whats-the-wish-of-your-life

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

Every First, Every Last (Part 2)

Even in his old immortal form, he had always detested this young man. Maybe because he could hear his thoughts and how they refuted his actions towards Dong Kyung. How he acted indifferently, while in his heart he was completely smitten by her.

What a hypocrite, Saram thought to himself as he took a deep sigh to alleviate his annoyance.

To his amusement, the young author then approached their table.

"Noona!" Park Young greeted Dong Kyung with a big smile. And a bear hug.

Dong Kyung could only lightly rub his back in response while avoiding Saram's glare from across the table.

"Jagganim. Glad you could make it," she greeted him when he finally pulled away.

Saram could barely keep his temperament in check. Especially when the young author had the audacity to sit next to his wife.

"I asked my manager to fix my schedule for this," Park Young said proudly. "And I don't have to wear a mask since I am here as a donor."

"You should still wear a mask because your face is hideous," Saram interjected with a smirk.

Park Young just snorted at his disdainful remark. "You should wear glasses. You obviously have poor eyesight. Probably because you're old," he retorted.

"Do you want to wear a cast? Because I can crush your bones. But I'm a doctor, so I can also treat you after. "

"Do you want to wear handcuffs?"

Dong Kyung could not bear to just watch the ridiculousness in front of her. So she belligerently stood up from her seat causing the two gentlemen to fix their eyes on her.

"Ya! Do you want to wear a leash, both of you?" She erupted.

"Ani."

"Aniyo."

Both men responded almost simultaneously.

"Now the two of you, make nice with each other," she glared.

"Mhianada," Park Young was the first to apologize.

Dong Kyung then turned to Saram who then gave her a questioning look. But he quickly understood when her eyes narrowed.

"Mhiane," he muttered without actually meaning it then took a slug of beer.

"I'll go back to my table now, noona. I just really wanted to greet you," the young author said, then stood up and slightly bowed his head before walking back to his table.

Dong Kyung then moved to the chair beside Saram, who was obviously still fuming while chugging his second bottle.

"Ya, you can't drive anymore with that amount," Dong Kyung pointed out. "Give me the keys."

So he fished out the car key from his pocket and handed it to her. "Yeogi."

The fundraiser took more than half of their day but both of them had so much fun during the auction of first editions from popular authors who attended the event. Saram's inner bookworm was so excited to get his hands on some new books. While Dong Kyung received a copy of Park Young's first novel to be published in print. She was delighted to say the least, but her husband didn't exactly share the same sentiment.

When they got home from the event around five in the afternoon, Saram went straight to the shower to sober up. Dong Kyung just washed up in the small bathroom and changed into her house clothes, then went to the kitchen to fix a quick dinner.

She decided to cook instant ramyeon for her tipsy husband, some egg rolls and spam gimbap, since they were the quickest to make. Saram stepped out of the shower 15 minutes later and joined her in the kitchen.

"Are you sober now?" Do Kyung asked as she stood in front of the stove while watching the ramyeon simmer.

"I wasn't drunk at all," he responded while taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. He then walked towards Dong Kyung then leaned his back against the kitchen island behind her.

Dong Kyung turned to him and only then did she realize that he had nothing on except a towel around his waist.

"Are you going to eat dinner without a shirt on?" She quipped, after giving him a once-over.

"Are you hungry?" Saram asked, ignoring her question, then took another gulp of water as he tipped his head back, while looking at her down his nose.

For some reason, his question got her all flustered. Not to mention the way he was gazing at her without blinking.

"Food is ready."

"You didn't answer my question," Saram muttered, then put the water bottle on the kitchen island. He then took a step closer and gently pulled and pressed his wife against him, as he reached for the stove knob behind her and turned it off. He then put his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer as he leaned back on the kitchen island again. "Are you hungry, Dong Kyungie?"

Dong Kyung looked up at him, a little distracted by his still damp and messy hair. Her eyes followed the driblet of water that trickled down his temple, down to his jaw and how it briefly hung there before it trailed down his neck.

"Yes, I'm hungry," she answered, when finally, she managed to hold his gaze.

Saram's lips broke into an indelicate dimpled grin. Here he was, thinking he was sober, when he was clearly intoxicated by his love for his wife.

He had been aching to hold her all day while they spent hours outside with other people. And now that they were alone together at last, that ache had only grown into a burning greed.

So he lifted her from the floor and raised her to the kitchen island. Dong Kyung was quite delighted with how she could look at him squarely now without having to crane her neck.

"Happy?"

"Eoh," Dong Kyung nodded with a cheerful smile. "Do you...want some ramyeon?"

"I'm starving, Dong Kyung," he said with a rasp, while eyeing her lips with a hungry gaze.

Still at a loss, whether she should fix him up a bowl or kiss him, Dong Kyung decided to go for the latter.

She cupped his face with her hands and her husband closed his eyes in anticipation. She then planted a kiss on his forehead, then slowly moved down his nose, then both of his cheeks, then the corner of his lips.

But Saram could not hold out any longer. Using his index finger, he gently angled her face so the next kiss landed on his mouth and he welcomed her lips with ardent greed. His thumb swiftly tugged at her bottom lip, making room for his tongue to slide into.

Dong Kyung held onto his bare shoulders, while he held onto her waist. It didn't take long before he had to pull away to draw a quick breath. He took that brief opportunity to lift her sweatshirt off of her then pulled down her pyjamas, before plunging back in, with a new resolve to make her just as breathless and needy as he was.

His mouth started wandering down her chin, as his hands traveled around her back to unhook her bra. Dong Kyung tipped her head back when his mouth began to trace her neck, his warm breath making her skin blush a delicious shade of pink.

He then buried his face between the delicate mounds of her breast and licked the dip all the way back up to the base of her neck where he lingered for a bit more. He quite enjoyed the feel of his wife's chaotic pulse whenever he pecked at that area.

He decided to explore how far he could stretch his restraint by deliberately keeping his hands off of DongKyung's breast. He then hinged her thighs around his waist and swooped her from the kitchen island. He was determined to leave a trace of their lovemaking everywhere in this house. Surely, he couldn't leave the couch off the list.

Reenacting their position from their interrupted shenanigan this morning, he made DongKyung straddle him again. Only this time, it was just that towel restraining him aside from his wife's underwear. Even the slightest move she made was creating a delightful friction.

To his surprise, Dong Kyung suddenly pulled away from kissing him. She then looked him in the eyes as if making an important decision, before she finally dismounted from his lap.

His brain went into an overdrive when like a shot, she kneeled between his thighs and divested him of his precious towel. Her eyes widened in surprise when he sprung stiff and proud upon exposure.

"It's not like it's your first time seeing me," Saram nearly laughed at Dong Kyung's reaction.

"Not this close," she retorted while looking up at him.

Her gaze from that position created some interesting sensations all over him, making him breathless.

Dong Kyung then lightly gripped him by the shaft and gave it a gentle stroke which made him tip his head back against the headrest of the couch and groan a little louder than he intended. It was all the push she needed to keep going a few more times. Every move her hand made was rewarded with Saram's resounding moans that filled the spacious living room. And when her hand reached the swollen head, Saram grabbed her by the wrist.

Was this the extent of his restraint?

"I can't take it anymore," he panted then pulled her up. He then maneuvered her so she was sitting on his lap again, then planted a swift wet kiss on her mouth. "Ride me, honey."

Dong Kyung stared at him for a few moments. She had that same look in her eyes as if she was pondering a very important decision.

This was the first time he asked her to take control and it was wracking her nerves for that reason. Not to mention that he wasn't exactly average in size.

Ottoke? I can do this, right? She thought, giving herself some much needed peptalk.

Although he couldn't read minds anymore, Saram could tell that Dong Kyung was nervous about his request, just by how dilated her pupils were. He was getting ready to draw back and take her to the bedroom instead, when she suddenly moved and properly positioned her knees on either side of his thighs.

"Are you sure?" He inquired, unable to hide the need in his voice.

"Eoh," she nodded. "I know you'll be careful."

Saram smirked smugly at his wife's confidence in him. "I really can't promise you that right now."

And with that statement, he pushed the crotch of her underwear to the side and rubbed the head of his penis against her slit. Both of them groaned at the sudden contact.

He then guided her on how to sit on him properly, as she held onto his shoulders. They were both gazing at each other intently, eyes wide and breaths hitching in anticipation. And when finally, he could feel her wet opening slowly swallowing him, he pulled her by the waist and pushed himself deeper with a sudden jerk.

Dong Kyung whimpered weakly as she propped herself against him for support. Saram helped her keep a steady pace by meeting her halfway as she moved up and down on him, every inch of him gliding delectably in and out of her.

Her whimpers quickly turned into a series of moans when Saram started to fondle her breast while he suckled on the other. He needed a distraction from all the sensations quickly building up in his groin.

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

Every First, Every Last (Part 1)

"No, it's in the left patch in the front," Saram chuckled as Dong Kyung searched for the car key with both of her hands, deliberately lingering inside his back pockets.

She was grinning while looking up at him as she slid one hand inside the front patch of his jeans, as he instructed.

"Yeogi?" She asked playfully.

"My left, not your left."

"Yeogi?"

"Eoh," Saram nodded, wishing he had a free hand. "Having fun yet?"

Dong Kyung's smile only widened as she tried to feel the key, while Saram tipped his head backwards as he held his breath.

Not that he was complaining, but why was his wife so frisky this morning?

But he was carrying a couple of huge paper bags that were filled with clothes and some shoes, which they were to drop at a charity event that was arranged by Joo Ik's company. And since he didn't have any free hands, his wife volunteered to get the car keys from his pocket. And she was surely taking her sweet time doing just that, just as they were about to step out of the house.

When finally, Dong Kyung fished out the keys, she scrunched up her nose then tiptoed and gave Saram a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Found it," she giggled then turned around to march towards the door.

But Saram was hot having it. How could she stir him up like that and not expect him to retaliate?

So before she could take another step, Saram dropped the paper bags on the floor and lightly grabbed her wrist as he hinged one arm around her stomach and spun her gently so she was facing him.

"Eodigaseyo?" He asked with an impish grin while he pushed the door behind her.

"Outside," she squinted, trying to stifle a grin, but hugging him like a baby panda on a bamboo culm.

"You think it will make things less dangerous?"

"Eoh. It's very dangerous to be in an enclosed space with you."

"Then why did you kiss me like that, if you weren't looking for danger?"

Dong Kyung cleared her throat and turned her gaze on her husband's forehead. She was kidding herself if she thought she could look at him squarely for that long.

"Ya, we're going to be late. We only have 30 minutes to get there," Dong Kyung attempted to deflect the topic.

"Oh trust me. At this rate we won't need 30 minutes," Saram snickered, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

"Ya! Stop fooling --"

Saram cut her off by swiftly covering her lips with his mouth and her arms automatically folded around his shoulders as she tiptoed to reach him better. But instead of bending down, Saram scooped her up and carried her to the living room.

"We haven't done it here yet, have we?" He asked in jest between butterfly kisses as he sat down on the leather couch, with Dong Kyung on his lap.

"Does the floor count?" Dong Kyung retorted with a giggle, while kissing him playfully.

Saram halted for a moment, pretending to try and recall. "Oh that's right. We didn't make it to the couch."

"Ya!"

"What?"

"You don't have to be too specific with those things," she blushed.

"How do you still get flustered when I talk like this while you kiss me randomly all the time?"

"I don't do that."

"Get flustered or kiss me randomly?"

"Kiss you randomly."

"You just did it at the doorway," Saram scoffed. "Now stop fibbing. You can't distract me out of this."

He then pulled her closer and proceeded to kiss her once more with a restrained haste, but failing miserably at holding back his eagerness with a breathless grunt.

He hiked up her skirt then ran his hands up and down her thighs. How Dong Kyung ran her fingers through his hair as she straddled him didn't help his already crumbling self control. That and her minty breath, and her warmth, and her soft skin, and her curves, and her faint groans and...

Then her mobile phone started ringing. .

He tried to ignore it and kept himself busy with his wife's mouth, hoping every flick of his tongue would be enough to distract her. But she started tapping on his shoulders, signaling him to halt.

"My phone," she murmured against his mouth, their teeth barely clashing as he kept diving back in. "My phone is ringing."

Saram paused regretfully, heaving from the sudden interruption.

"Do you have to answer that?" He protested as he gasped for air.

Dong Kyung bit her lip and nodded then went for one more peck. She then dismounted from his lap and moved to his side, while he watched her frantically take out her mobile phone from her purse.

"Yeoboseo?" She answered promptly. "Ah, Eonnie."

Saram took a deep sigh, swallowing puffs of air to placate his heartbeats that were still ringing in his ears. How could his wife come down from the haze so fast while he could barely catch his breath?

He then stood up and walked awkwardly to the kitchen, leaving his wife on the phone with what sounded like Na JiNa, so she could talk freely without him gawking at her like a hungry puppy.

When he reached the kitchen, he took a bottle of water from the fridge then leaned on the counter as he downed the entire thing in one go. He was getting self-conscious as he hadn't completely calmed down yet. A part of him was still a little stiff from need.

He could overhear DongKyung's side of her conversation with Na JiNa and he could tell that she was being reprimanded for being late to the charity event.

So a few minutes later, he walked back to the living room just as DongKyung ended the call. He then sat beside her as he handed her an already opened bottle of water which she took lazily with a pout.

"Gwenchana?"

"Hm," she nodded while swilling her water. "We really have to go now."

"Arraseo. Finish your water first," he agreed with a slight nod and a close mouthed smile.

The disruption of what supposed to be a brisk intimate moment between the newlyweds surely made for an interesting car ride.

Dong Kyung couldn't stop teasing her husband while Saram took all the mocking with grace by not pointing out how his wife was the one who started all the frisking.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask," Dong Kyung suddenly changed her tone and the topic. Or so Saram thought. "I'm surely not your first, am I?"

Saram nearly beat the red light when instead of the brakes, he stepped on the gas by mistake in surprise. But he was able to carefully bring the car to a halt right before the intersection.

"What?" He asked in bewilderment as he turned to her.

"I'm just curious. I mean, you…always seem to know...what you're doing," Dong Kyung stammered. She could feel the warmth quickly sweeping across her face. Why did she start asking about this subject again?

Saram briefly looked straight into the traffic ahead as he licked his lips, then followed it up with a smirk.

"You are without a doubt every first this body has ever experienced," he muttered as he looked at her squarely with a mischievous grin.

Dong Kyung squirmed in her seat, also with a stupid grin on her face."Jeongmal?"

"Eoh," he nodded with a small smile, hoping his wife wouldn't fixate on the subject.

A moment later, the light turned green and he drove the car forward, while Dong Kyung turned her eyes to the window. Her sudden silence was making him nervous because it always meant she was ruminating on something that bothered her.

"Jamkamman," she blurted out, eyes widening and squinting almost simultaneously as she shifted in her seat to turn to her husband. "Ya! What do you mean by 'this body'?"

I knew it, he panicked internally, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. "Mwo? Wae?"

"You said 'this body'," Dong Kyung gestured to all of him. "This is a new human body. What about your old body as MyulMang?"

Here we go, he thought to himself. He could never get away with technicalities with this tiny human being he called his wife. So he resorted to the oldest trick in the book: correlation. "In my old form as Doom, I was responsible for the things that disappeared or got destroyed. And didn't I tell you that most of the things that disappeared were beautiful?"

"Ne."

He then took her left hand and took his eyes off of the road for a moment to look at her. "Innocence was one of them."

Dong Kyung held his gaze for a few moments, not saying anything. And as they reached another intersection and Saram brought the car to a halt, she started shifting in her seat again and her eyes began to wander aimlessly, obviously dumbfounded by what he just said.

You suspected that you weren't his first, why are you so shocked right now? She reprimanded herself in her head.

"Are you mad?" Saram asked, tentatively. He then planted a kiss at the back of her left hand which he was still holding.

"Ani," she responded without looking at him. "I don't know how I feel."

"Shocked?"

"Kind of. But not really."

"Disgusted?"

"Mwo?"

"Do you hate me?"

"What are you talking about?" Dong Kyung turned to him with a worried expression. "Ya, I presumed this. That was my question earlier. That I surely wasn't your first, right?"

"I'm sorry," Saram apologized then kissed her hand again.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because you look upset."

Dong Kyung felt a sudden tug in her chest. Her husband was really getting better at being human especially when it comes to reading her. She was both impressed and touched by his observation.

"I'm not upset. I'm just --"

"Jealous?"

Am I? Of whom? She wondered. "Maybe? This feeling is new to me. I've never felt this way this before. At least not because of you. So maybe I will just call it that."

The rest of the car ride was just filled with comfortable silence, and handholding, and affectionate gazes, and occasional hand kissing. But even though Dong Kyung didn't say anything else about the subject, Saram could tell that it wouldn't be the last time she would bring it up.

They reached the venue 15 minutes later and Na JiNa was the first to greet them at the entrance.

"Tak!" She called out to Dong Kyung beside a makeshift pillar that held a few pieces of ornamental plants.

"Eonnie!" Dong Kyung greeted her back as she rushed to hug her. Jin-a then walked her to the table near the stage.

Saram trailed behind them, carrying some huge paper bags of shoes and clothes with both of his hands. Cha Joo Ik welcomed him with a beer bottle and took care of the donations they brought. He then came back a minute later with more drinks for the two ladies who were now ignoring them at the table.

"Why were you guys late?" Joo Ik asked Saram then took a swig of beer from his bottle.

"My wife took some time finding the keys," Saram nearly snickered, because he wasn't exactly lying.

"I see. Thanks for your donation by the way. JiNa told me that other than in kind, you donated cash."

"It's for a good cause. It's a nice gesture from your company."

"Thank you. It was Jin-a's idea. She says it's good to give back to the community every once in a while. Especially since the company has been gaining traction in the market," Joo Ik explained proudly.

"I agree with her. I have never participated in a fundraiser for the homeless before. Dong Kyung is really passionate about this."

"Are you guys talking about us?" Jin-a interrupted humorously with a squint.

Joo Ik chuckled as he reached for Jin-a's hand. "Ne. I was telling Saram that this fundraiser was your idea."

"Aissh, you don't have to go telling everybody that,'' she rolled her eyes in jest. "Tak, look at him. He's really in love with me, isn't he?" She suddenly involved Dong Kyung in the conversation.

Dong Kyung played along and narrowed her eyes at Joo Ik, pretending to observe him. "Yes. I think he's madly in love with you," she agreed playfully.

Joo Ik was all smiles even though the two ladies made him the subject of ridicule. "I tell you that all the time. Why did you still have to ask Dong Kyung?"

Jin-a looked at Dong Kyung and laughed hysterically. "Ya, we have to stop. If we keep this up, I will not hear the end of it."

"Aissh, Joo Ik the boyfriend is just like Joo Ik the CEO," Dong Kyung laughed, too.

"What do you mean by that?" Joo Ik asked, looking like he was taking offence.

"She means you unnece--"

Saram didn't get to finish his statement as Dong Kyung covered his mouth with her hand. She then cackled awkwardly while Saram just looked at her with a bemused expression.

"I was just kidding," she chuckled.

Saram understood then that he wasn't supposed to say out loud what he had in mind - that Joo Ik was unnecessarily quibbling about trivial things, as Dong Kyung told him a few days ago, when he picked her up from work. So he decided to speak nothing of it, if that was what his wife wanted.

As the fundraiser progressed, more and more people arrived at the venue to give their donations. Most of them were authors, while others were interested parties from different industries.

Jin-a had to leave their table to supervise the program while Joo Ik hosted the fundraising, leaving Dong Kyung and Saram alone at the table.

“Who’s that?” Saram asked as he leaned closer to his wife.

“Ah. A new author we pirated from another publisher.”

“Who's that?”

“Oh, that, too. Also that girl beside him. They're kind of a package deal,” Dong Kyung giggled while her husband pointed at every unfamiliar face in the event hall. Who knew they would be playing Name That Barnyard Animal at a charity event?

“How about him?”

“Him?” Dong Kyung followed his gaze when she noticed how his eyes narrowed. “Of course you know him. That’s Young Prince, the author.”

“I know. But why is he here?” He grunted.

The young author probably noticed how Saram’s eyes were fixed on him, because he then started waving his hand at Dong Kyung.

“Ya, of course he was invited. He's one of our authors and we’ve been working together for quite some time now. He’s practically family,” Dong Kyung retorted with a contrived smile as she waved back to Young Prince.

Saram only snorted in response. That brat just had to be there to annoy him, didn't he?

Even in his old immortal form, he had always detested this young man. Maybe because he could hear his thoughts and how they refuted his actions towards Dong Kyung. How he acted indifferently, while in his heart he was completely smitten by her.

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

The Rain Kiss

I watched the street slowly teem with people as the night took over the dusk. Like always, everybody else had a place to go, while I was bound with time in the same perpetual state.

I waited for the rain to fall as I stood under the roof of this bus stop. The skies began to cry as soon as the next shuttle arrived. I remained in my place, and stood by until the door spat you out.

You looked at me with wide eyed wonder as the raindrops started to fall on your hair. And you asked what on earth I was doing here.

But I didn't know how to answer that honestly without looking like a fool. So I had to state the obvious for an answer and used the rain to my advantage. But your next question was if I had an umbrella. I told you that I wouldn't be standing here if I had one.

So you stood beside me, hoping the rain would let up soon. You acted nonchalantly but I could sense a furious indignation in you. You then started to complain about how it always rained in your life, and how you always seemed to be the only one without an umbrella. You said it to my face as if I had one myself.

And for the umpteenth time since I met you, I felt the urge to hold you in my arms. But what would that make me? A hypocrite who brought the very misery from which I wanted to comfort you?

So I asked you if we should run instead. And when your only answer was a snide remark, I used it as an excuse to hold your hand and I pulled you into the rain to run with me.

I was the one doing the dragging, but the truth was that I ran with you. It was your hand that held the force. And all I could do was get drawn, and be swayed, and be dragged along, and be yanked by it and with it. I couldn't let it go even if I tried.

We ran up a flight of stairs, and I could feel your grip tighten around my hand. I knew then that it was exhausting for you, but you held onto me with a fierce resolve.

You asked if I couldn't stop the rain. I said I could but didn't because it was fun.

When we reached the top, you were so mad and you loosened your grip. But something in my chest tightened when you let go. I watched you try and catch your breath, as you bent down and placed your hands on your knees, and allowed yourself to get soaked in the rain.

So I mimicked your position so I could see your face. I asked if you were okay. You said it would be better to just walk, it would be less exhausting. But you were okay. You said that you could finally breathe now.

I couldn't pass up the chance to comfort you this time. So I resorted to giving you advice. One that held a truth that most people didn't realize.

See? The rain isn’t a big deal. Even if you’re the only one without an umbrella, it’s fine. Just get wet. Get wet and run. You'll be home soon.

That's what I told you.

You looked at me with those big brown eyes that made me believe that I did have a soul inside of me. Then you blurted out that you had a wish and I eagerly listened.

I want you to love me. Can I wish for that, too? You asked with glint in your eyes.

I thoughtlessly responded with a quick no.

As my answer hung between us, I kept wondering where you had obtained the ability to stop my world from turning. Because you just did it again. Like a world that was doomed, I was suspended in limbo as I watched your gaze turn to the ground.

I was asphyxiating. There was no air in my world without your smile.

How could this be? I shouldn't feel this much remorse for hurting you with a technicality. But I did hurt you and I felt so sorry like someone who had a heart.

I kept my eyes on you as your eyes wandered into the unknown. And it scared me. I didn't want you to go where I couldn't follow. No, not when I just hurt you with that single word.

So when you turned your gaze back on me, I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding. And like a fool, I yielded to this yearning that had holed up inside me since the day I met you.

As I bridged that single step between us, I found myself reaching for your face and I could no longer hold back.

The rain kept pouring as I lowered my mouth and pressed it against yours. You closed your eyes and indulged me as I reveled in the warmth of your breath.

I could taste the raindrops from your lips, and my yearning turned into hunger. You were so tender in how you kissed me back, but I couldn't help myself from savoring your delicate mouth.

When you draped your arms on my shoulders, I pulled you in so I could feel all of you. We both let ourselves get lost in that kiss as the skies pelted our faces with rain water. The stream that ran down your lips allowed for my tongue to glide fluidly inside your mouth.

But in spite of myself, I had to draw a quick breath so I won't drown in your tenderness. How could a feeble human like you make me breathless like this? Nevertheless, I was willing to suffocate.

On the brink of my restraint, I managed to quit testing my limits. My mouth hovered over your lips for another moment before I could fall back and gasp for air again.

Then suddenly, I felt a great power summoning my whole being.

What is it? You asked, still disoriented from the glow of our kiss.

And as you took a step closer, I disappeared into nothingness before your eyes.

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

On Your Wedding Day, The Sadness Has Left Your Eyes

He said he wanted her to live a happy life even after he was gone. She knew it was nearly impossible, but she wanted to prove to him that because he existed, beautiful things could begin. Just like how her life began when his had ended.

Days had turned into nights, and it felt like even the season had an abrupt turn. Funny how despite the heat that came with it, the winter that was MyulMang was still the warmest season of her life.

That summer night felt colder than ever. Maybe it was the dark clouds that had suspiciously loomed over the city. She couldn't remember how many times she had brought an umbrella to work only for it to end up being a dead weight in her bag as she walked home.

Until one fateful night when finally, it rained and she decided to give that umbrella away to a supernatural being. Was this her new habit now? To give away her essentials to those who didn't seem to need them.

But maybe that's just what this world needed - to have people looking out for those who looked out for everybody else. It was the story of her life, wasn't it? She had always looked out for everyone she loved not expecting that one day, someone would look out for her, too.

Someone who would hold her hand when she couldn't brave crossing the street. Someone who made sure she wouldn't  feel any pain as she struggled to live fully when her days were numbered. Someone who reassured her that it was okay to get soaked in the rain and that if she ran, she would be home soon. 

And now she was finally home.

"Your eyes look beautiful when they shine, but not when it's because there's tears in them," he muttered, then gave her a little nudge by bumping his arm against her shoulder.

She turned her head to look at his face and saw that Saram's eyes were welling with tears, too. But that took nothing away from his dashing looks in his white tux.

"Look who's talking," she said with a sniff. "I know I'm pretty, but it's my wedding day. I'm pretty busy," she jested as she fixed the billowing hem of her wedding gown.

They had been sitting side by side for the past hour, on this oversized Turkish royal couch, which he insisted on getting instead of two separate wedding chairs. Only proving her point when she had told him that he deserved an award for being the clingiest fiance of the year.

"What a coincidence. It's my wedding day,too," he grinned, inadvertently causing a teardrop to fall from his right eye.

Dong Kyung reached for his face and wiped the streak of tear that had welled in that adorable divot at the corner of his lips.

"Why are you crying? You had your chance. I gave you a whole month to run away," she joked. This time it was her turn to bump her shoulder against his arm.

"I don't know. You looked sad earlier and it made me sad, too. Is it because you wanted me to runaway? "

"Mwo?" She panicked. She really had to stop joking when he was being serious. Otherwise, their whole life would only be filled with hilarious misunderstandings. "Aniyo. You got it all wrong. Why would I want you to runaway?"

"Then why did you have that look in your eyes?" He asked worriedly. “You had that same look when you asked me if you could wish for me to love you, too.”

What he said triggered a cherished memory in her head. She had to take a deep sigh to restrain herself from kissing her groom, because the last thing he needed now was another diversion tactic, no matter how funny it was that it worked like magic every single time.

So she decided to go with honesty.

"I was just thinking of the time that I had to live without you and how much I don't want to experience that ever again," she responded with a tearful smile.

The expression on Saram's face changed into remorse. It deeply saddened him to see the kind of fear his bride had in her eyes.

He took Dong Kyung's hand in both of his and planted a soft kiss on her wrist. She was still wearing the red string bracelet which she refused to take off despite their wedding coordinator's insistence.

"That won't happen again, I promise," he reassured her.

"I know. Because I'm planning to cling onto the fate that came to me."

"You should be more clingy."

“I aim to beat your clinginess," she chuckled.

Saram couldn't help being physically drawn to that smile. So he leaned in to give her one last boyfriend kiss.

"Noona!" Squealed an even clingier namdongsaeng as he bolted through the door.

Dong Kyung bursted into a fit of laughter, seeing the exasperation on Saram's face.

"Sung Kyung-a, you're not allowed in here," she reprimanded him with a barely suppressed giggle.

"Eoh? Mhiane, I just wanted to be the first to congratulate both of you," he apologized sincerely with a slight bow. “Maehyong, you look dashing!"

Saram scrunched up his nose and managed a small smile. "Gumawo, cheonam."

"Arraseo. I'll leave you be. I just wanted to beat Jin-a noona to congratulating you. She'll be so mad," he laughed haughtily as he made his way out of the door.

Finally, Saram thought as he turned to Dong Kyung again, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at his bride who was now beaming at him affectionately. "Marry me?"

“Sure. When?"

"Now."

[whats-the-wish-of-your-life]

"What's the wish of your life?"

"Let's get married quickly," Kim Saram smiled softly at his betrothed. 

"What? Why are you bringing up marriage again?" Dong Kyung jested while looking up at him with a squint. Saram's insistence on a hasty wedding was too amusing to deserve an eye roll.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you? Why the delay?"

Dong Kyung turned and looked up at him again. "Why are you so tall and so serious?”

Saram couldn't help but think that she was dodging the question with another question like she always did. What could be her reason?  He couldn't read her before due to their contract. It was even harder to read her now that he didn't have that supernatural ability anymore. It was frustrating to think how much he still had to learn about being human.

"I think my question is valid. Why won't you answer it?"

"When do you want to get married?" Dong Kyung beamed at him.

Saram reached for her hand that still had the red string bracelet that he gave her. He used it as leverage to pull her closer and he was surprised at how little resistance he felt as he drew her toward him. He just melted when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

She was still looking up at him with that smile he had adored since he barged into that studio where she had her supposed funeral portrait taken. Only this time her smile was loaded with taunting.

"I'm serious," he whined. "You're not taking me seriously."

"Mworagu? I just asked when you wanted to get married," she chuckled. Her future husband really is human now, getting easily offended by her antics.

"Tomorrow."

"Aissh. Why did I even ask," she snorted.  "That's not possible. We have a lot to prepare."

"I know. But you asked when I wanted it," Saram pouted while looking into her eyes. “I can't wait to drive by your office after work and tell the guard that I'm there to pick up my wife."

Dong Kyung's eyes widened in amusement but the blush on her face did not escape his eyes and now she was avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, that's sweet,” she mumbled against his left shoulder.

He could tell she was smiling as he could feel her lips move thru the sheer fabric of his white shirt and he couldn't help but smile, too. It just made him happy every time she reacted to his honesty that way.

“Marry me?”

“I already said yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You're dreaming.”

He pulled away a little so he could see her face.  He then tipped her chin with his right hand so she  was looking up at him with those Bambi eyes. “No. You already came true.”

“Ya! Kim Saram, stop making my heart flutter.”

“Don't call me that. Call me yeobo,” he grinned mischievously then kissed the tip of her nose. “You look so pretty when your eyes reflect the stars like this.”

“What are you being so cheesy for?” Dong Kyung asked, trying not to erupt with laughter. Her namchin's cheesy lines were giving her a whole new level of second hand embarrassment.

“Cheesy? I'm just being straightforward with you. Didn't you tell me to speak with longer sentences?”

“Ya, since when did you listen to me?”

“I always listen to you. I even watched and observed you at some point. Don't you remember?” Saram defended with a smug smile.

“Right, you did,” Dong Kyung conceded as she recalled how he took her advice way too literally. She couldn't believe she was losing this argument. 

“So…marry me?”

“I heard it the first time.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You're a hopeless case .”

“Then when?”

“Can we wait until I get all the authors to sign the contract? I need to get work out of the way before we can start preparing.”

“Authors? Are you meeting up with that young prince again?” Saram asked, not hiding the annoyance in his tone. 

Dong Kyung pressed her lips together to stop herself from saying something she thought would be funny but would probably cause her future husband to bring doom to the young author. How could he be so jealous of a teenager?

Instead, she put her arms around his shoulders and like clockwork, he bent down  a little so she could reach him better. 

“Did you forget that he already signed a contract with us a few days ago?” She smiled, then tiptoped and gave Saram a quick peck on the lips. “Now let me get the rest to sign so we can sign our own lifetime contract, arraseo?”

Surprised by her unexpected gesture, he suddenly forgot how to breathe. How could this dainty human being shut him up just like that? He knew the answer but it still amazed him anyway.

“You bribed me with a kiss again,” he smiled like a  schoolboy,  that precious dimple displaying proudly  at the corner  of his lips. “Fine. Let's get married after a month.”