Hauen was almost ready, wearing a light blue dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was left down, simple and soft, the faint scent of jasmine perfume lingering in the air around her. Her makeup was neat and natural, just enough to highlight her glow. She leaned slightly toward the mirror, carefully dabbing the final touch of lipstick on her lips.
Suho walked out of the room, wrapped in a towel, another one in his hand as he rubbed his wet hair. Droplets glistened on his shoulders, his skin warm from the shower.
His eyes found her figure first, the curve of her back, the tilt of her head, the small furrow of concentration between her brows as she adjusted her lipstick. His breath hitched slightly.
She caught his reflection in the mirror and looked at him briefly. He smiled faintly, trying to act casual. "You're ready already?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"So fast? You didn't call any hairdresser or anyone from the salon?" he asked, dropping his towel on the bed.
She turned to him, slightly raising a brow. "Why? It's just a simple party, right?"
He smiled, sitting down. "Yeah… but women in my family usually get extra ready, even for a simple get-together."
She tilted her head, pretending to be offended. "So… am I not looking good?"
He looked at her for a moment, his expression softening, a smile tugging at his lips. "Of course you are," he said warmly. "I was just asking."
She smiled softly. "Okay… I'm done. Now get ready quickly, your suit's right there," she said, pointing at the hanger where his neatly pressed outfit hung in its cover.
He followed her gesture, then looked back at her. "Help me to get ready," he said, his tone half-demand, half-plea.
She turned toward him, amused. "What help do you need, hmm? Just put on the suit already."
His lips parted as if to protest, but no words came. Instead, he watched her smooth her dress, fixing a strand of hair, and checking her reflection in the mirror.
He pouted, shoulders drooping dramatically. She caught it in the mirror, rolled her eyes, and smoothed her dress one last time.
When she didn't give in, he cleared his throat. "At least help me to dry my hair," he said, holding up the towel and hair dryer like a peace offering.
She turned, her eyes narrowing just a little as she took in the sight of him, barefoot, towel around his waist, hair dripping, and those eyes… those soft, pleading, puppy eyes, that was her biggest weakness.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"You got ready so nicely," he said, watching her from head to toe. "What about me? It's my wedding anniversary too. I need to look good standing next to you."
She blinked, a little stunned by his dramatic tone.
"Now come and help me," he added, holding up the hair dryer like a command.
She gasped softly, exhaling through a small laugh. "You really act like a spoiled child sometimes," she muttered, walking toward him.
He grinned in quiet triumph as she took the towel from his hand and began rubbing his hair dry, gentle but slightly annoyed.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until his damp head rested right between her stomach and chest, satisfied.
"Yah..., Suho! You'll ruin my dress," she protested, glancing down at his messy, wet hair.
He ignored her completely, just smiling into her, content to stay like that.
"Be gentle," his muffled voice came from somewhere against her, as she rubbed the towel on his damp hair. "At this rate, you'll make me bald."
She rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. "Good then," she said lightly, "I won't have to dry your hair ever again if you go bald."
He looked up at her with mock offense, brows furrowed. "You really are cruel sometimes," he complained.
"And you're sulky all the time," she shot back.
He narrowed his eyes. "Then why did you fall for me, huh?"
"Because my heart was foolish enough," she muttered, pretending to sound irritated.
His glare deepened, lips pursed adorably. She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh at how cute he looked.
"Stop glaring like that," she teased, leaning closer. "It only makes me fall for you more."
He groaned softly, hiding his face against her stomach again. "I married a devil, disguised as an angel," he mumbled into her dress.
She chuckled, running her fingers through his damp hair. "And you're stuck with this devil forever," she whispered, smiling tenderly.
They continued bickering playfully until his hair was dry and perfectly messy the way she liked it. He was sulking, she rolling her eyes, yet both were smiling more than they realized.
The warm air from the dryer mixed with her jasmine scent, making the moment feel softer than either of them admitted.
When his hair was finally dry, she helped him put on the suit, fixing the collar and straightening his tie with practiced hands.
"Hmm, done," she said, patting his chest lightly.
He looked at her seriously. "What about skincare?"
She blinked at him, half in disbelief. "Are you serious right now?"
He nodded earnestly. "Of course. Don't you think I deserve some attention too?"
She sighed dramatically. "You do realize you're asking for a full princess treatment, right now?"
He looked at her with his infamous puppy eyes, "You used to treat me better before. Now you just complain," he played his card again.
Her eyes narrowed. "That was different. You needed it back then... but now you don't."
"It's the same," he countered quickly. "Actually, now you should treat me with more love, because you confessed you love me and I'm officially your husband."
She stared at him for a few seconds, at his smug logic and adorable confidence. "You're spoiled," she muttered.
"You're the one who spoiled me, now deal with it," he shot back instantly.
"Fine," she sighed, giving up the argument with a tiny smile.
She took out a few skincare products and began applying them gently to his face, her touch soft and careful. Then she dabbed a little lip balm on his lips and fixed his hair one last time, making sure every strand was in place.
He watched her quietly, eyes tracing her face with quiet admiration. Every time she leaned in, every small brush of her fingers against his skin made his heart flutter. He looked at her like a man completely enchanted, his world narrowed down to the woman in front of him, focused and beautiful in the simplest way.
"Done. Anything else, Your Highness?" she asked with mock patience.
He looked at her and puckered his lips expectantly, silently asking her to kiss him.
She sighed again, smiling despite herself. "Unbelievable…" she whispered before leaning in and giving him a quick peck.
His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he straightened up. Standing beside her in front of the mirror, he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer until their reflections almost looked like one.
"Perfect," he murmured, running his fingers through the side of his hair with a satisfied grin.
She smiled, watching the spark of pure happiness on his face.
"Thank you, Jagi," he said softly.
She just looked at him, didn't reply.
He paused and raised an eyebrow, then just fixed a strand of her hair and smoothed the curve of her dress with careful hands. Then, leaning in, he brushed a soft kiss against her lips.
"You look beautiful," he whispered.
That brought a soft, beautiful smile to her lips. He smiled too, unable to resist leaning in to steal another quick peck… then another, just because one wasn't enough.
She laughed... finally, and his heart bloomed just watching her like that.
"Let's go then," he said, straightening his jacket.
She nodded, and before they could leave, he pulled her once more and captured her lips in a sudden, heated kiss. She was caught off guard by his sudden move, but eventually gave in.
He pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and whispered against her lips, "I'm sorry for ruining your lipstick..., but you are looking too beautiful to resist."
Her smile deepened, warmth filling her eyes as a faint blush spread across her cheeks. "And you're the same old handsome teddy," she whispered back.
He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. For a second, she caught the faint shimmer in his gaze, a mix of love, pride, and that quiet emotion only she could bring out in him.
She quickly fixed her lipstick.
"Come on, let's go," she said softly. "Everyone must be waiting at the mansion."
She took his hand, and he followed, matching her steps easily, holding her purse without hesitation, proud and smiling like the happiest husband alive.