Beach
Oneshot!
Pairing: Lee Byunghun x Wife!Reader
Summary: Byunghun surprises his wife with a dreamy beach picnic at sunset, fulfilling a wish she once shared. Full of laughter, playful chasing, and soft kisses, it’s a perfect evening of love and warmth.
Warnings: It's purely romantic and fluffy so basically no warning except the age gap.
Author's Note: Tbh, I just poured my manifestation into words. I really want a day like this in my life!
Words Count: 1423
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"Hurry up, sweetheart!" Byunghun’s voice echoed through the apartment, laced with a playful impatience. “We’ll miss the sun if you keep changing your earrings and sunglasses every two minutes!”
From the bedroom, you groaned dramatically, “You still haven’t told me where we’re going! How am I supposed to know if it’s earrings or sunglasses?”
“I said beach vibe, didn’t I?” he called back, a smile tugging at his lips. “That should narrow it down.”
You peeked around the door frame, barefoot, holding two sundresses—one white, one floral. He looked up from tying his shoes and gave a long, appreciative glance. “White. Definitely the white.”
Moments later, the two of you stepped into the golden afternoon sunlight—he in a breezy linen shirt, partly unbuttoned, with khaki shorts and dark sunglasses that somehow made him look both relaxed and impossibly handsome.
You, in your flowing white dress, your sandals in hand as you skipped toward the car, hair tied back with a silk scarf. You kept nudging him on the way to the car, trying to sneak hints out of him, but he only smirked and tapped the steering wheel with rhythmic confidence.
“Is it far?”
“Nope.”
“Are we meeting someone?”
“Nope.”
“Will I love it?”
“I hope so,” he said, casting a side glance at you, soft and sincere.
A few years ago, no one would've guessed you'd end up here—married to Lee Byunghun, Korea’s most admired actor. You were younger than him, yes, but your connection had defied age, distance, and industry gossip. You met him on a quiet film set, your first day as a makeup assistant, and while everything about him had intimidated you—his experience, his aura, his fame—he’d been the first to smile and ask your name.
Since then, life had been a whirlwind—flashes of cameras, long nights waiting for him to come home from shoots, and quiet mornings where he made you coffee just the way you liked it. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always real.
Lately, though, he’d been gone more than usual—films, promotions, scripts piling on his schedule. You didn’t complain, but he noticed. And today, he’d made a silent vow to give you something you hadn’t had in a long time: undivided attention.
A surprise just for you.
By the time the car rolled to a stop, the sky had already begun melting into soft hues of amber and rose gold. The sea breeze swept in the moment he opened your door, the distant crash of waves greeting you like an old friend.
Y/n stepped out, squinting toward the shore… and your breath caught.
There, nestled on the smooth sand near the edge of the water, was a perfectly laid-out beach mat. A light linen blanket fluttered slightly in the wind, weighed down by a classic wicker basket. A pair of throw pillows, two tall glasses of fresh juice already waiting. The golden light danced across the setup like something out of a film scene—but it wasn’t a movie set.
It was real.
Y/n hand instinctively grabbed his. “Byunghun…” you whispered, stunned.
He glanced at you with a boyish grin, his fingers tightening around yours. “Do you like it?”
Y/n didn’t answer right away—your throat was thick with emotion. Instead, you walked with him, barefoot now, letting the sand sink beneath your toes as you approached the cozy little picnic.
Y/n lowered yourself onto the blanket slowly, brushing fingers along the basket, noticing the exact snacks you loved—fruit, pastries, chips with that dip you always talked about.
“How did you…” you started softly, your eyes not leaving the view.
“You once said,” he murmured, sitting beside you, “that you always dreamed of a simple beach picnic with your husband. No cameras, no restaurants. Just the sound of the ocean and the person you love.”
You blinked at him, stunned that he remembered something you’d said so long ago—casually, late one night while watching a movie together, your head in his lap.
“Oppa...you remembered that?” you finally asked.
He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course I did. You say things with your heart, not just your mouth. How could I forget?”
The sun was nearly touching the edge of the ocean now, painting your skin with honeyed light. And for a moment, time slowed—just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but waves and warmth.
Before he could say another word, you flung your arms around him and tackled him into a tight hug, causing him to fall back onto the soft mat with a surprised grunt.
“Woah—” Byunghun laughed, landing flat on his back with you on top of him. The laughter didn’t stop there—his deep chuckle rumbled beneath you as he looked up at your glowing face. “You trying to kill me with affection?”
“No,” you whispered, leaning in and burying your face in his neck for a second. “I’m just… really, really happy.” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. “You remembered. You actually remembered. This is perfect.”
He smiled, cupping your cheek gently. “I told you I was listening, jagiya.”
And just like that, you kissed him—soft, slow, sun-warmed. The waves crashed behind you, and the world paused as the two of you melted into each other’s presence.
But soon, you pulled back with a little gasp. “Wait! Don’t move—take a few pictures of me before it gets too dark!”
You quickly grabbed the phone from the corner of the mat and handed it to him, adjusting your hair with a playful gleam in your eye. “Make me look like a Pinterest board.”
Byunghun laughed, shaking his head but taking the phone. “You already do.” He snapped a few photos as you posed barefoot in the sand, wind in your hair, dress fluttering just right. You turned and laughed over your shoulder, twirling with arms out.
After a few pictures, you slipped off the mat and wandered toward the shoreline, your feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. The water touched your toes, and you giggled at the chill.
“Not too far!” he called out, standing up and brushing the sand off his pants.
“Then come stop me!” you shouted back with a grin, before suddenly running along the shore, water splashing up as you darted ahead like a kid on summer break.
“Yaah, are you serious?” he groaned—but he was already grinning as he took off after you.
You shrieked and picked up speed, laughing wildly as you glanced back and saw him gaining on you. “Byunghun, no—!”
But within seconds, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and he lifted you off the ground with a triumphant laugh.
“I warned you!” he said, twirling you in the air.
You both tumbled down into the shallow waves, clothes getting damp, water splashing as you playfully kicked at him and he retaliated.
The ocean wrapped around your ankles, laughter echoing between you as the sun dipped lower behind you, casting everything in gold.
There was no crowd, no cameras, no noise—just love, laughter, and the kind of happiness that made your heart feel full.
The waves gently lapped around your ankles as you leaned into him, soaked but glowing, breathless from all the running and laughing.
Byunghun’s hands found your waist, firm yet gentle, while yours rested over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.
You both stood still for a moment, the golden sun behind you casting a halo around your figures, your laughter slowly settling into soft smiles.
Then, he leaned in—close enough for you to feel his breath brush your lips.
His voice dropped into a quiet murmur, eyes locked with yours. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Your cheeks warmed again, but before you could tease him back, he pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was slow, tender, unrushed—like everything in the world had finally paused to give you this perfect moment.
Saltwater kissed your skin, the cool breeze tangled in your hair, and his mouth moved against yours like a promise he’d never break.
When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, you both breathed out the same words at once, soft and in sync.
“I love you.”
His thumb gently traced your cheek as you smiled.
And just like that—with waves dancing around your feet, the sun dipping beneath the horizon, and your hearts tangled in something so real and gentle—you knew this was one of those moments you’d keep forever.