“Yeoul.”
“Y-yeah?”
“How is it, meeting outside?”
“What do you mean, how?”
“Me.”
I smiled broadly while deliberately releasing pleasant pheromones. I filled Yeoul’s big eyes. Seeing that expression of looking at me as if entranced, I somehow felt good. Right now, Han Yeoul is falling for me. As always, but especially more so.
So I should say it now. Here on the main street in front of Han Yeoul’s company, where Han Yeoul won’t be embarrassed and I can broadcast to the whole world that Han Yeoul is mine—privately.
“You know, Yeoul.”
I took out the ring box from my pocket.
“Actually, I wanted to do this properly in a nice atmosphere…”
But then it would be too private and I couldn’t broadcast to the whole world that you’re mine.
“Yeah?”
I opened the ring box. The sparkling wedding rings were gathering all the midday sunlight and shining on Han Yeoul.
“It’s a bit early, but… shall we get married?”
People’s gazes turned toward us. This is what I wanted. I wanted all the passing people to look at us. But it was fine. Han Yeoul’s eyes would only see me anyway.
Yeoul’s big eyes wavered for a moment, then folded prettily again.
“Yes!”
Holding Yeoul who rushed into my arms, I enjoyed the surrounding gazes looking at us. The only place in Han Yeoul’s sphere of life that my touch hadn’t reached. Now my presence has been imprinted here too. Everyone here today knows that Han Yeoul belongs to Yoo Seonjae.
Success.
The whole world is blessing us.
“Then, shall we put on the rings, honey?”
Han Yeoul’s face turned bright red as he looked at me asking. Cute. The prettiest bride in the world.
“Why are you so embarrassed, Yeoul? Once you and I get married, we’ll really be ‘honey’ and ‘darling.'”
I lowered my head to look into Han Yeoul’s eyes and smiled. Han Yeoul pulled me into his arms with a choked-up face and kissed me. Sweet pheromones brushed past my nose. What interrupted the pleasant kiss was the cell phone in Han Yeoul’s pocket.
Han Yeoul’s face turned bright red after checking the text message. He seems to have just realized where he’s standing. That text was probably from Lee Seung-wook. Well, thank you anyway. Let’s do well going forward, Team Leader Lee.
“Honey, your face is red.”
“Let’s…”
“Hm?”
“Just let’s go, quickly.”
The back of Han Yeoul’s head as he walked quickly holding my hand seemed to be saying “Let’s run away quickly,” and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was the happiest afternoon of my life.
I wanted to have a grand wedding ceremony.
I wanted to shout into a megaphone all day long throughout the neighborhood so the whole world would know that Han Yeoul is Yoo Seonjae’s husband. But all that came out of Han Yeoul’s mouth was this:
“Do we… really need to have a ceremony?”
What is he saying right now?
He said he wanted to do it big later. After expanding our world, he wanted to do it while receiving blessings from more people. Wasn’t that why we postponed it?
“Actually, getting married at a young age isn’t something to brag about that much…”
What do you mean young? We’re going to be in our mid-twenties soon.
“Everyone already knows you and I are dating anyway, so do we really need to have a big ceremony?”
Those are people who know we’re ‘dating,’ and marriage and dating are different, Han Yeoul.
“Besides, I already received this wonderful ring.”
Han Yeoul raised his finger and smiled brightly. That ‘proud ring’ shining on the fourth finger of his left hand, which I picked and picked and finally custom-ordered to match Han Yeoul’s taste—I couldn’t stand the sight of it.
“Yeoul.”
A pleasant low voice directed toward Han Yeoul. Han Yeoul’s father. No, ‘Father-in-law’ closed the book he was reading with a ‘thud’ after hearing his words.
“Still, that’s not right.”
Good job! Fighting, Father-in-law!
“Marriage isn’t just between you two. It’s also a union of two families. I understand how you feel, but we can’t not have a ceremony at all. The Chairman has his reputation too. This is the ‘first happy occasion’ of our two families.”
Right, right.
As I nodded, Father also chimed in.
“Well, my reputation isn’t particularly important—what matters is you two. Good things should be widely known, shouldn’t they? That way, the days you’ll live going forward will be even more sparkling. Isn’t that right, in-law?”
Father winked at ‘Father-in-law.’ I cheered inwardly. Without even planning it, both of them are on my side like this. As expected, I’m a lucky guy.
“I suppose…”
Han Yeoul thought for a moment, then smiled bashfully as if embarrassed.
“I guess I was only thinking about myself.”
This is the wedding ceremony I fought for. So I don’t need to be disappointed that it’s smaller than I thought, Yoo Seonjae. Look there, look at Han Yeoul in his white suit.
My lower abdomen was already tightening—I was going crazy. No, how can he be that pretty? That short distance Han Yeoul was walking holding a bouquet felt like 100 kilometers.
He’s not even a virgin, but does he have to walk the virgin road…
I was exerting my maximum patience to hold back from trudging over in the middle and scooping up Han Yeoul to carry him over.
He tried to skip showing me something this pretty—that’s a bit cheeky. The whole world knows Han Yeoul is pretty, but only Han Yeoul doesn’t know.
Uncle Irang said Han Yeoul being so unable to be objective about himself is my fault, but Uncle, wouldn’t you have done the same if you were me? My omega is so pretty that flies buzz around everywhere, so it’s good for both of us to block them all in advance so we don’t have to see unpleasant things. Thanks to that, Han Yeoul has lived comfortably and peacefully until now.
And he will continue to do so. Forever, if he’s with me.
“This is a bit… embarrassing.”
Han Yeoul whispered as he linked arms with me at the end of the virgin road. My omega, my husband whispering in a voice sweeter than anything—I was prouder than anyone.
“Yeoul, you’re really the prettiest in the world today.”
Han Yeoul’s face flushed as he stopped linking arms and his lips twitched. Cute.
The day Han Yeoul and I became family, we captured each other’s image in our eyes for a long time. As if trying to preserve this moment, right now, forever.
Many things changed after getting married.
First, what changed most was my mindset.
Honestly, I don’t remember well the morning I greeted my first day as married man Yoo Seonjae. The honeymoon destination was the Maldives. It was a cliché but guaranteed honeymoon destination I chose because I wanted to commemorate becoming a ‘married couple’ while leaning on each other’s shoulders facing the cobalt blue sea, watching the sunset and sunrise with Han Yeoul.
However, because we were frantically devouring each other until dawn the night before—no, until early morning—the two weeks of our honeymoon had nothing particularly special to remember.
Maldives? What did that even look like? I’d have to have seen something to remember it.
Anyway, after returning like that, Han Yeoul rested for just one day and went to work. Such is the life of an office worker. Even though I said he doesn’t need to work, he doesn’t want to give up his career, so well… even if I don’t like it, what can I do? The work he does outside will eventually become my work anyway, so that’s not bad either.
However…
I wanted to take better care of Han Yeoul as he commutes.
Before Han Yeoul wakes up, I go to the dressing room to pick out the suit Han Yeoul will wear in advance, iron his shirt, and match coordinating cufflinks, tie pins, and watches. Then I go to the kitchen and make ABC juice to substitute for Han Yeoul’s breakfast.
I cut beets, apples, and carrots in a 0.3:1:1 ratio, put them in the blender, and turn it on.
When the blender whirrs, only then does Han Yeoul come out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes. Then I scoop up Han Yeoul, give him a light morning kiss, and we go into the bathroom together for a morning shower—that was our routine.
There were more days when the morning shower didn’t just end as a morning shower.
“Is one glass of juice in the morning really enough?”
“Yeah. I’m full.”
“Did I feed you too much of mine…”
Han Yeoul, who was drinking juice, spat it out with a “Pfft.” Han Yeoul smacked my back as I giggled while wiping up the spilled juice. Then he drank the rest of the juice, slung his bag over his shoulder, and said:
“I like it because it’s delicious. This and that. I’m off.”
