Dawn Devotion: Observing My Future Husband's Habits
-Ringgggggggg!
I woke to the alarm in the early dawn, brushed my tousled hair back, and climbed out of bed.
It was barely 5 a.m., but my mind had never felt sharper.
I hurried through a shower, dried my hair, and opened the closet door.
Pulling open a drawer revealed rows of neatly arranged lingerie sets sliding into view.
"Hmm... what color should I wear today..."
Until now, I'd only picked outfits with garter belts—black, red, white—but today, for some reason, I didn't feel like wearing one.
So I grabbed a plain black T-back panty and matching black bra, slipped them on, then opened the drawer below for some sheer stockings.
"Hmm... wonder if Minhyuk will like it...?"
I'd never once worried about what to wear in my life, but with Minhyuk as my new patient, I wanted to look good for him.
After all, he'd somehow end up(?) as my husband♡
I resolved to observe him closely over the few days he'd be at the hospital, jotting down notes on his habits and preferences even more diligently.
After applying light makeup, I cautiously headed to Minhyuk's room.
As I opened the door...
"...?"
Minhyuk, whom I'd expected to be asleep, was standing up, gazing out the window while stretching, then turned to look at me entering the room.
The pheromone scent built up in the room hit me all at once, and before I knew it, a gasp escaped my lips.
"Ah!"
My mind, calmed by the shower, started heating up again.
Seeing that blonde hunk right in front of me, knowing he'd be mine in just a few days—my womb was throbbing like crazy.
No... hold out until the last day... just three more days...
I struggled to control myself. I'd failed to suppress my lust on the first day against his pheromones, but now that I'd adapted a bit, it was a little easier.
"What, thought I was still sleeping?"
"Ah..."
He'd nailed it. Truth be told, I'd woken early to figure out his sleep habits and admire his handsome face and perfect body while he slept.
But I couldn't say that outright.
"N-No... that's not... um..."
I almost forgot to use polite speech and tacked on the "yo" at the last second.
To shake off her slip-up, she quickly spoke to Minhyuk again.
"Y-You're up early? I figured you'd sleep till 8."
"Habit. Up at 6."
"Ah!"
Minhyuk's habits... as his future bride, this was crucial info I couldn't overlook.
I whipped out my notebook from my pocket and started scribbling.
"Habitually... wakes at 6... Got it."
Finishing my notes, I looked up at Minhyuk, who was staring at me with an "I knew it" expression.
Finally, he relented and spoke.
"Sis, let's switch back to casual speech now. This polite stuff feels too weird."
"Ah, sure."
Something occurred to me, and I started writing again.
"Prefers casual speech... polite in the bedroom..."
"S-Sis? You can't just write that down like that, right?"
Oh crap! That wasn't meant to be said out loud!
I'd blurted out my notes while scribbling out of habit.
"Ah, better to be detailed, you know?"
"This... won't mess up my school enrollment, right...?"
Ah, so that's what he was worried about. Makes sense—he was admitted for his special school physical.
"Nah, it'll be fine! More details might even make them view you better!"
Minhyuk tilted his head, a bit puzzled, but bought my casual smile.
He leaned back comfortably on the bed and asked.
"Alright, so breakfast as usual at 9?"
"Yeah, breakfast at 9. Anything you wanna eat today? It's like cheat day—we'll try to provide whatever you want."
Minhyuk perked up, shifting position.
"Oh yeah? Then just a simple chicken breast salad for breakfast. Oh, what's on the exam schedule today?"
"Nothing today. That's why we're letting you pick food. Oh, and don't forget visitors later."
"Ah, right."
I left the room.
As I headed back to the break room down the hall, I muttered to myself.
"Salad, huh... simple guy."
Right now, my top priorities were cooking for Minhyuk and prepping for his family visit this afternoon.
Cooking was a chance to provide his nutrients while showing off my skills.
As I started prepping, I reminisced about the past.
After Dad died young from illness, Mom had drilled it into me.
-Suyeong, you have to grow up and marry a man like Mommy did. And no matter what, spend enough time with him—no regrets.
Her eyes back then looked so sad as she held me.
From that day, I threw myself into bride training to please my future husband—cooking, etiquette, everything, all one-on-one with Mom.
The tattoos? My choice, to intimidate other women, I guess.
Even strict Mom didn't object, so she must've approved.
After she founded the men's hospital, she sent me to colleges and academies for every nursing cert to place me there.
And the crucial libido suppression training? Mom handled that personally.
Using random sperm bank samples she picked, I endured brutal months of training until she made me a nurse at her hospital.
Sure, there was "nepo baby" talk at first, but I earned every cert on merit, so it died down quick.
Truth be told, plopping me in this nurse role was all part of Mom's plan.
-If you like a guy, just tip me off. We can check him out next visit.
Her scheme to find me a mate.
But things didn't go smooth.
The male patients I tended all avoided me for some reason.
I tried being cheerful, friendly... but got only dirty looks or terrified stares.
I moped through nursing life until Minhyuk came along.
He didn't flinch when I approached brightly, didn't freak at my subtle flirty hints.
Then during the semen sample for virility check—if his sperm motility was high, I'd peg him as husband material. But he caught me red-handed right then.
Snapping out of the memories, the salad for Minhyuk was ready.
Green leaves in a wide glass bowl, hand-torn chicken breast chunks tossed in, perfect drizzle of dressing on top.
"Mmm! This should... make Minhyuk happy, right...?"
Brimming with anticipation, I placed the plate on a tray and left the break room.
Arriving at his room, I entered and set breakfast in front of Minhyuk, who was lying in bed scrolling his phone.
"Here, your chicken breast salad order."
"Whoa?!"
His eyes went wide at the sight.
Was he that craving it?
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than he grabbed utensils and devoured the salad.
He polished off the milk I'd brought too, without pause.
Done in under 10 minutes.
"...You inhaled it."
"Damn, that was good. Who made it here? Or store-bought? Want seconds."
"What for lunch?"
"...Lunch already?"
"Gotta order ahead. Takes time to prep."
"True. For lunch, since it's cheat day... oil spaghetti."
"Oil spaghetti... got it."
Spaghetti's quick—under an hour if I order ingredients. Lunch at 1 p.m. left about three free hours.
Time to probe Minhyuk's secret tastes...
"See you at lunch then, Sis. Can I work out till then? You said it's a rest day."
"Uh... yeah... j-just don't get hurt...?"
"No worries. Just bodyweight stuff."
That probing time, regrettably, never came.