“Love, this is not necessary.”
“Oppa, don’t you know that the journey is half the fun?”
Naeun smiled glowingly up at her husband. How strange is it to refer to him in such a way? She loved how the giddy butterflies in her stomach flutter with every look, the way how everything seems exactly the same, yet different at the same time. The love they had stayed the same, but there is a glowing satisfaction that he’s hers forever, in every shape and form, and her his. For everyone else in the check-in area, it seemed glaringly obvious that the young couple is just recently married, no one would glow the way they did at that moment, no one else would keep their eyes trained solely to that one person like they did. Myungsoo and Naeun could feel it as well. They have never been a publicly affectionate couple as both are very private in their affairs, only showing affections to one another in the confines of their respective apartments. This time, Myungsoo couldn’t even dare to remove his hand from her waist or from around her shoulders, not caring the way people glance at them every time he kissed her forehead, the top of her head, her cheeks, her lips.
“We’ve been to Paris god knows how many times…”
“I hear you complaining but I also see this smile on your face.”
She turned around in his arms, wide eyes peering up at him with a small teasing smile on her face. Leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, she took off the sunglasses off of him and placed it on top of her head.
“Why? You don’t like going places with me?”
“That’s not the case and you know it.”
“Then quit complaining, you big baby.”
Myungsoo teasingly locked his mouth closed and threw the ‘keys’ over his shoulder, making Naeun giggle at his childishness. Who knew the great Healer Kim could be such a child at times? Turning her to look forward again with one hand, he used his free hand to push the trolly laden with three heavy suitcases, pouting a little that he couldn’t use his magic to just levitate them on to the check in desk for weigh-in.
“Yeah, we reserved. Two seats in first class, for Kim.” Myungsoo said smoothly to the lady behind the counter. She nodded and immediately typed in their reservations, and Myungsoo couldn’t help but sigh a little knowing that they could’ve been in their destination in mere seconds if they were to use a portkey or apparate. But of course, Naeun would have none of it.
“Calm down~” Naeun whispered, coming up to her tiptoes to pat her husband’s shoulder gently, knowing that he must be frustrated out of his mind because of the wait.
After a few minutes, their tickets were printed, bags safely carted off, and they were sent off to board their seats.
“When was the last time you went on a train.” She said accusingly, looking up at him as they walked towards their designated platform.
“Uh-…” Myungsoo thought, eyes flickering around to find the appropriate sign. “My last year of Hogwarts, probably.”
“That’s right! And now you get to do it again! But better, because you’re in first class, and you’re with me.”
Myungsoo couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at his ever indignant little wife. She isn’t very stubborn about a lot of things, but when it comes to her own honeymoon it’s practically impossible to get her to budge. Especially since they barely see each other throughout planning the wedding and even before due to Myungsoo’s job at the hospital.
Shown into their compartment, Naeun had to stop from clapping her hands in delight at the sheer comfort that the tiny room exudes. Two fluffy sofas filled with pillows on either side of the wall, sheer peach drapes across the windows and a coffee table underneath it. Looking up, she could also see their suitcases mounted to the overhead compartments. Letting go of Myungsoo’s hand, she dove — quite unladylike — to one of the sofas, pulling her leg up and burying her face to the pillows.
“At least let me close the door and shut the blinds.” Myungsoo said blankly, staring pointedly at her skirt that has ridden up her legs in her haste.
“Why would you shut the blinds? They would think we’re doing something even before the train started moving…”
And to that, Myungsoo smirked, closing the last of the blinds and falling backwards to the same sofa that Naeun is in, picking her up easily and placing her across his lap.
“We are on our honeymoon after all…”
“Oppa, you’re crazy.” Naeun said automatically, cheeks immediately rosy as her eyes shifted away from his.
“I’m a man.” He retorted, using his free hand to tilt her head back to face him. Myungsoo cracked a smile, spotting — as usual — her wide and slightly shocked features at his boldness.
Leaning in, he captured her lips in a slow kiss, feeling her eyelashes brush the smallest of his cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed. She tasted sweet, and it took him all he had not to have his way with her. But he didn’t, and instead kissed her repeatedly on her lips and slowly making his way up and down her jaw. Myungsoo smiled in amusement as he feels her fingers running through his hair.
“You’re cute and all…” He mumbled against her skin, finally pulling away from her neck to stare at her face. Eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted in a daze, Myungsoo couldn’t help but to kiss the corner of her lips once more before continuing. “But I really don’t have any energy from dragging all of those suitcases around-“
A loud smack landed on his shoulder, causing Myungsoo to double in mock pain and curve his body against Naeun who was still on his lap, completely aware that his wife couldn’t try to physically hurt him even if she wanted to.
“Oh so now you want it?” He asked mischievously, raising his head to smirk at her.
Another smack on his chest.
“Okay okay I get it …wait until the train is moving. Okay.”
Naeun gave up, a shy smile on her face as she laid her head on her husband’s chest. She really was happy enough that he was happy and cheerful like this, everything else is just extra.
“Tell me when to stand up when your legs fall asleep.” She mumbled against his blazer, nuzzling her head on his shoulder.
“That wont happen cos I’m holding you~”
“Ugh~ So cheesy, oppa~” She said, giggling as she wrinkled her nose in distaste. “But it’s okay, I married you, didn’t I?”
Laughing once more, she began tracing small patterns on his clothed chest, feeling a swell of happiness and bliss swirling inside her heart.
Smiling at the tiny girl curled up in his arm, Myungsoo kissed the top of her head and — realizing that it wasn’t enough anymore — used his free hand to tilt her head upwards to face him once more, placing a slow, deliberate kiss on her rosy lips.
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