of us when we deserved it.” A chuckle rippled through the room. “Your friendships mean everything to us, and we wouldn’t be standing here today without all the moments we’ve shared.”
He turned toward their families next, his expression softening.
“To our families… there aren’t enough words to express how much we love you. Thank you for raising us, for guiding us, and for always being our home, no matter where we are in life. Thank you for supporting us in this new chapter—we hope we’ll make you proud.”
The emotion in his voice was undeniable. Y/N felt his grip on her hand tighten just slightly, grounding himself.
Then, he glanced at her, the smallest smile tugging at his lips.
“And of course, to my wife,” he said, his tone turning impossibly soft.
A few dramatic gasps and teasing awws could be heard from the crowd, making Y/N laugh under her breath.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Sunghoon continued. “You are my greatest love, my best friend, my peace, and my daily dose of chaos. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Y/N playfully nudged him at the “chaos” comment, making the guests laugh.
Sunghoon chuckled before turning to her fully. “Thank you for choosing me. Every day, I will choose you, too.”
The applause that followed was filled with warmth, and Y/N, blinking back the prickle of tears, took the mic next.
“First of all,” she started, eyes sparkling mischievously, “I’d like to say that I had a speech planned, but after that, I might just hand the mic back to Sunghoon and let him keep talking.”
Laughter erupted, and Sunghoon shook his head with an amused grin.
Y/N took a deep breath, looking out at the sea of loved ones before her.
“This night… this entire journey with Sunghoon… has been nothing short of incredible. And the fact that we get to share it with all of you makes it even more special. Thank you for being part of our story.”
She turned to Sunghoon, eyes filled with love
“I’ve always believed that love should feel like home. And with you, I know I’ve found mine.”
Sunghoon exhaled, his free hand reaching up to brush away a stray tear that slipped down her cheek.
“I can’t wait for forever with you,” she whispered, just for him to hear.
The crowd erupted into cheers, and the emcee took over once again.
“Alright, let’s send these two off with all the love and energy we’ve got left!”
With that, the farewell procession began.
As Sunghoon and Y/N made their way through the crowd, the guests waved sparklers in the air, creating a dazzling tunnel of light. The couple took their time, stopping to hug friends and family one last time, exchanging whispered goodbyes, laughter, and endless well-wishes.
“Don’t forget to send us pictures from the honeymoon!” Karina called out.
Jake gave Sunghoon a dramatic salute. “You better take care of her, man.”
Yeji and Yejin both had tears in their eyes as they hugged Y/N tightly. “We love you so much,” Yejin murmured.
“We’ll see you soon,” Heeseung added with a grin, patting Sunghoon on the back.
Finally, as they reached the end of the glowing pathway, Sunghoon took Y/N’s hand in his and pulled her in for one last twirl—mirroring their entrance at the reception.
Only this time, when he dipped her, the kiss he pressed to her lips was slow and deep, the kind that promised forever.
The guests erupted into applause, and with their hearts full, Y/N and Sunghoon turned toward their getaway car, ready to step into the next chapter of their love story.
As the doors closed behind them, Sunghoon laced his fingers through hers, bringing their joined hands to his lips.
a/n: ITS HERE!! i really cried writing this part— like my babies are not babies anymore:(( anyways i hope you like and love this act as much as i did and leave a FEEDBACK and RB!! ILY and see you next acts🙂↕️💗
With the major pieces already in place, you and Sunghoon spent your first week back from the honeymoon filling in the little things that would make your house a home.
Together, you wandered through furniture showrooms and home decor shops—arguing over bar stool heights, testing throw pillows like they were mattresses, debating over which type of coasters didn’t ruin the “aesthetic.” Sunghoon tried to convince you that a “robot vacuum” was an essential item while you insisted that your hands would fall off if you didn’t get the exact shade of cream curtains you’d pinned months ago.
But somehow, you always met in the middle.
You chose a plush rug for the living room together—a creamy beige with golden undertones—and spent a whole afternoon arranging the bookshelves just right (which really meant rearranging them five times until it “felt balanced”). The hallway got subtle accent lighting, and the kitchen counter now held a tiny herb garden that Sunghoon swore he’d remember to water. Your vanity area was set up just the way you liked it, your infamous curler finally found and given its own drawer.
“Remind me again why you need three different types of throw blankets for one couch?” he teased one evening, watching you fluff the corners of the last one.
“Because it’s called texture, lolove,” you replied without missing a beat, earning a grin and a back hug as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
Every night felt like a sleepover with your best friend—except it was your real life. You cooked together, burned toast together, danced in your socks on the newly polished floors, and fell asleep each night with limbs tangled and hearts full.
But soon, real life called.
Your first day back at work as Mrs. Park started deceptively normal.
You wore your usual soft-toned blouse and pressed trousers, hair pinned back neatly, and a faint glow still lingered from your honeymoon tan. The elevator ride up to the 14th floor was smooth, your coffee was hot, and the office looked just as chaotic and gray as you remembered.
But something had shifted.
The second you stepped into the marketing bullpen, heads turned. Smiles spread. A few co-workers clapped—gently, teasingly.
“Look who’s back!”
“She’s glowing.”
“Oh, it’s Mrs. Park now, right?”
You smiled, cheeks already warming. “Technically, yes.”
“And how’s Mr. Park doing down on 13?” your desk neighbor winked, nudging your arm.
“Still allergic to Slack notifications,” you deadpanned, which got a laugh.
You hadn’t even taken off your coat before someone was asking to see the ring again, and before you could answer, your phone buzzed.
Lolove💍:
heard the mrs. park thing already huh
you okay or should I sneak you a donut for courage
You smiled to yourself and replied:
i’m surviving. you’re next.
Sure enough, just one floor below, Sunghoon’s morning wasn’t much quieter.
He stepped into the finance floor with a fresh haircut and a not-so-subtle spring in his step. His desk had a small bouquet of fake roses someone had taped a sticky note to:
For Mr. Married now. – Finance Squad
“Mr. Park!” one of the senior analysts called out. “How’s married life treating you?”
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Peaceful. Efficient. Full of her stealing my snacks.”
“And how’s Mrs. Park?” another coworker teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Sunghoon’s ears turned red. “She’s fine,” he said, trying to sound casual—but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away completely.
“Oh my god,” one of the interns whispered under her breath, watching him walk to the coffee machine. “He’s, like, smug in love.”
“I heard he made a spreadsheet for their honeymoon budget.”
Sunghoon returned to his desk with a new mug that read “Husband Era”—a gift from Yeji—and a text from you.
people are saying you look smug
pls stop looking like you just won the lottery
He smirked and typed back:
i did tho. mrs. park = jackpot.
😌💍
Later in the afternoon, you had to head down to the finance floor for a quick interdepartmental budget meeting. As you stepped into the room, Sunghoon was already seated with his team—tie loosened just slightly, fingers tapping against his tablet.
He looked up. His gaze softened the second he saw you.
The room fell quiet for just a beat too long.
One of the junior staffers broke the silence with a grin.
“So, should we start or are you two gonna pretend this is a romcom boardroom moment?”
You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh. “Can we please be normal for ten minutes?”
“Impossible,” Sunghoon murmured with a small smirk, then pulled out the extra chair beside him without a word.
You sat. Your knees touched. Everyone noticed.
The meeting went smoothly—punctuated by a few side glances, a lot of smirking, and one point where someone absolutely fake-coughed the word “honeymoon” when Sunghoon said the word “expenses.”
Afterward, as everyone trickled out, you turned to him, arms crossed.
“You’re eating this up.”
He held up his hands in faux innocence. “I haven’t said a word.”
“But you look like you’re internally monologuing ‘that’s right, she’s my wife’ every five minutes.”
He tilted his head, smiling at you. “Maybe I am. What’re you gonna do about it, Mrs. Park?”
You narrowed your eyes. “Nothing right now.”
“But later?” he asked, playful and low.
You leaned in close, brushing your lips near his ear just enough to make him freeze.
“Later… I’m stealing all your strawberry yogurt.”
He blinked. “…Cruel woman.”
You winked and walked out, leaving him grinning at his desk, ears flushed pink, heart very, very full.
It was the first day back—but somehow, with the teasing coworkers, the soft smiles in passing, and the feeling of simply existing near each other, it already felt like the beginning of something even more grounded, more fun, more real.
Married life hadn’t just followed you to the office. It made everything sweeter.
It had been a long week of deadlines and late nights at the office, so when your best friends planned a much-needed girls’ day out, Sunghoon practically shoved you out the door.
“You haven’t had a day to yourself in forever,” he said that morning, tying your hair back for you like he always did when you were running late. “Go. Eat, drink, laugh, be loud. I’ll clean up around here and wait for you.”
And you did.
Lunch turned into bottomless wine.
Laughter turned into wild dancing.
And by the time the driver dropped you off at the house that night, your phone had 8 unread messages from Sunghoon, all variations of:
“You alive?”
“Don’t climb into any fountains.”
“Send me a pic so I know you’re still hot.”
“I miss your face. Come home.”
You giggled to yourself as you stumbled up the porch, keys jingling before you gave up and just knocked on the door like a drunk raccoon.
He opened it instantly, like he’d been standing right there. Hair damp, wearing his navy pajama pants and a white tank top, eyes blinking at your slightly swaying figure.
You beamed. “Hiiii, lolove.”
He blinked. “Oh boy.”
You stepped inside dramatically, tossing your bag somewhere vaguely in the direction of the shoe rack. “I feel so good, Sunghooonie. The wine? It tasted like…grapes, but sexy.”
“You are grapes right now,” he muttered under his breath, catching you as you bumped into the wall.
“I missed youuu,” you slurred, throwing your arms around his neck. “Why’re you so handsome? That should be illegal.”
He chuckled, holding you steady. “You’re very drunk.”
“Drunk in love,” you sighed, kissing his jaw. “Beyoncé would be proud.”
He shook his head fondly and scooped you up bridal style before you could even react. “Alright, Mrs. Beyoncé. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The lights in the bathroom were low and warm, a candle already lit—he always did that when you were out late. Just in case you needed comfort coming home.
He helped you out of your clothes gently, careful not to make you feel too exposed. You clung to him anyway, your forehead resting on his shoulder.
“You smell like perfume and sangria,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “And trouble.”
You whined. “M’not trouble. I’m precious.”
“Yes, precious and dehydrated,” he said, lowering you slowly into the warm bath. “Sit. Relax. I’ll be right back.”
You dunked your arms in dramatically. “It’s like soup. I’m the noodle.”
He snorted as he walked away, only to return with water and a couple of pills. “Drink first. Noodles need electrolytes.”
You stuck your tongue out at him but obeyed, letting him tip the glass to your lips. After the meds, he knelt beside the tub and dipped a washcloth into the water, gently wiping your face, your neck, your shoulders.
You looked at him through fluttery lashes. “How are you so gentle?”
He smiled softly. “Because you’re my whole world. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Later, wrapped in a fresh towel and wobbling slightly, you sat on the edge of the bed while he gently blow-dried your hair. You blinked sleepily at your reflection in the mirror, watching him behind you—focused, careful, fingers threading through your hair like silk.
“You’re good at this,” you mumbled.
“I’ve had practice,” he replied, smoothing a section down. “You drool on me in your sleep, and I still love you. Blow-drying is nothing.”
You giggled and swayed slightly. “I really missed you today.”
He looked at you in the mirror. “Even with your girls?”
“Especially then,” you whispered, quieter now. “It was fun. But I kept thinking about you. And how I get to come home to you. That’s the best part.”
His hand slowed, gaze softening.
“Do you know how much I love you?” you asked, turning around to face him fully now, damp hair framing your face like a halo.
He set the dryer down and cupped your face gently. “I know. But tell me anyway.”
You leaned into his touch, voice slurred but honest. “I love you stupid. Like… embarrassing love. Like want-to-hold-your-hand-during-conference-calls love.”
Sunghoon laughed under his breath. “You’re gonna regret admitting that when you’re sober.”
You grinned. “Maybe. But it’s still true.”
He kissed you—slow and sure and full of quiet promise. Then pulled the comforter back and tucked you in like a delicate little burrito, your hair dry, skin clean, heart full.
As he turned off the light and climbed in beside you, you found his hand beneath the covers and whispered sleepily:
“Best. Husband. Ever.”
And he squeezed your fingers, smiling into the dark.
“Drunk or not… still my favorite version of you.”
You woke up to the smell of garlic rice and eggs—and the faint, mocking sound of your own voice from last night echoing in your head:
“I love you stupid… like conference-call hand-holding love.”
You groaned, face buried deep into the pillow.
Sunghoon was already up. Of course he was. Probably wearing another tank top and acting like he hadn’t just carried you like a tipsy noodle into the bathtub twelve hours ago.
The bedroom door creaked open.
“I hear signs of life,” he called, cheery and evil.
You grumbled without lifting your head. “Leave me in peace.”
“Nope. You made a vow, remember? Through hangovers and questionable karaoke decisions.”
You peeked up at him—hair damp, towel slung around his shoulders, skin still glowing annoyingly post-shower.
He held up a plate like an offering. “Made your favorite. Breakfast rice, eggs, spam hearts. Coffee in a cute mug.”
You blinked at the heart-shaped spam. “You really love me, huh.”
He set the plate on the nightstand, grinning. “Well, I did. Before you tried to climb into the fridge last night claiming it was a ‘cool, emotional cave.’”
You dropped your head back to the pillow, groaning into the mattress. “Please delete me.”
He laughed and sat beside you, reaching out to gently stroke your hair. “Sorry. No take-backs. I’m keeping you—dramatic wine brain and all.”
You cracked one eye open. “Did I say anything else embarrassing?”
He pretended to think, lips twitching. “Just that you wanted me to ‘blow-dry your soul.’”
“Oh my God.”
“Honestly? Poetic. I might get it tattooed.”
You smacked his thigh weakly.
Then you sat up, finally accepting the plate, and took a bite. He watched you with that lovesick husband gaze, chin on his palm, all dreamy and amused.
“You’re being suspiciously nice,” you said through a mouthful of egg.
He shrugged. “You took care of me for months when I had that flu. It’s my turn now. Plus, drunk you gave me at least six compliments in under two minutes. I’m riding the high.”
You sipped the coffee, eyes narrowing. “…What compliments?”
He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “You said I was your husband nightlight.”
“That’s not even a thing.”
“It is now,” he whispered proudly.
Eventually, you made your way downstairs—showered, teeth brushed, hair in a clip—where Sunghoon was already cleaning up in the kitchen, music humming low from the speaker.
You hugged him from behind, arms slipping around his waist.
He paused mid-dishwashing and smiled. “You sure you’re feeling better? No emotional fridge caves today?”
You groaned into his back. “Stop bringing it up.”
“Never,” he said, turning and kissing your forehead.
He poured you another cup of coffee, then gestured toward the sunny backyard. “You wanna eat the rest outside? Or you want to stay in and finish recovering while I continue being your human spa?”
You grinned, already plopping into one of the stools. “Stay in. Maybe later we can nap. Or rewatch our wedding video. Or reorganize the spice rack. Who knows.”
He leaned on the counter across from you, eyes warm. “I love this version of us.”
“Which part? Hungover and vulnerable?”
“No,” he said softly. “Home. Morning after. Coffee. Knowing you love me stupid, even when your head’s pounding.”
You laughed, cheeks pink. “Still true. I love you like… forehead kisses during meetings love.”
He reached for your hand. “I love you like… folding your laundry but pretending I hate it love.”
You smiled back. “That’s a lot of love.”
He kissed your knuckles. “And we’ve got a lifetime more of it.”
The airport was quieter than expected for a late-night arrival, and the drive home was a sleepy one. The adrenaline of the wedding and honeymoon had worn off just enough for you to snuggle against Sunghoon’s arm in the back of the car, your fingers interlocked, the faint scent of the ocean and his cologne clinging to your clothes. You sighed, “Can’t believe it’s over… our wedding. Our honeymoon.”
Sunghoon turned to you, his voice low and fond. “It’s only the beginning, loloves.”
You smiled sleepily at the nickname, your heart fluttering as the city lights blurred past the window. “Back to the apartment?”
He hummed noncommittally, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sort of.”
That made you blink up at him. “Sort of?”
But he didn’t elaborate. Just squeezed your hand, his smile annoyingly mysterious. You let it go, figuring maybe he meant they’d stop by somewhere first, or he was just teasing. That was typical Hoon behavior. Still, your eyes narrowed slightly when the car took a turn you didn’t expect—heading not toward your shared apartment in the city, but toward a quieter, more residential road.
You lifted your head fully now, alert. “Hoon… this isn’t the way to the apartment.”
“I know,” he said calmly, too calmly, eyes twinkling with something hidden.
“Hoon,” you said again, suspicion sharpening your voice. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he said, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Just trust me.”
It wasn’t long before the car pulled into a familiar driveway—the one that belonged to the house he had surprised you with months ago. The one with the big windows, the soft light fixtures, the quiet neighborhood near the city, the backyard with a pool and the kind of space that made your heart imagine laughter, little feet running, late-night talks in the kitchen and peaceful mornings with the scent of coffee.
You sat up straighter, blinking at the house. The porch light was on, softly illuminating the warm tones of the home. “Wait… we’re just visiting?”
Sunghoon got out of the car and opened the door for you, reaching for your hand. “No. We’re home.”
Your brows furrowed, steps hesitant as you stepped onto the pathway. “Home?”
He grinned now, the way he always did when he had a surprise he’d been dying to share. “I moved everything while we were gone.”
You whipped your head toward him. “What?!”
“I had everything packed and delivered while we were in Maldives,” he admitted. “I just thought… why go back to a temporary space when this is already ours?”
You opened the door and immediately stepped into the familiar scent of home—your home now. The furniture from the apartment was already here, seamlessly blending into the new space. Your wedding photos—yes, already printed and framed thanks to your wedding planner’s hyper-efficiency—were hanging on the hallway wall. Your mugs were in the kitchen. Your fuzzy slippers sat by the staircase. Everything.
You turned back to him, wide-eyed. “You really moved everything… without telling me?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said, looking almost sheepish, like a kid who wasn’t sure if he was about to get praised or scolded. “I figured you’d want to start this new chapter… actually starting it.”
You stared at him, stunned. “Sunghoon… this is insane. But also… kind of perfect.”
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “So… you’re not mad?”
You looked around again, letting the reality sink in. This was the house you both chose. The one he carefully looked for with you in mind. And now, it was officially yours together.
Your eyes softened, filled with unshed emotion. “No, I’m not mad. I just… I didn’t expect this. You really did all this for us?”
He brushed your hair back, cupping your cheek. “Of course. For us, for the life we’re building. I wanted our first night back not to feel like the end of something—but the beginning.”
You exhaled shakily, heart full. “God, I love you so much.”
He smiled, that slightly bashful one he reserved only for you. “I love you too, wifey.”
You grinned. “Say that again.”
“I love you, wifey,” he whispered, kissing your nose. “Welcome home.”
You kissed him back, arms tightening around him, then looked around again. “Okay. But you better help me figure out where they put my hair curler.”
He laughed, and together you stepped further into the house, hand-in-hand, surrounded by the quiet, peaceful warmth of a home that now held both your hearts—ready for all the mornings, the dinners, the arguments, the cuddles, the growth, and one day, the tiny feet that would run through its hallways.
Sunghoon closed the front door behind you, slipping off his shoes and watching as your eyes darted from one room to another, still half in disbelief. The house felt like a dream—the soft lighting casting a golden glow over the living room, your favorite throw blanket already draped on the couch, a new set of candlesticks on the coffee table, the scent of fresh linen and eucalyptus filling the air.
You stood in the middle of the space, spinning slowly in place with your mouth slightly open. “It feels… lived in. Like we’ve been here forever.”
“That’s the goal,” he said softly from behind you.
You turned to face him again, your hands resting on your hips. “Seriously though… you coordinated all this while we were sipping coconuts on a beach?”
He stepped toward you, smug and proud, sliding his arms around your waist again. “Had help from the planner and a few trustworthy people. But yeah. It’s all ready. Though…” His eyes scanned the room, then flicked back to you with that familiar sparkle, “you can re-arrange anything. Furniture, colors, layout. This is your home too. If you want to switch things up, I’m all for it.”
Your eyes softened as you reached up to fix a strand of his hair. “You already made it perfect, Sunghoon.”
“Perfect for now,” he shrugged playfully. “But I know you. You’ll get the itch to reorganize in a week.”
You laughed, leaning into him. “Fair enough.”
Then, he took your hand again and guided you toward the main hallway, stopping in front of a wall adorned with a massive wedding photo. You gasped.
It was from the moment right after you had walked down the aisle, your veil still slightly fluttering, your hand in his, your foreheads nearly touching as the sunlight filtered through the trees. The emotion in your faces was so raw, so genuine—it looked like a scene from a film.
“It came in while we were gone,” he explained softly, watching your reaction instead of the photo. “I asked them to hang it here so it’d be the first thing we see walking in.”
You couldn’t look away. “We look so happy.”
He pressed his chin lightly to your shoulder from behind. “Because we were. Are.”
You turned slightly to look at him, voice quiet with wonder. “How did I get so lucky?”
Sunghoon kissed your temple. “I ask myself the same thing every morning.”
You stood there in silence for a few seconds, the weight of the moment filling the air. It wasn’t just a house anymore. This was the beginning of your married life—the place where your love story would continue to unfold in a million tiny, beautiful ways.
Eventually, you moved to explore more, your feet carrying you across the wooden floors and into the kitchen, then upstairs to the master bedroom. Everything was thoughtfully placed—the way he knew you liked it. Your robe on the back of the door, matching sets of pajamas, a freshly made bed with a fluffy white duvet. A small stack of your favorite books sat on the nightstand beside his.
“I can’t believe we live here,” you murmured as you ran your fingers along the edge of the bedframe.
Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning casually. “Believe it. Because tomorrow morning, you’ll be waking up here. And the morning after that. And all the mornings after that.”
You looked at him, heart so full it almost ached. “You make it sound so romantic.”
“That’s ‘cause it is,” he said simply, walking toward you and tugging you close by the waist again. “We’re not just married. We’re starting everything.”
You smiled up at him. “Everything?”
“Everything,” he echoed.
You leaned your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I still can’t find my curler though.”
He chuckled. “Check the linen closet. I think I packed your vanity stuff together.”
You snorted. “You better hope that’s true.”
He kissed your forehead again, and together, you wandered back downstairs, hands brushing, steps light, the house echoing with soft laughter and the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter.
You followed the quiet creak of the hardwood stairs up to the second floor, fingers brushing the smooth bannister, eyes still scanning the hallways and walls that now felt like yours. The scent of freshly laundered linens grew stronger as you neared the master bedroom, your hand instinctively reaching for the doorknob.
Sunghoon stepped behind you, placing his hand gently over yours and opening the door with a soft push.
Your breath caught.
The room was bathed in warm amber light spilling from sheer curtains, a beautiful contrast to the crisp ivory and champagne tones that matched your wedding palette. But it wasn’t the lighting or the fresh linens or the elegant open windows that made your eyes widen—it was the bed.
The exact bed.
The curved velvet headboard in soft pearl gray, the rounded edges, the elegant tufted details—it was the very one you’d been drooling over on your laptop for months. You hadn’t said anything out loud. You’d just stared at it in passing one night, lingering on the image too long before closing the tab.
“Wait…” You stepped closer, blinking in disbelief. “This is the bed.”
He smiled, leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah. It is.”
You turned to him slowly, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “How did you know? I never told you.”
“I may or may not have peeked through your tabs one night while you were in the shower,” he admitted, biting back a grin. “You left your laptop open, and you were hovering over the same picture for like… ten minutes.”
Your jaw dropped slightly in mock offense. “So you were spying!”
“I prefer ‘observant husband,’ thank you very much,” he said, walking over to you. “Besides, I figured it would be the best surprise. You’ve been dreaming about it, right?”
You nodded, running your hand along the luxurious edge of the mattress. “It’s perfect.”
Sunghoon looked around the room, scratching the back of his neck. “I actually told them not to decorate the rest of the room too much. I wanted you to have the freedom to choose. Colors, layout, rugs—whatever makes it feel like you.”
You turned to look at him again, heart softening at the thoughtfulness. “You really thought of everything.”
“I just wanted this room—our room—to feel like us. Not some staged version of us. We can fill it slowly. Together.”
You crossed the space between you and slipped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his chest. “You make it so easy to love you, Park Sunghoon.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. Because I plan on making it even easier every single day.”
You stood like that for a moment, quietly taking in the space around you—the room where you’d wake up on lazy Sundays, where you’d fold laundry while dancing barefoot to soft music, where you’d talk late into the night about nothing and everything. It wasn’t just a beautiful room—it was your beginning.
And with that, you both kicked off your shoes, laughing as you flopped onto the dream bed together, already dreaming about all the memories waiting to be made within these walls.
The rest of their honeymoon flowed like the tide—calm, rhythmic, sometimes playful, always intimate.
After the lunch incident, the week began to blur into sun-kissed days and moonlit nights. They explored sandbars in the middle of the ocean, snorkeled in reefs so colorful they looked painted, and spent quiet afternoons reading under palms with their legs tangled on a shared sunbed. Sunghoon discovered a new addiction to mango smoothies, while Y/N kept stealing his sunglasses, only to claim they “looked better on her anyway.”
They laughed often—hard and loud, over dinner, during board games in the villa, while floating side by side in the infinity pool, or while doing nothing at all. The joy between them didn’t come from grand gestures anymore. It bloomed in the in-between moments. Like when Sunghoon tied her hair up after a long swim, or when Y/N sneakily left post-it notes on his side of the bathroom mirror: My hubby is hotter than the Maldives sun.
He’d write back beneath it: I know. That’s why you keep staring.
Their last night on the island came too quickly. A gentle breeze rolled in as they lay on a lounger under the stars, a shared blanket thrown over their legs. The waves crashed softly below, and the air smelled faintly of coconut and salt.
Y/N shifted slightly, her head resting on his chest, fingers playing with the buttons on his linen shirt. “I don’t want this to end,” she murmured.
Sunghoon’s arm tightened around her. “We can always come back.”
“I know. It’s just… this has been perfect. You’ve been perfect.”
He smiled, turning his head to kiss the crown of hers. “You know what’s even better?”
“What?”
“We get to take this feeling home with us. You and me, our life—this doesn’t stop at the island.”
She smiled, slowly pulling back to look up at him. “You really like saying stuff that makes me emotional.”
“I like seeing you smile,” he shrugged simply. “Also, you’ve been calling me ‘hubby’ like twenty-five times a day.”
Y/N chuckled. “Too much?”
“No,” he admitted. “I like it. But…”
“But?” she tilted her head.
“…I still like Lolove better,” he said softly, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Y/N’s eyes lit up. “I was literally about to say the same thing.”
“Yeah?” he grinned.
“It just…” she laughed, biting her lip shyly. “It feels more like us. Special.”
Sunghoon nodded with a playful grimace. “Even though it was born from a typo.”
Y/N broke into full laughter. “It was! You were trying to type ‘my love’ but instead said ‘my lolove.’ And then I called you that back and it stuck.”
“I was tired!” he defended, poking her side. “It was after one of our late-night calls. My thumb hit ‘l’ twice.”
“And now,” she leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you’re my Lolove forever.”
He softened at that, kissing her back gently, pulling her into his lap. “You too, Lolove.”
They stayed like that—limbs tangled, hearts full—as the sea hummed around them and the stars twinkled in soft applause above.
Tomorrow, they’d return to the real world. But tonight, in their own little paradise, it was just them. Still newlyweds. Still best friends. Still laughing about typos that somehow turned into the most endearing nickname in the world.
And wrapped in each other’s arms, “Lolove” echoed in the breeze, a silly mistake that became the sweetest promise of forever.
The next morning, the Maldives felt softer somehow—gentler, like it knew it was their last full day in paradise.
Y/N and Sunghoon took their time getting ready, opting for something simple. She wore one of his loose button-downs over her swimsuit, and he wore his usual sun-kissed look—hair slightly tousled, sunglasses perched on his nose, and a relaxed smile that hadn’t left his face since they landed on the island.
They decided to take one last walk around the resort after breakfast, hand in hand, barefoot along the quiet stretch of white sand. The air was warm but breezy, the waves slow and rhythmic, like a lullaby to the soul. Neither of them said much at first—they didn’t need to. The silence between them had always been comfortable.
As they turned down a shaded path lined with palm trees, a small figure came running from around the bend—a blur of curly hair and sunblock-covered cheeks.
The little girl couldn’t have been more than five years old. She crashed gently into Y/N’s legs with a surprised “Oof!” and immediately stepped back, wide-eyed and gasping.
“I’m sorry!” she said in perfect American English, blinking up at them.
Y/N smiled and crouched down. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Are you alright?”
The girl nodded furiously. “Yeah! I was just running to my mommy. But—” Her eyes flicked between Y/N and Sunghoon, who had stepped closer and offered a kind smile. Then she grinned, cheeks dimpling. “You’re a really cute couple.”
Sunghoon chuckled, surprised. “You think so?”
She nodded. “Yeah! Like… a prince and a princess. You look like the people in fairytale books.”
Y/N laughed, eyes crinkling. “That’s so sweet. What’s your name?”
“Lily.”
“Well, thank you, Lily. You’re adorable too.”
Lily beamed. “Are you married?”
“Yes,” Sunghoon said proudly, glancing at Y/N. “Just a few days ago.”
Lily gasped, her tiny hands flying to her cheeks. “Like a real wedding?! With cake?!”
“The best cake,” Y/N confirmed, giggling.
Lily squealed. “I wanna be married one day too!”
“Make sure you find someone who loves you as much as I love her,” Sunghoon said with a wink. “Okay?”
“Okay!” she chirped, then waved. “Bye, married couple!”
As she ran off, her curls bouncing, Y/N straightened up slowly, still smiling.
“She was adorable,” she said, her voice soft.
Sunghoon nodded. “Very.”
They resumed walking again, the sand warm under their feet. The laughter faded into something quieter—more intimate—something contemplative.
Then, almost shyly, Y/N asked, “How many kids do you want?”
Sunghoon glanced at her, surprised but not caught off guard. He let the question settle before replying, voice gentle but certain. “I should be asking you that.”
She looked at him.
“You’re the one who gets to carry them,” he continued, “go through all the hard parts I can never fully understand. So whatever number feels right for you… that’s what I want too. I’ll support you, love you, help raise them every step of the way. Whether it’s one or five or… just us and a dog. You’re the one I want a future with—whatever that looks like.”
Y/N’s heart swelled, tears pricking unexpectedly behind her eyes. His words didn’t feel like a script—they felt like promises. And green flags. All of them.
She leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked. “I think… two,” she murmured. “Maybe three. I don’t know yet. But I know I want it with you.”
Sunghoon kissed the top of her head. “Then two or three it is.”
They kept walking slowly, the sea humming beside them, the breeze catching pieces of their laughter.
And in that moment, between a child’s innocent words and the dreams they gently stitched together under the sun, everything about their future felt exactly right.
The sky outside their villa’s window was slowly painted in strokes of orange and rose gold, the sun dipping low on the Maldivian horizon. After one last walk along the shore, hand in hand, hair tousled by the salty breeze and sand sticking to their toes, Y/N and Sunghoon reluctantly made their way back inside to prepare for their flight home that night.
They didn’t say much at first, both of them holding a sort of quiet melancholy that always came after a perfect dream ended — except this wasn’t an end. Just the beginning of a new chapter.
Back in their private villa, they showered and packed their suitcases in between soft giggles and sneaky kisses. Y/N folded their clothes, her white flowy dress from the yacht dinner tucked neatly beside his linen shirts. Sunghoon zipped up their bags with a dramatic sigh, “Can’t we just live here forever? I’ll start fishing or something.”
Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, “You? Fishing? You’d get sunburned within ten minutes.”
He looked at her with faux offense before walking over to wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Then you’ll have to take care of me.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“But I’m your hopeless,” he whispered, placing a kiss just under her ear.
By the time they arrived at the island’s private airstrip, the sun had disappeared, the moon casting silver shadows over the water. They waited quietly in the VIP lounge, sipping tea and cuddled on one couch. Y/N rested her head on Sunghoon’s shoulder while scrolling through the photos from the trip. Their engagement. The proposal. The private dinners. The little girl who had bumped into them earlier that day.
“She really thought we were a prince and princess,” Y/N chuckled softly, remembering the child’s innocent fascination.
“She has taste,” Sunghoon grinned. “You did look like one.”
“And you looked like my royal guard,” she teased, poking his side.
“I’d guard your heart every day if I have to.”
“Okay, Shakespeare.”
Their plane was finally ready, and they were ushered into a luxurious private cabin. As they settled into their seats, Y/N leaned back with a tired sigh. “Married life feels like a dream.”
Sunghoon looked over, his hand finding hers. “That’s because I’m dreaming too. But this one? I’m never waking up from it.”
During the flight, they kept it simple — changing into comfortable clothes, sharing a quiet meal, and watching a movie while curled beneath the provided blanket. At one point, Sunghoon whispered, “This might be my favorite part. Just us, flying back to our life.”
“Our real life,” she echoed. “Home. Work. Planning everything.”
“And loving each other through all of it,” he finished, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand.
Hours later, just as the city lights blinked below them through the cabin windows, Y/N drifted to sleep curled against his side, and Sunghoon stayed awake a little longer — just to watch her.
He smiled, kissed the crown of her head, and whispered so softly, only the stars could hear, “Thank you for choosing me.”
They landed as the sky began to lighten with dawn, the quiet promise of everything ahead glowing in the horizon.
As the car pulled away from the venue, the cheers and waves of their loved ones slowly faded into the distance, leaving just the two of them in the quiet hum of the night. The city lights blurred past, and for the first time that day, everything felt still.
Sunghoon exhaled, leaning back against the seat with a soft smile. His hand never left Y/N’s, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on her skin.
“That was…” He trailed off, searching for the right word.
“Perfect,” Y/N finished for him, tilting her head to look at him.
He turned toward her, eyes warm and filled with something deeper than happiness—something resembling peace, contentment. Love in its purest form.
“It really was.”
Y/N sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I feel like we just lived a dream.”
Sunghoon chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Then I guess we never have to wake up.”
The ride to their hotel—where they’d be spending the night before leaving for their honeymoon—felt too fast, but at the same time, they didn’t mind.
As the hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, a new kind of silence settled between them. The weight of the day—the ceremony, the vows, the overwhelming love from their family and friends—had been a whirlwind. But now, in the privacy of their suite, a different kind of anticipation lingered in the air.
Y/N stood near the window, her fingers grazing the delicate embroidery of her wedding dress. She let out a slow breath, her heart still fluttering, not from nerves alone but from the sheer realization that she was here, standing as Park Sunghoon’s wife.
Sunghoon, who had just slipped off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, glanced at her from across the room. His hands were steady, but his heart was racing. It was strange—he had never been the type to get nervous. Not in boardrooms, not in negotiations, not even when he was standing at the altar waiting for her. But this? This moment, just the two of them, felt more intimate than anything he had ever known.
He cleared his throat, a small chuckle escaping him. “You’re quiet.”
Y/N turned toward him, offering a soft smile. “So are you.”
He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Guess we both have a lot on our minds.”
She nodded, chewing on her lip. “It’s just… this is our first night as husband and wife.” She let out a small, breathy laugh. “Kind of surreal, don’t you think?”
Sunghoon stepped closer, reaching for her hand. He felt the slight tremble in her fingers and squeezed gently, reassuringly. “Yeah… it is.”
They stood there for a moment, just holding hands, the sound of their breaths filling the space between them. The flickering candlelight cast a golden glow around them, making everything feel even more dreamlike.
Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “Would you believe me if I said I was kind of nervous?”
Sunghoon huffed out a breath, looking down as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’d say… I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
She blinked. “Wait, you’re nervous?”
He scoffed, tilting his head. “What, you think I just breeze through everything with no nerves?”
“Well, yeah,” she admitted with a teasing smile. “You’re Park Sunghoon.”
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Trust me, I’ve never felt like this before. This whole day, this whole… forever thing with you? It means everything to me.”
Y/N softened, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Me too.”
His breath hitched slightly at her touch. He leaned into her palm, closing his eyes for a moment as if grounding himself. When he opened them, they were filled with something deeper—love, devotion, and the quiet, unspoken promise that he would take care of her always.
“Let’s take our time,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her knuckles.
She exhaled, relief washing over her. “I’d like that.”
Sunghoon smiled, stepping back slightly. “Okay, then. First order of business…” He glanced at the champagne chilling by the window. “A toast to us?”
Y/N giggled, nodding. “I like the sound of that.”
And just like that, the tension eased. They poured themselves glasses, clinking them together before taking slow sips, allowing the moment to sink in.
They didn’t rush. Instead, they laughed, they talked, they reminisced about their wedding day. Sunghoon even insisted on helping her out of her dress—not in a rushed, desperate way, but carefully, almost reverently, as if he were unwrapping the most precious gift.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the delicate scent of roses and vanilla lingering in the air. The world outside their suite had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own quiet, intimate universe.
Sunghoon’s fingers traced slow, reverent paths along Y/N’s arms, his touch featherlight as if memorizing every inch of her. His eyes, dark with emotion, never left hers as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed or urgent—it was deep, unhurried, and filled with the overwhelming love he had for her.
Y/N sighed into his touch, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. His warmth enveloped her, his presence grounding her in the moment. Every soft breath, every lingering kiss, spoke a thousand words neither of them needed to say.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sunghoon whispered against her skin, his voice hushed yet thick with emotion. He kissed her shoulder, then the delicate curve of her neck, savoring every reaction he drew from her.
Y/N shivered at his words, at the way he held her like she was something precious. She cupped his face, bringing him back up to her lips, pouring everything she felt into the kiss. It was a promise, a vow in its own right—one that said she was his just as much as he was hers.
The night stretched on, their movements slow and deliberate, a dance only they knew. It wasn’t about urgency or need. It was about love, about worship, about the beginning of forever.
As their bodies moved in sync, as whispered praises and soft moans filled the space between them, Y/N realized something—this moment, right here, was everything she had ever dreamed of.
And when they finally lay entwined, breathless and sated, Sunghoon pulled her impossibly close, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse yet so full of tenderness.
Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing lazy circles against his bare back. “I love you too.”
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other, knowing that this was only the beginning of their forever.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the honeymoon suite. Y/N stirred, her body curled into the warmth beside her. It took her a moment to register where she was—the delicate soreness, the comforting scent of Sunghoon’s cologne mixed with the crisp sheets, and the weight of an arm draped over her waist. A slow smile curled on her lips. She was married.
She shifted slightly, only to feel Sunghoon’s grip tighten, pulling her back against his chest. His voice was hoarse with sleep, warm against her ear.
“Good morning, wifey,” he murmured.
Y/N’s smile widened as she turned in his arms, meeting his sleepy gaze. His hair was adorably tousled, his bare chest radiating warmth. She traced her fingers lightly along his jaw before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Good morning, hubby,” she whispered against him, giggling when he groaned in approval.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer until their noses brushed. “I like the sound of that,” he mused, his lips trailing lazily along her cheek and jawline.
As Y/N shifted to sit up, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror across the room—and her jaw dropped. Dark hickeys. So many of them.
“Oh my god, Sunghoon!” she gasped, scrambling to pull the blanket up to her neck.
Sunghoon cracked one eye open and smirked. “What?”
She turned to him with a scandalized look. “Are you serious? Look at my neck! It looks like I got mauled!”
He hummed, reaching out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, fully exposing the marks. “You’re my wife. Gotta make sure people know that.”
Y/N lightly smacked his chest, her face heating up. “How am I supposed to go outside like this? We have a flight to catch!”
Sunghoon chuckled, unbothered as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder. “Guess you’ll just have to wear a scarf. Or let everyone know you have a very… loving husband.”
She groaned, playfully shoving his face away as he laughed.
At the Airport
Dressed in cozy yet stylish airport outfits, Y/N and Sunghoon checked in for their flight to the Maldives. She had indeed wrapped a light scarf around her neck, though Sunghoon’s smug glances made it clear he knew exactly why.
As they waited in the lounge, Y/N leaned her head on Sunghoon’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined. The exhaustion from the wedding was settling in, but the excitement of their honeymoon kept them both awake.
A flight attendant approached with a bright smile. “Excuse me, are you Park Sunghoon and Y/N? Congratulations on your wedding!”
Y/N blinked in surprise, while Sunghoon grinned. “Thank you.”
“We actually have a small surprise for you onboard,” the attendant continued. “Please enjoy your flight, and let us know if there’s anything we can do to make your honeymoon special.”
Once she left, Y/N turned to Sunghoon. “Did you arrange something?”
He simply smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.”
On the Plane
Seated in first class, they were greeted with glasses of champagne and a small congratulatory card from the airline. Y/N beamed at the gesture, but Sunghoon was more focused on her, watching as she read the card with a soft smile.
“Happy?” he asked.
She nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. “Beyond.”
As the flight took off, Sunghoon reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. They had their whole lives ahead of them, but for now, their focus was on one thing—their honeymoon in paradise.
The moment they stepped off the plane and onto the resort’s private dock, they were greeted with an extravagant welcome. Staff members lined up, offering them cool towels, floral leis, and fresh coconut drinks. A violinist played softly in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere.
Y/N gasped, looking around at the crystal-clear waters and luxurious overwater villas. “Sunghoon, this is—”
“Perfect,” he finished for her, pulling her close. “Only the best for my wife.”
Their villa was secluded, perched over the turquoise ocean with a private infinity pool, a deck with lounging chairs, and an open-concept suite that blended seamlessly with the tropical surroundings.
As soon as the staff left, Y/N and Sunghoon stood at the edge of the villa, taking in the breathtaking view. A comfortable silence settled between them, only the sound of the gentle waves filling the air.
Sunghoon exhaled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Can’t believe we’re finally here,” he murmured.
Y/N leaned into him, her fingers resting on his arms. “Me neither.”
For the first time in weeks, with all the wedding chaos behind them, they could just be. No stress, no schedules—just them, together.
Sunghoon pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Ready for the best honeymoon ever?”
She turned in his arms, smiling up at him. “With you? Always.”
And with that, they stepped inside, hand in hand, ready to enjoy their first night in paradise as husband and wife.
-
The next morning, Y/N woke up to the sound of gentle waves lapping against the stilts of their overwater villa. The warm golden light of the Maldivian sun filtered through the sheer white curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. She turned onto her side, expecting to find Sunghoon still asleep beside her—but the bed was empty.
Confused, she sat up, stretching as she glanced around. Just as she was about to call out for him, the scent of fresh coffee and tropical fruits drifted into the room.
Curious, she slipped out of bed, wrapping a silk robe around herself before stepping out onto the villa’s deck.
There, standing near the infinity pool, was Sunghoon—shirtless, wearing only a pair of linen pants, his hair still damp from a morning swim. He was setting up breakfast on the small outdoor dining table, complete with a spread of pastries, tropical fruits, eggs, and fresh juice.
At the sound of her footsteps, he turned, a soft smile spreading across his face.
“Morning, wifey,” he greeted, holding out a cup of coffee.
Y/N accepted it, smiling as she took a sip. “Morning, hubby. You’re up early.”
Sunghoon shrugged, pulling her into a one-armed hug as he kissed the top of her head. “Didn’t want to waste a second of this trip. Besides, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”
Y/N beamed, appreciating the effort. “You’re the best.”
They settled at the table, enjoying their meal as the ocean breeze brushed against their skin. The water was a brilliant shade of blue, and the peaceful silence between them only made the moment feel more surreal.
As they finished eating, Sunghoon leaned back in his chair. “I was thinking… how about we go explore the island today? Do everything—swim, snorkel, maybe even go on a private boat tour?”
Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I love that idea.”
He smirked. “Good, because I already booked everything.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Of course you did.”
After getting dressed in their swimwear—Y/N in a chic white swimsuit with a flowy cover-up, and Sunghoon in a pair of navy swim trunks—they set off on their adventure.
Their first stop was a private snorkeling tour. A speedboat took them to a secluded coral reef, where they were given snorkeling gear and guided into the crystal-clear waters.
The moment Y/N submerged herself, she was mesmerized. Schools of vibrant fish swam around her, weaving between colorful coral formations. Sunghoon swam beside her, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand underwater.
When they surfaced, Y/N was grinning. “This is incredible.”
Sunghoon, his hair slicked back from the water, nodded. “I knew you’d love it.”
They spent nearly an hour swimming, exploring the reef, and spotting sea turtles gliding gracefully through the water. At one point, Sunghoon pulled her into his arms, his wet hands gliding over her waist.
“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her wet forehead.
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Flirting even in the middle of the ocean?”
He smirked. “Always.”
After snorkeling, they returned to the island, where Sunghoon had arranged a private beach picnic. A shaded cabana had been set up just for them, complete with plush pillows, a low table, and an assortment of fresh seafood and tropical delicacies.
As they ate, they talked about everything—future travel plans, their dream home, even the possibility of getting a pet.
At one point, Sunghoon reached across the table, intertwining their fingers. “I still can’t believe we’re here. Married.”
Y/N squeezed his hand. “Me neither. It feels like a dream.”
He chuckled. “If it is, I never want to wake up.”
After their meal, they spent time lounging in the cabana, the warmth of the sun lulling them into a relaxed state. Y/N lay with her head on Sunghoon’s chest, his fingers lazily running up and down her arm.
“Hey,” he murmured.
She tilted her head up. “Hmm?”
“Wanna go swimming again? This time, just us?” He nodded toward the shoreline, where the waves were gently rolling onto the sand.
Y/N grinned. “Race you there?”
Sunghoon smirked. “You’re on.”
The moment she got up, he took off running, and she squealed, chasing after him. They splashed into the water, laughing as Sunghoon lifted her effortlessly, spinning her around before dunking both of them under.
When they surfaced, Y/N clung to him, breathless from laughter. Sunghoon smoothed her wet hair back, his eyes soft as he gazed at her.
“You’re my favorite adventure,” he whispered.
Y/N’s heart melted. “And you’re mine.”
As the sun began to dip in the sky, casting a golden hue over the island, they dried off and prepared for their final activity of the day—a private sunset cruise.
Dressed in breezy evening attire, they boarded a luxurious yacht waiting for them at the dock. A crew member welcomed them with chilled champagne and guided them to the open deck, where a plush seating area awaited.
The yacht set off, gliding smoothly over the water as the sun dipped closer to the horizon. The sky transformed into a breathtaking blend of pink, orange, and purple, the reflection shimmering on the calm ocean.
Y/N leaned against the railing, utterly mesmerized. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sunghoon, standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist. “I agree,” he murmured, though his eyes were locked on her instead of the sunset.
She turned in his arms, smiling up at him. “You’re not even looking.”
He smirked. “Because nothing is more beautiful than my wife.”
Y/N groaned, playfully hitting his chest. “You’re so cheesy.”
“And you love it,” he teased, pulling her even closer.
They clinked their champagne glasses together, savoring the moment. The waves lapped gently against the yacht, the cool ocean breeze mixing with the warmth of Sunghoon’s embrace.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, Sunghoon pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world.”
Y/N cupped his face, her thumbs grazing over his cheeks. “And thank you for making me feel like the luckiest woman alive.”
They stood there for a long moment, simply holding each other as the stars began to appear in the night sky.
When they returned to their villa, Y/N was exhausted but happy. Sunghoon, ever the thoughtful husband, ran her a warm bath, lighting scented candles and pouring in soothing oils.
She sank into the tub with a content sigh, while Sunghoon sat beside her, tracing patterns on her damp shoulder.
“What’s tomorrow’s plan?” she asked sleepily.
Sunghoon chuckled. “You’ll see.”
Y/N playfully pouted. “You and your surprises.”
He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “That’s what makes it fun.”
As they finally climbed into bed, Sunghoon pulled her close, whispering, “Sleep well, wifey.”
Y/N snuggled against him, smiling. “Goodnight, hubby.”
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the adventures still waiting for them.
The next day in the Maldives unfolded with the same golden tranquility as the one before. The sun rose lazily over the horizon, sending streaks of soft coral light over the glistening sea as waves kissed the edges of their overwater villa. Y/N woke up first, wrapped in linen sheets and sunlight, her legs tangled with Sunghoon’s under the covers. His arm was thrown lazily over her waist, his face still pressed against the pillow, lips slightly parted in sleep.
She smiled, her fingers brushing his hair away from his face as she whispered, “Wake up, hubby.”
He groaned, pulling her closer without opening his eyes. “Too early, wifey.”
She giggled and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “We have a lunch reservation today.”
That got him to open one eye. “Do I have to wear a shirt?”
Y/N rolled her eyes with a fond smile. “Just long enough for them to let us in.”
Eventually, they got up, shared a quick morning shower (with a few cheeky kisses pressed against fogged glass), and dressed for their day. Y/N wore a breezy white dress that hugged her waist and floated around her knees, while Sunghoon opted for a loose linen button-down and beige shorts, his wedding band glinting under the sunlight.
They strolled hand-in-hand across the wooden walkways toward the resort’s most well-known floating restaurant for lunch. The tables were built into the water itself, giving the illusion of dining over the sea, with the occasional fish darting beneath their feet.
As they were being seated, their waiter—a young, cheerful man who looked barely out of university—offered a bright smile. “Welcome, Mr. and Miss Park! You must be siblings?”
Y/N blinked. Sunghoon paused mid-sit.
The server gestured between them. “Same surname, similar nose structure… and you kind of look alike when you smile.”
Y/N, caught off guard, let out a startled laugh.
Sunghoon’s expression slowly shifted from confused to slightly horrified. “We’re not—”
But the server continued, unfazed. “Either way, you’re both really good-looking. If your brother ever ditches you—” he winked at Y/N, “—I’m available.”
There was a beat of silence before Sunghoon said flatly, “I’m her husband.”
The poor waiter’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and shut like a fish. “Oh. OH. I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize—congratulations! You both look really young, I mean—I didn’t mean—” He clumsily grabbed the menus. “Let me, uh, get you some champagne. On the house!”
As he all but fled from the table, Y/N burst into giggles, covering her mouth. “Oh my god, did he just flirt with me in front of you?”
Sunghoon looked personally offended. “He thought I was your brother. That’s worse.”
“You do look alike,” she teased, fluttering her lashes. “Especially when you pout like that.”
He narrowed his eyes. “This is your fault. You always attract chaos.”
“And yet, you married me,” she countered sweetly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.
He sighed dramatically. “My greatest blessing. And my most dangerous weakness.”
They clinked glasses as the champagne arrived, still laughing about the misunderstanding as the server made every effort not to make eye contact with either of them again.
“I can’t wait to tell Jake and Yejin about this,” Y/N said through a grin. “They’re going to die laughing.”
Sunghoon groaned into his champagne. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Not a chance, brother.”
He gave her a look—but even that melted into a grin. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I know,” she said proudly, sipping her drink. “Now let’s order everything on the dessert menu and traumatize him further.”
Sunghoon raised a brow. “You’re evil.”
“I’m your evil.”
“And my wife.”
“Exactly.”
And with that, they fell into lighthearted conversation, eating lunch over the sea, surrounded by laughter, blue skies, and the kind of love that made even mistaken identities a core memory.
