[5:45 PM – Wedding Mall | Mission Complete | Hunger Activated]
Several bags, receipts, and one near emotional breakdown later… it was done.
Y/N slumped dramatically onto a bench, hoodie half-fallen off her shoulder, holding her iced coffee like it was a trophy of survival.
Y/N (groaning):
> "That was a marathon. A sparkly, exhausting marathon."
Kim Bum, standing beside her with his own bags, chuckled.
Kim Bum:
> "You look like you aged five years."
Y/N (deadpan):
> "I feel like I've aged five years."
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and sighed like a weary warrior returning from battle.
Y/N:
> "I'll cook dinner at home. Let's go—"
Kim Bum cut her off immediately, shaking his head with exaggerated panic.
Kim Bum:
> "Absolutely not."
Y/N blinked.
Y/N:
> "What? Why?"
Kim Bum (firm):
> "You just fought off bridal heels like a soldier." "You're not stepping foot in a kitchen."
Y/N (raising a brow):
> "But—"
Kim Bum (grinning):
> "No buts. Let's eat out."
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[6:30 PM – Cozy Dinner Spot | Operation: Refuel]
They ended up at a tucked-away restaurant with warm lights and quiet jazz playing in the background.
Nothing fancy.
But comfortable.
Kim Bum ordered for them like he'd memorized her favorites (he had).
Y/N, despite her protests, leaned into the warmth of it all — the quiet, the food, the way he looked at her like she made every moment worth it.
Y/N (teasing, mid-bite):
> "Don't think this gets you off the hook for earlier."
Kim Bum (smiling):
> "You mean the public bridal lift?" "Admit it. Iconic."
Y/N (pointing her fork):
> "Illegal."
Kim Bum (laughing):
> "Romantic."
She rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile.
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[7:45 PM – Drive Home | Status: Sleepy Fox Mode]
The sun had long dipped, the car was quiet, city lights casting soft gold patterns across the windshield.
Y/N sat curled against the window, seatbelt clipped, her hoodie pulled up slightly.
She blinked slowly.
Then slower.
Kim Bum glanced over.
She was asleep.
Head tilted, lips parted just a little, arms tucked like a small, sleepy fox cocooned in wedding aftermath.
He smiled.
Turned down the radio.
Drove slower.
As if every second deserved to last longer.
Kim Bum (softly, to no one):
> "You fight like a storm… and rest like a feather."
He glanced at her once more.
And for a moment, in the dim glow of the dashboard, he didn't see the chaos goblin who sat on mall floors and yelled about shoes.
He saw his future.
Right there.
Fast asleep.
[8:25 PM – Outside Their House | Arrival & Drowsy Drama]
The car slowed to a stop in front of the house.
Engine off.
Silence settled like a soft blanket over the driveway.
Kim Bum stepped out first, grabbing their bags from the back with practiced ease. The night air was cool, a quiet breeze dancing between the trees and brushing against the car.
He walked around—slowly—opened the passenger door like a gentleman from a K-drama, and leaned down.
The breeze slipped inside.
Y/N stirred.
Her lashes fluttered lazily as the chill nudged her from her nap.
Y/N (groggy, voice small):
> "Mmm… did we reach…?"
Kim Bum smiled at the sound.
Kim Bum (gently):
> "Yeah. We're home, little fox."
She squinted one eye open.
Then sighed dramatically.
Y/N (still half-asleep):
> "Then pick me up."
Kim Bum blinked.
Surprised.
Delighted.
Kim Bum (chuckling):
> "Why?"
Y/N (mumbling):
> "Because you spoiled me all day…" "Now suffer."
She didn't even open her eyes all the way. Just held her arms out like a sleepy toddler who knew she was loved.
Kim Bum didn't hesitate.
He laughed softly and leaned in, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her with ease.
Kim Bum (whispering as he picked her up):
> "You're not even heavy, you know."
Y/N (barely conscious):
> "Liar."
He shook his head, the fondest smile tugging at his lips as her head dropped to his shoulder again, completely knocked out.
Kim Bum (to himself):
> "Such a menace… and still mine."
He kicked the door shut gently with his foot and carried her inside, bridal-style — not for the first time that day.
But definitely the softest.
[8:04 AM – Their Home | Hoodie Edition]
Sunlight poured through the curtains in warm streaks. Birds chirped like background singers for a lazy morning soundtrack.
Y/N was already up — hair a sleepy mess, face unbothered, and hoodie sleeves dragging halfway over her hands. She moved around the kitchen like she owned the world (which she did, obviously — at least his).
She was wearing black cargo pants, a cropped tee, loose zip-up hoodie, and those same worn-out Converse that had survived shoe-geddon.
An effortlessly cool menace.
She flipped the eggs, stirred something in a pan, humming under her breath.
And then — he walked in.
Kim Bum froze.
Half-asleep. Hoodie half-on. Eyes fully locked.
Y/N didn't even turn around, but smirked knowingly.
Y/N (teasing):
> "Mr. Actor. Breakfast's almost ready. Sit. I'll bring it."
He blinked slowly, like processing art. Then obeyed.
Kim Bum (softly):
> "You look like… the beginning of every good dream."
She rolled her eyes but smiled to herself — the kind of smile you try to hide behind the fridge door.
She served breakfast: simple, warm, made with sleepy care.
They didn't have time to sit long — he had a surprise wedding hall appointment. She had to rush to the hospital. But they still made space for each other between bites and sips.
Y/N (muttering between chewing):
> "I hate coffee…" (drinks juice like it's war fuel)
"I'm sooo late."
He chuckled, grabbing the car keys.
Kim Bum:
> "Let's go. I'm dropping you anyway."
Y/N stood up, grabbing her bag — but paused. Turned to him.
Y/N:
> "Come here."
He did. Of course he did.
She reached up, ruffling his hair like a mischievous little kid, giggling all the way.
Y/N (grinning):
> "Now it looks better."
She turned to walk off, smug, like she'd just dropped the mic.
Not so fast.
Kim Bum caught her wrist gently, pulling her back.
She stumbled slightly into his chest, blinking up at him.
He pulled out a mask and a cap from his pocket like a ritual.
Y/N (groaning):
> "Do I really have to?"
Kim Bum (dead serious):
> "Today you're looking extra adorable. No risks."
She pouted but didn't resist. Just stood there while he put the cap on her head and slipped the mask over her face like she was a prized jewel being packaged.
Y/N:
> "Done?"
Kim Bum (smiling):
> "Perfect."
She tugged his sleeve playfully.
Y/N:
> "Let's go. I'm already late."
They walked out, the usual bickering paused.
And as he locked the door behind them, he glanced at her again — walking ahead in that outfit, hoodie bouncing, carefree and bright.
And he whispered to himself under his breath:
> "No matter what…
I'll never let this smile vanish.
Not on my watch."