[1:05 PM – Boutique Exit | Just When She Thought It Was Over]
Y/N exhaled, tugging her cap down and dusting imaginary sparkles off her hoodie sleeves.
She turned to Kim Bum with mock exhaustion in her tone.
Y/N (dramatic, eyes wide):
> "Is it done now?" "Can we go eat something?" "You've dragged me all over this city like a shopping hostage."
He chuckled — a low, warm sound — like this entire chaotic day was his new favorite genre.
Kim Bum (teasing):
> "Hungry already?" "But we've only walked… five kilometers."
Y/N gave him the are-you-serious look.
She took three steps toward the escalator.
Then suddenly — yoink — he gently pulled her wrist, stopping her in place.
She blinked and turned around, confused and undeniably adorable.
Y/N:
> "What now?"
He smiled innocently.
Kim Bum:
> "What about jewelry?" "And shoes?"
Y/N blinked.
Then blinked again.
Y/N (squinting like she misheard):
> "Jewelry? Why would the groom wear jewelry?"
Kim Bum (amused, trying not to laugh):
> "Not me, genius. You."
Y/N narrowed her eyes.
And then groaned loudly.
Y/N (muttering):
> "Why would I wear jewelry…"
> "It itches. It's heavy. I don't even wear earrings unless someone threatens me."
Kim Bum bit back a smile.
Then Y/N pointed an accusing finger at him.
Y/N:
> "This is your fault. You knew I don't wear this stuff." "I should've known. You're planning the full red carpet package."
He was about to reply when she suddenly froze again.
Eyes wide.
Y/N (realizing):
> "…wait."
> "Shoes?"
> "We're buying heels?!"
Kim Bum lifted a brow.
Kim Bum (teasing):
> "What else would you wear with a gown? Sneakers?"
She made a dramatic sound of betrayal.
Y/N:
> "Heels are evil." "Who invented them? Some sadistic psycho with no toes?!"
And just like that—
She turned around—
Sat directly on the floor—
Outside the boutique.
Cross-legged.
Like a child in protest.
Kim Bum blinked.
Then burst out laughing.
A full, chest-shaking laugh that made people nearby glance over.
Because there she was — the bride-to-be — in a hoodie and mask, sitting criss-cross on the marble floor like the wedding was canceled.
Y/N (arms crossed):
> "I am not going anywhere." "I will not wear heels." "I reject society's fashion norms."
Kim Bum (trying to breathe through the laughter):
> "You're seriously sitting—on the floor—like this?!"
Y/N:
> "Absolutely."
He knelt beside her, still chuckling.
Kim Bum (smiling so much his eyes crinkled):
> "You're unbelievable."
Y/N (smirking under her mask):
> "I know. You're lucky I said yes."
He grinned wider.
Still looking at her like she was the best surprise this world ever handed him.
And maybe?
She was.
Even cross-legged on a shopping mall floor, rebelling against heels.
Especially then.
[1:07 PM – Boutique Exit | Floor Protest Ongoing | Dignity? Unknown]
Y/N stayed rooted to the marble floor, hoodie sleeves bunched at her elbows, fingertips absently drawing invisible circles on the ground.
Full protest mode: engaged.
Kim Bum stood nearby, hands in his pockets, looking down at her like she was the strangest and most precious creature he'd ever seen.
He cleared his throat, fighting the smile tugging at his lips.
Kim Bum (softly):
> "Little fox… shall we go now?"
Y/N glanced up from the floor, shook her head slowly.
A full dramatic no, like a child refusing medicine.
She tilted her head down again, this time pretending to study a tiny crack in the floor like it was the most important thing in the world.
Meanwhile, a group of passersby slowed down near them, throwing curious glances.
Their masks, caps, and hoodies kept them hidden, but the scene was too cute to ignore.
One guy passing by gave a thumbs up.
Another whispered, "couple goals," under their breath.
A little girl pointed and said, "Mommy, look at that funny unnie!"
Y/N didn't flinch, still sitting.
Still determined.
Still very much a chaos goblin in love.
Kim Bum crouched beside her and whispered—
Kim Bum (teasing, low):
> "Little fox… everyone's watching."
She peeked up from under her cap.
Saw a few more people turning heads.
Y/N (pouting, whispering):
> "Tell them not to watch me."
> "Only you can watch me."
Kim Bum blinked.
Heart? Wrecked.
His ears actually turned red under the cap.
He rubbed the back of his neck and whispered like he was smitten beyond saving—
Kim Bum (barely able to respond):
> "You're unbelievable…"
Then louder, trying to regain composure:
Kim Bum:
> "You're coming or not?"
Y/N (shrugging):
> "Not at all."
> "You can go buy your cursed shoes alone."
He exhaled.
Paused.
Then—
In one smooth motion—
He picked her up.
Exactly how she was sitting.
Cross-legged. Hoodie still bunched. Hands slightly flailing.
Back pressed to his chest.
Her gasp echoed.
Y/N (panicked, flailing):
> "YAHHHHH!"
> "Put me down—what are you doing?!"
> "Mr. Actor!!"
> "You can't just… just lift your soon-to-be wife like a shopping bag!!"
Kim Bum (chuckling, unbothered):
> "Too bad. You're light."
> "And rebellious."
> "And incredibly cute."
> "So now you're being relocated."
People passing by were now full-on smiling.
Still none of them recognizing who the mystery hoodie couple was.
Just two people in love.
And one of them being carried like a cross-legged princess who refused to walk.
Y/N was red-faced, whisper-shouting:
Y/N:
> "You can't carry me like this—my dignity!
> "You said yes to marrying me. This comes with perks."
Y/N (groaning into her sleeve):
> "Remind me again why I said yes?"
Kim Bum (smirking):
> "Because no one else would carry you off a mall floor like this, and love you for it."
Y/N froze.
Heart skipped.
Then slowly—softly—muttered into her sleeve again:
Y/N:
> "…fine."
> "But if I end up in heels, I will sue you for emotional distress."
Kim Bum (laughing):
> "Noted, little fox."
And off they went—her still in his arms, shoppers still watching, laughter bubbling between them.
A couple no one could recognize.
But everyone could feel.
[1:35 PM – Wedding Mall | Shoe Store | Ground Zero of Heel Crisis]
After the bridal abduction scene, Y/N was finally placed back on her own feet.
Reluctantly.
She gave him one final pout before dusting herself off like she'd survived a war.
Y/N (mumbling):
> "You'll pay for this."
"Emotionally. Legally. Spiritually."
Kim Bum (grinning):
> "Sure. After the wedding."
She scoffed.
And then — to both their shock — she helped him first.
He was looking through rows of polished wedding shoes, brows slightly furrowed, when she walked over, arms crossed, surveying the lineup like a judge on a fashion court.
Y/N (pointing):
> "Not that one. Too shiny."
"Not that. You'll trip."
"Try this one. Looks stable."
Kim Bum blinked.
Kim Bum:
> "Stable? Are you picking shoes or applying for an arranged marriage?"
Y/N (smirking):
> "Same thing at this point."
Still, he tried the pair she picked.
And it fit like a dream.
She raised a brow.
Y/N:
> "Perfect."
"See? Now you look like a husband."
He laughed — genuinely, brightly.
But then it was her turn.
And all that smug logic vanished.
She backed away from the bridal shoe section like it was on fire.
Kim Bum:
> "Your turn, little fox."
Y/N:
> "No, I'm fine barefoot."
"Or in socks."
"Or… these sneakers are great."
Kim Bum (crossing arms):
> "Pick. Now."
Y/N (sighing dramatically):
> "…Fine."
"Let's end this."
She shuffled to the row of shoes.
Chose the plainest, flattest, most boring pair.
Y/N:
> "These. Done. Over."
Kim Bum looked at her.
Then at the shoes.
Then at her again.
Kim Bum:
> "They look like office wear."
She sighed again and tried once more.
This time—small heels.
Nothing dramatic.
No glitter. No sparkle.
Just a soft champagne tone, barely-there shimmer, and gentle embroidery that caught the light just enough to make her pause.
She muttered quietly,
> "...these don't look evil."
He smiled.
Kim Bum:
> "They look beautiful. Like you."
Her cheeks turned red.
She didn't answer.
Just nodded and mumbled,
Y/N:
> "Let's go before I change my mind."
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[2:10 PM – Jewelry Section | The Final Boss]
She stood stiff in front of the display.
He, however, looked like a child in a candy store.
Eyes sparkling, jaw slightly open, hands already pointing at three designs.
Y/N (deadpan):
> "I swear if you make me wear gold bricks on my ears—"
Kim Bum:
> "You won't."
"I know what you like."
And he did.
He picked a pair of soft, simple earrings.
Not too long.
Not too heavy.
A gentle pattern with a tiny stone in the middle that shimmered under the light, matching her chosen shoes.
Y/N blinked.
Y/N (surprised):
> "…You actually nailed it?"
Kim Bum:
> "Told you. I live with you, little fox."
She smiled. Just a little.
Didn't even sulk.
Didn't even argue.
Because when she glanced at him — his face was glowing.
Not because of the jewelry.
Not the shoes.
Not even the wedding.
But because she was here.
Standing beside him.
Letting him be part of all this.
Y/N (quietly, soft):
> "Okay. Approved."
Kim Bum turned, wide-eyed.
Kim Bum:
> "Wait—you're not fighting me?"
Y/N (shrugging):
> "You're happy."
"I can see it."
"And... I didn't want to ruin that."
Kim Bum froze.
Didn't reply.
Just smiled—slow, full, adoring.
And in that moment?
She looked down at the little box in her hand, then back up.
Y/N (teasing):
> "But if you add anything sparkly again—"
"I will sit on the floor."
He laughed so loud the staff jumped.