[9:12 AM – Kitchen | Seoul | The Morning Before the Madness]
The soft clatter of a spoon against a cup echoed through the kitchen as morning light spilled across the counter.
She was humming to herself.
Loose shirt.
Oversized jeans brushing the floor.
Headphones dangling around her wrist.
Hair still slightly damp from her shower.
No mask today.
Just her soft, bare face glowing under the kitchen lights.
He walked in freshly showered—hair still damp, plain white T-shirt, pajama pants. Still blinking sleep from his eyes.
And then he saw her.
Saw that look.
Froze.
Sighed.
Kim Bum (softly, defeated):
> "Again…"
Y/N (without turning around, casual):
> "Hmm?"
Kim Bum (half-pouting):
> "You're doing it again."
Y/N (turning, innocent eyes):
> "Doing what, Mr. Actor?"
Kim Bum (pointing at her helplessly):
> "Attacking me."
Y/N (genuinely confused):
> "I'm just making breakfast…"
Kim Bum (crossing arms):
> "Exactly. While looking like that."
She tilted her head.
Still not understanding.
Still looking like the most unintentional heart thief on earth.
Y/N (completely innocent):
> "What did I do now?"
That did it.
That exact tone.
That confused-little-fox energy.
He couldn't take it anymore.
In two quick steps, he closed the distance—
Kim Bum:
> "That's it. Come here."
Y/N:
> "Huh?! W-Wait! I'm making—YAHHH!"
Too late.
He picked her up like she weighed nothing.
Easily.
Naturally.
Like this was routine now.
Like his arms had a memory of holding her there.
She squealed in protest—but it was soft, not serious.
He turned, walked over to the counter, and sat her on top of it.
Right next to the cutting board.
Kim Bum (resting his forehead on hers):
> "I want a hug."
Y/N (breathless):
> "I'm literally in the middle of—"
Kim Bum (eyes closed):
> "A hug, little fox. I'm starving."
Y/N (sighing like she's tired of him, but her smile is too real):
> "Fine…"
She opened her arms.
He didn't hesitate.
Dove straight in.
Wrapped himself around her like he'd been waiting all night.
His arms locked behind her back.
Face buried in her neck.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Just stayed there.
Holding her.
Like this was his version of peace.
His version of a recharge.
Kim Bum (voice muffled):
> "You smell like sugar."
Y/N (soft giggle):
> "It's just shampoo."
Kim Bum (childish whisper):
> "Still sugar."
She stroked his back gently, like calming a giant toddler.
They stayed like that.
Just the hum of the kitchen fan in the background.
No kissing.
No rushing.
Just two people who couldn't get close enough—even when they already lived in each other's orbit.
Y/N (whispering):
> "You know we still have to go wedding shopping today, right?"
Kim Bum (still clinging):
> "Then I'm storing hugs now."
She rolled her eyes.
But she didn't push him away.
Not even once.
[11:02 AM – Seoul Mall | Wedding Shopping, but Make it Chaotic & Cute]
They stepped out of the cab, right in front of one of the biggest malls in Seoul.
He was bouncing.
Literally bouncing on his feet like a kid at an amusement park.
Y/N had barely closed her purse before he was already scanning the place with wide, sparkly eyes.
Kim Bum (grinning like the sun):
> "We're getting married, little fox."
Y/N (chuckling at his excitement):
> "You've said that five times since the elevator."
Kim Bum (with a dramatic gasp):
> "You don't feel the magic in the air?"
Y/N:
> "I feel your energy radiating like a 5-year-old who just saw a toy store."
He grinned even wider.
Then, before they stepped in, he turned to her and adjusted the black cap over her hair. Then gently helped her with her mask.
Kim Bum (softly, a little playful):
> "Hide the face. I don't want to start a fan war in the ring shop."
Y/N (pouting under the mask):
> "But it's hard to breathe—"
Kim Bum (already putting his own mask on):
> "If I'm suffering, we're suffering together."
Y/N (mock dramatic):
> "So romantic."
And just like that, hand in hand, they walked into the mall.
She held his hand firmly—because let's be honest, the man had the attention span of a cat in a butterfly garden.
Already he was looking left and right like, "Ooh! Cake shop! Ooh! Suits!"
Y/N (chuckling):
> "Yahhh, slow down, Mr. Actor."
Kim Bum (spinning around to face her while still walking backward):
> "Let's buy the ring first! Let's get the ring!"
Then paused.
Turned serious.
Then spun back again.
Kim Bum:
> "No, no. My suit first. I want to look perfect."
Another pause.
He spun again.
Kim Bum:
> "WAIT. No. Your dress first. You'll look like a queen. Scratch that. Empress."
Y/N (laughing behind her mask):
> "Yeahhh, Mr. Actor. Let's get the ring first."
Kim Bum (childish grin under his mask):
> "Okay okay. Let's go."
And their fingers?
Still intertwined.
Her hand holding his firmly—because yes, he would get distracted by literally anything sparkly or dramatic.
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[11:26 AM – Ring Store | Something Simple, Something Theirs]
The bell above the ring shop jingled as they stepped inside.
Polished cases. Soft velvet trays. Warm lighting.
No drama.
Just... sincerity.
They browsed for a while.
Not the big flashy diamonds.
Not the over-designed royalty pieces.
Just something… them.
Simple.
Subtle.
Elegant.
With a little work—enough to whisper forever without shouting.
She picked his.
He picked hers.
And when they slipped them on—
Even the shop assistant paused.
They weren't just rings.
They were them.
Mr. Actor & Little Fox:
> Ringed. Matched. Done.
And the second they stepped outside—
He dragged her out like a man on a mission.
---
[12:04 PM – Bridal & Groom Store | Two Entrances. One Chaos.]
Two clear sections.
Left: Bridal.
Right: Groom.
He took one glance and started walking toward the left.
Kim Bum (determined):
> "Let's go buy your dress now—"
But—
She yanked him back by the wrist.
Y/N (firmly):
> "Nope."
Kim Bum (startled):
> "Eh?!"
Y/N (pulling him toward the right):
> "Mr. Actor, we're buying your suit first. No arguments."
Kim Bum (mock gasp):
> "Are you dragging me?!"
Y/N (grinning under her mask):
> "You get distracted by mannequins. Yes, I'm dragging you."
He giggled. Let himself be pulled along.
Like it was his favorite thing.
Kim Bum (softly, as he followed):
> "Okay… okay…"
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[12:10 PM – Still Walking | Still Holding Hands]
And then—
As they passed through the hallway—
A couple of people looked at them.
They didn't know them. Of course not.
Caps. Masks. Covered faces.
But they saw something else.
Two people.
Holding hands.
Laughing.
One dragging the other like it was second nature.
And it was.
Kim Bum turned to one passerby and whispered—not that quietly.
Kim Bum (excited, pure, giddy):
> "She's mine."
Y/N (blushing under the mask):
> "YAHH!"
Kim Bum (grinning like a child):
> "They should know! I'm getting married to my little fox!"
She hit his arm gently.
He didn't even flinch.
Too happy.
Too in love.
Too busy watching her with that look—the one that said:
"I still can't believe it's you."
And the passerby?
They didn't recognize them.
But they smiled anyway.
Because even with the masks…
Love like that was impossible to miss.
[12:18 PM – Groom Section | Seoul Mall | The Suit Moment™]
She helped him scan through rows of tuxedos, suits, and traditional options.
Carefully.
Focused.
Occasionally pointing at something sharp-looking.
Occasionally frowning at a glittery mess and saying,
> "Absolutely not, Mr. Actor. You are not going as a chandelier."
He just chuckled.
Let her pick.
Let her fuss.
Let her tug out three blazers and squint like a designer-in-progress.
Then finally—
He went in to try one.
She waited just outside the fitting room.
Sitting on a soft bench, tapping her feet, headphones lazily swinging from her wrist.
Until—
He stepped out.
And her brain.
Blanked.
Black suit.
Perfectly tailored.
Crisp lines.
Open collar.
Confident posture.
That soft smirk he definitely knew would wreck her.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then lifted her hand.
Pressed it to her chest.
Y/N (softly):
> "Dangerous…"
He tilted his head.
Kim Bum:
> "Hmm?"
Y/N (still stunned):
> "You're dangerous. You should get arrested."
He blinked.
Surprised—
Amused—
And that's when she spotted it.
On the nearby display table.
A fake pair of wedding-themed handcuffs—decorative and light, sitting beside a "photo booth props" sign.
She grabbed them.
Marched up to him.
Dead serious.
Snapped one cuff loosely on his wrist—then held the other end.
Y/N (with full mock authority):
> "Mr. Actor, you are under arrest."
He laughed.
Real laugh.
Eyes crinkling.
Kim Bum (raising a brow):
> "For what crime exactly?"
She took one step closer.
Y/N (low voice):
> "Looking dangerously handsome. Charming. And…"
(pauses, then pokes his chest gently)
"Stealing this little fox's heart."
He actually had to pause.
Because that?
That went straight to his soul.
Then she stepped forward again—
Wrapped her arms around him.
Tight.
Warm.
Unashamed.
Y/N (muffled against his chest):
> "You're looking like a dream… my dream groom."
He stood still.
So still.
Like he didn't want to move and break the moment.
His arms slid around her slowly.
Kim Bum (softly):
> "Is it really that good?"
She just squeezed him tighter.
Y/N (voice trembling slightly with real emotion):
> "So good I wanna cancel the wedding and just marry you right here in the changing room."
He burst out laughing.
The kind of laugh only she could pull out of him.
His chin dropped to her shoulder.
He hugged her back.
Tight.
Kim Bum (giddy):
> "Okay but like… would the mall manager be okay with that? We'll invite the mannequin."
Y/N:
> "Only if the mannequin wears less sparkle."
And they stood like that.
Her in her oversized jeans and loose shirt.
Him in the groom suit she just picked.
Headphones still hanging from her wrist.
Handcuff still dangling between them.
Two idiots.
In love.
Getting married.
But first—melting in a men's changing room like the world wasn't spinning outside.