The World's Greatest Fiancé
“We’re going to be living together for the rest of our lives.”
“Mmm…?”
Right now, I’m resting my head on his other knee. It’s the knee of my future husband, who’s been working harder on our wedding preparations than I have. Perhaps it’s the result of his consistent gym routine, but it’s firmer than I expected—not exactly soft, but as a pillow, it’s not half bad. I shamelessly indulge in a bit of pampering, leaning into his now-sturdy frame that’s become more than enough to support me.
I knead his thigh, rubbing my face against him with even less inhibition than I would with my own mother. Seungwoo, who has a “?” floating over his head, looks at me, so I explain in detail. “Are you not scared by that statement, honey?”
“Scared? Why would I be?”
“Well, I used to be. Before I met you, that kind of talk was like a living hell to me.”
He tilts his head. After scratching his cheek as if trying to recall something, he gives me a textbook answer. “Isn’t that something that ultimately depends on who the other person is?”
“…Honey, you’re going to say that it’s not scary at all and that you’re actually happy because it’s with me, right?”
“Ah, did you catch me?”
“Hmph.”
It’s so predictable now. Son Seungwoo is the type of man who is affectionate to his lover and always offers the most rational, upright answers. Not that I dislike that about him.
“So, was the thought of living together forever the reason you broke up with people so quickly before?”
“Yeah… it was complicated. That was part of it, and honestly, there were times the women got bored of me quickly, too.”
“Oh… I see.”
I can’t hide a smug smile at that. I didn’t exactly intend to praise him, but he seems to have heard it as me saying he’s special, and the corners of his mouth twitch. ‘Honestly, he gets so full of himself the moment I give him a little praise.’ It’s cute, but also strangely annoying, so I pinch him. As I pinch him here and there while lying on his lap, I steer the conversation back to the original topic.
“So, are you saying you’ve never gotten bored of anyone?”
“Ouch… bored?”
“I mean, getting sick of someone to the point of resentment.”
He closes his eyes for a moment to reflect on the past. “Frankly, you know I was in a long-term relationship with my ex. Then that bitch showed her true colors and backstabbed me with a rebound relationship.”
When I hit him with that direct UFC-style takedown, his gentle expression stiffens. He looks troubled, not knowing how to take it, then whispers as if swallowing his pride. “Well… I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed that I was the only one who was sincere in that relationship.”
‘…My, he still remembers his ex’s name so well?’ I glare at him, feeling a bit sour. He clears his throat with a loud “Ahem!” and continues.
“Well, the past is the past, so I’ll be open about it. Honestly, was it after about two and a half years? There were times it became difficult to keep meeting. My body was getting tired from job hunting, and I started finding other things more fun than our repetitive dates. Most people go through a slump, you know.”
“Heh~ And you didn’t break up even then?”
“Back then, I… I was sincerely in love.”
As he says this, he strokes my hair. He gently runs his fingers through my hair, which I’d let down from my bun. “Besides, I hated it. The idea that my passion had cooled down just because the hormones wore off… strangely, I didn’t want to lose to that. So, instead of accepting the obvious flow of getting bored with the other person, I was determined to go against it. I clung to her even more, to the point where she was taken aback.”
“You can do that?”
“It wasn’t impossible once I changed my mindset. I’d go back to the bar where we first met, recall the stories from back then, and focus only on her strengths. It was possible to overcome it.”
He seems to have been much more positive in the past than I thought. Seeing his proactive side, he was a much more passionate man than I realized.
“Heh~ And yet, you ended up getting dumped?”
“…………That’s how it turned out.”
I playfully drive a dagger into his heart and chuckle. Now the puzzle is perfectly solved. I finally understand why he was so timid and obsessively formal during our first meeting. ‘Then, I got him for free by pure luck, didn’t I? ♥’
Unintentionally, my appearance seems to have healed Seungwoo’s deep wounds. Just as I felt the desire to dig deeper into a man for the first time, Seungwoo finally opened his heart to my active push. It turns out we were complementing each other all along. The two pieces of us that seemed like they would never fit, once flipped over, align perfectly and stack neatly.
‘Hahaha, what a fool.’ Imagining that, a fresh, minty sweetness spreads through me. I was thinking of setting the mood and heading to the bedroom, but—
“Come to think of it, I’ve liked tonkatsu since I was a kid.”
“………Huh? Tonkatsu?”
I was trying to use the sweet atmosphere to lure him to the bedroom, and suddenly, we’re talking about pork cutlets. I wondered what this was about. I listen silently, curiosity piqued.
“I don’t remember when I first ate it, but I’ve just liked it since I was little. I could eat it for all three meals a day.” He brushes my hair back even more. “Of course, there are cases that are the opposite. Beer, which I wondered why people drank when I was young, I drink quite well now that I’m older, and fish, which I hated because of the strong fishy smell, I don’t have much aversion to anymore.”
“……?”
“To twist it once more, there are times when you distance yourself from snacks you enjoyed as a child because the sweetness is too simple. I suddenly remembered a childhood treat and ordered it online, but even though the taste was the same, it was hard to just keep eating it.”
I don’t know what he’s getting at, but I just listen quietly. I keep my ears pricked and listen intently.
“But tonkatsu, I still like it. The cabbage piled high on a white, round plate and the rich sauce—I like it anytime. Every time I think of it, I enjoy that taste.” He gently takes my hand here. He pulls my arm, which was resting on his lap, holds it tight, and whispers sensually into my ear.
“Even as time passes, it seems you end up liking the things you truly love until the end.”
“……!”
My heart flutters, as if a breeze is blowing through a bamboo forest. I was listening, off guard, and he caught me off balance. ‘To think he’d use such flirting just because we’re getting married…!’ He resolved it with that tonkatsu story. He subtly confessed that he’d love me forever, using tonkatsu as a metaphor.
“…So, you’re saying I’m your tonkatsu?”
“Hahaha. Well, who knows?”
Where did that innocent lamb who was ready to let me devour him go? Even the way he deflects with such slickness. ‘Really… his ego has grown so much. ♥’ He’s grown too much. This man has grown too much by my side.
“Honey.”
“Yeah?”
“I remembered something, too.” I recall it then. Since he told his old story, I rub my cheek against his lap and blurt it out.
“What is it?”
“A short story from when I was young. Let’s see, about 9… maybe 10 years old.” I show him my teeth slightly. “It’s a story about a boy, so don’t get too jealous.”
“……You were already meeting boys at that age?”
“Hehehe, there was an older boy I met while attending the elementary school I liked.” I intentionally list his specs to tease him. “He was handsome at a glance, good at studying at the academy, and his personality was quite prickly. He was literally a neighborhood leader with no flaws, the kind of person who was incredibly popular and envied by everyone?”
“…So, did you date him?”
“Fufu, what do you think?” I look up at his face, which is showing his curiosity, and intentionally drag it out. After enjoying the jealousy of my future husband, who is even conscious of a boy from the distant past, I finish my explanation.
“First of all, boys at that age are idiots. Unlike these days, back then, it was an era where you’d get teased if you played with girls, and they were idiots who were clumsy at expressing emotions other than bullying.” It comes back to me vividly. “That boy called me out behind the school, you see.” I had forgotten about it until now, but it’s as vivid as if I heard it yesterday.
“He told me it was burdensome because I showed I liked him too much.”
At the time, I was a child who grew up receiving plenty of love at home. So I expressed myself as I was, but I got rejected instead. The emotion at this time could be described as a shock—I felt like I was falling apart.
“It’s such an old story that I’m not sure, but the aftermath must have been quite long. Now that I think about it, that’s right… from then on, I thought that if I liked someone too much, I’d lose.”
“…….”
“As I grew up, whenever I met men, I think I kept my distance easily. I was wary of giving my heart too much, and if they clung to me saying they liked me, I’d coldly dump them, just like that boy did. If you think about it… everything has a cause and effect.”
It just crossed my mind, but looking back after all these years, it was an event that left a lot of meaning. Perhaps the reason I pursued pleasure and easily met and dumped men, rather than getting too emotional, was an extension of what happened then. It seems I learned that the more you are loved, the more you win. While I was organizing my thoughts like this, he asks:
“Do you resent him?”
“Huh?”
“If you look at it based on that, didn’t Yeoeun also become unable to like anyone easily because of what happened then? Doubting easily, discarding easily… it seems it had quite an impact on your life.”
I just stare at him. After a long eye contact, he urges me to tell him what I’m thinking. I interlock my fingers with his—the hand that had slipped away earlier—and affirm.
“Why would I resent him? Thanks to that, I met someone like you.”
“!”
“Fufufu, shouldn’t I be grateful instead? He let me filter and filter through the common men in the world to find a gold nugget.” I flirt back as if counterattacking. I return exactly what he did just a moment ago.
“Ugh, ahem!”
“……♥”
He looks like he’s going to die of happiness when he sees my face. I giggle while watching his face turn redder than a monkey’s bottom, and I interlock our fingers tightly as a sign of certainty. I proudly demand my share.
“Honey.”
“Yeah.”
“Hug me. ♥”
It’s my right to demand it now without any shame. At that, my future husband immediately pulls me into a straddle position and slowly takes off my shirt first. I’m wearing light sweatpants, but he pulls them down as if they’re in the way and grabs my buttocks tightly.
“Mmm, I love it… touch me, lick my breasts… ♥”
I always ask for it whenever I feel like it, at any time, but he never looks annoyed. Instead, he fills me with affection every time we do it, and he stands that wicked thing of his as if telling me to attack until I’m satisfied. Indeed, brakes don’t suit this flow. Every time I’m with this man, I feel nothing but certainty.
“Aah, ah ♥ Touch my hair… hold me in your arms while you do it… ♥”
During our sacred act, the laptop on the table flickers alone. On the laptop our honey was just working on, our future was written down. Even though I couldn’t have a proper relationship until I was 30, the evidence that I decided to give everything to this man after just one year of dating.
♡ April 24th. We invite you to our wedding. ♥