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Kim Dokja's life was remarkably simple.
As an omega with no interest in anything beyond books and reading, he found peace in his solitude. No suitors, no alphas pursuing him—it was a quiet existence he was content with.
That is, until Yoo Joonghyuk entered his life.
For Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk was a puzzle, difficult to comprehend. If you were a normal person, understanding him required careful observation. Yet, despite all his efforts to decipher Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja could never quite determine what his husband wanted or needed.
To Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk’s face was as expressive as a stone.
Unmoving.
Even when Yoo Joonghyuk was happy, his deadpan expression remained. From Kim Dokja’s perspective, it seemed as though everything bored him.
He probably finds me boring, too.
Kim Dokja still vividly remembered how Yoo Joonghyuk married him three months after his college graduation. During college, they spent time together working on group projects, but he never expected Yoo Joonghyuk to propose to him.
He couldn’t even pinpoint when Yoo Joonghyuk supposedly fell in love with him—or if Yoo Joonghyuk even liked him at all.
And yet, like a fool, Kim Dokja said yes.
It wasn’t as though he could say no; his pride wouldn’t let him.
For years, no alpha had ever shown interest in him, so when Yoo Joonghyuk proposed, how could he refuse? Even if he knew deep down that this relationship wasn’t destined to work out.
And he was right.
Their wedding was simple—neither too lavish nor too modest, with a reasonable number of guests to call it an ordinary celebration. But after the wedding night, nothing happened.
Kim Dokja wasn’t naive. He understood what typically occurred after a wedding.
But Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t do anything. He simply went to sleep.
Kim Dokja couldn’t deny that he was disappointed, but he was too timid to confront his husband about it.
Their relationship remained painfully straightforward.
They talked, yes, but never about anything profound. Kim Dokja saw other married couples cuddling, being affectionate, and sharing intimate moments, but he and Yoo Joonghyuk never experienced that.
Even after three years of marriage, they still had separate bedrooms. They still hadn’t mated. They still hadn’t kissed, except for the obligatory wedding kiss.
The only thing Yoo Joonghyuk did was give him gifts.
They weren’t uncomfortable around each other, in fact, Kim Dokja found Yoo Joonghyuk’s presence comforting. But that was where it ended. There were no crossed boundaries, no deeper connection.
Kim Dokja couldn’t even define what kind of relationship they had. They were legally married, yes, but where was the love? Where was the sense of belonging? Where was the warmth he thought he’d feel living with his husband?
He couldn’t even bring himself to call Yoo Joonghyuk’s house "home."
Whenever he tried, it left a sour feeling in his stomach, as if his own body and mind were rejecting the notion. It was clear to him—he wasn’t living there out of love but because their marriage obligated him to stay.
It didn’t help that Yoo Joonghyuk was a full-time actor—one of the most successful in the industry. While Kim Dokja was proud of his husband’s fame and achievements, he couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness.
Could he even call Yoo Joonghyuk his husband? They never used pet names, something Kim Dokja envied in other couples. He couldn’t imagine calling Yoo Joonghyuk anything but his name.
Not that it mattered. They barely saw each other. Yoo Joonghyuk was constantly away for days, weeks, or even months without so much as a phone call or a message.
So Kim Dokja stopped waiting.
He stopped sitting up every night, hoping Yoo Joonghyuk would walk through the door.
The longest Yoo Joonghyuk had been gone was eleven months.
Eleven. Fucking. Months.
And yet, like a fool, Kim Dokja waited.
But after the first year of their marriage, something inside him broke. He no longer cared when Yoo Joonghyuk came or went.
And tonight was no different.
With his birthday just a month away, Kim Dokja was used to celebrating it alone.
At 10:51 PM, he glanced at the clock.
Of course.
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t coming home.
Kim Dokja set his glass of water on the counter, turned off the chandelier Iights, and ascended the stairs. He resolved to simply go to sleep.
But in the middle of the night, he awoke to a noise. Lacking any real sense of self-preservation, he went downstairs to investigate.
What he found left him stunned.
There, at the doorway, stood Yoo Joonghyuk, clearly drunk. His face was flushed, and he swayed slightly on his feet.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi?” Kim Dokja blinked, unsure if he was hallucinating.
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him, surprised, and began staggering toward him.
Every step was unsteady, leaving Kim Dokja torn between amusement and concern.
“K-Kim… Dokja?” Yoo Joonghyuk slurred, his words barely coherent.
At least he remembers my name.
With a resigned sigh, Kim Dokja helped him to the couch. “Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, are you alright?” he asked, his tone devoid of any real concern.
That’s when he noticed it—a faint trace of rut pheromones beneath the overwhelming scent of alcohol.
“Great..” Kim Dokja muttered under his breath. After settling Yoo Joonghyuk on the couch, he went to fetch some water.
But before he could return, Yoo Joonghyuk staggered after him.
What happened next shattered every boundary they had maintained in their marriage. Yoo Joonghyuk kissed him—hard. The glass of water slipped from Kim Dokja’s hand, shattering on the floor.
That night, the penthouse was filled with sounds Kim Dokja never thought he’d hear. And yet, as it happened, a bitter realization took root in his heart.
This wasn’t love. It was an accident—one that could easily be forgotten.
When Kim Dokja woke up, it was still quite early. As he stretched, his eyes fell on Yoo Joonghyuk, still asleep beside him.
Ah, right.
He stood up slowly, wincing from the pain, and began to dress himself. Afterward, he cleaned up Yoo Joonghyuk as well, dressing him as though nothing had happened. With that done, he went to wash himself.
Just as he had anticipated—
When he returned to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room, he was gone.
No goodbye, no note to explain his departure—just an empty space where he had been.
"What was I even expecting?" Kim Dokja murmured, his voice heavy with sadness.
Kim Dokja stared at the pregnancy test once more. This was definitely not part of his plan.
He hadn’t even realized that his husband hadn’t bothered to use protection that night, and now he was essentially doomed. Then again, part of the blame was on him for not checking if Yoo Joonghyuk had used protection. But it was too late now—there was no undoing it.
Still, Kim Dokja understood that this pregnancy would bring nothing but complications, potentially even a divorce. His husband’s fans didn’t even know he was married, let alone expecting a child. Keeping this baby would only add to an already overwhelming situation.
Even though Kim Dokja would clutch his stomach each night with affection, he had to face reality. He had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy. As much as he wanted a child, this wasn’t the time.
With no other option, he scheduled an appointment and the procedure. At three weeks pregnant, he didn’t even consider telling his husband. Why would he? Kim Dokja didn’t know how to bring it up.
"Oh yeah, I’m pregnant."
"I’m pregnant—let’s get divorced!"
He laughed bitterly at the imagined confrontations before discarding them. There was no way he could tell Yoo Joonghyuk about this. His husband was already drowning in work, he didn’t need another burden.
So, Kim Dokja got dressed. Today was the day of his appointment. There was no turning back now. But just as he was about to grab his bag and leave, the door slammed open.
Startled, Kim Dokja dropped his bag and turned to see Yoo Joonghyuk standing there, looking utterly exhausted. He was dressed in a suit, with a blazer draped over his shoulders. Without a word, Yoo Joonghyuk sank into one of the couches, followed closely by his secretary, Yoo Sangah.
“Would you like some water, sir?” Yoo Sangah asked, opening the fridge and rummaging through it.
Yoo Joonghyuk nodded silently before his tired eyes landed on Kim Dokja, who was picking up his bag and heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, his voice low and raspy.
Kim Dokja froze, gripping his handbag tightly.
Should I tell him?
After a moment of hesitation, he sighed deeply.
I should.
"…An appointment." Kim Dokja murmured. His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but Yoo Joonghyuk heard him.
Raising a brow, Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the glass of water Yoo Sangah handed him. “For what?”
“An abortion.” Kim Dokja said flatly, his tone devoid of emotion.
The words struck like a thunderclap. Both Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Sangah froze, their eyes wide with shock. The glass slipped from Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand, shattering on the floor. Suddenly, he was on his feet, his pupils trembling, his mouth slightly agape.
Kim Dokja glanced at the clock. It was 10:49. His appointment was at eleven. He needed to leave now.
“…I should probably get going—”
“Wait!” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice boomed through the penthouse as he rushed toward Kim Dokja, grabbing both of his hands. Startled, Kim Dokja tried to pull away, but Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip was unyielding.
“…Y-You’re not serious, are you?” Yoo Joonghyuk stammered, his voice unsteady. Kim Dokja almost laughed—it was either at his husband’s sudden nervousness or the absurdity of the situation. Was Yoo Joonghyuk disappointed?
Taking a deep breath, Yoo Joonghyuk locked eyes with Kim Dokja. “W-Why are you aborting it?” he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and concern.
Oh.
So he’s not disappointed, huh?
“Why… wouldn’t I?” Kim Dokja replied, confused. His husband should have been relieved. So why did he look so scared?
Kim Dokja glanced at the clock again. He really needed to leave.
“I made some food for you—”
“DON’T!” Yoo Joonghyuk’s desperate shout echoed through the room, startling both Kim Dokja and Yoo Sangah. Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around Kim Dokja’s waist and pressing his head against his stomach.
“You can’t.” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. His tear-filled eyes gazed up at Kim Dokja as he released a flood of anxious pheromones.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, oh my—please get up…” Kim Dokja said, clearly flustered, watching as his husband’s tears soaked into his shirt.
“You can’t abort it.” Yoo Joonghyuk said firmly, his voice resolute despite his trembling. The raw emotion in his gaze made Kim Dokja feel a little nauseous.
Desperately, Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Sangah, silently pleading for help. But Yoo Sangah merely smiled, as if to say, This is your problem to handle—I’m not the wife here, you are.
…Seriously, what was wrong with his husband?
After settling in, Yoo Joonghyuk called a doctor to the penthouse to examine Kim Dokja. The doctor revealed that Kim Dokja was three weeks pregnant.
Yoo Joonghyuk gave Kim Dokja a soft glare, as if silently asking, "Why didn’t you tell me?" Kim Dokja, however, ignored the look as he always did.
“He needs rest.” the doctor stated firmly.
“His body is already weak, so he must rest as much as possible. Sir Yoo, please support your wife at home if you can. He’ll need his husband’s care.” the doctor added with a smile before departing.
The silence that followed made Kim Dokja feel nauseous.
Yoo Joonghyuk turned to Kim Dokja with a look of concern. Letting out a sigh, he addressed Yoo Sangah. “Sangah, file a leave of absence for nine months.”
“Understood, sir.” Yoo Sangah gave a bow and left the penthouse, leaving Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk alone in the room.
Once again, silence filled the air as Kim Dokja avoided meeting Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yoo Joonghyuk finally asked.
Kim Dokja blinked, as if he hadn’t heard correctly.
“...Why would I?” Kim Dokja responded, tilting his head slightly.
“What do you mean ‘why would I?’ You need to tell me. That’s my child too.”
“I don’t see the problem in not telling you, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.” Kim Dokja replied indifferently.
Yoo Joonghyuk froze.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi?” He repeated in disbelief. “Dokja, you can speak to me casually—”
“I’d rather not, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.” Kim Dokja cut him off, his voice and expression completely devoid of emotion.
“Address me comfortably.” Yoo Joonghyuk insisted, his tone almost demanding.
“Can we please drop this topic?” Kim Dokja said firmly, avoiding further discussion.
Yoo Joonghyuk could only sigh as he watched Kim Dokja head upstairs, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Over the past few weeks, while Yoo Joonghyuk had been home, he began noticing a few things.
First, despite being married, Kim Dokja and he still slept in separate rooms. Then there was the fact that Kim Dokja—his wife—wore their engagement ring instead of their wedding ring. It created the impression that Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t married to him, all because of the different rings.
But that wasn’t all.
Whenever Yoo Joonghyuk tried to comfort Kim Dokja, his wife would look at him with disbelief and an expression of fear, as though Yoo Joonghyuk’s actions were frightening. And every single time Yoo Joonghyuk attempted to sit or stand close to him, Kim Dokja would immediately move away, as though he didn’t want to be near him.
There was also the fact that Kim Dokja always ate late, avoiding meals with Yoo Joonghyuk, even though his wife needed to take extra care with his eating habits.
That’s when it hit him.
His wife was avoiding him.
Sure, Kim Dokja still talked to him, but whenever Yoo Joonghyuk tried to hug or touch him, Dokja would back away, wearing a look of fear and disbelief.
…What had he done wrong?
Every morning, Yoo Joonghyuk woke up alone. Kim Dokja was never by his side, no matter how much he wanted him there.
To make matters worse, Dokja always spoke to him in a sour mood first thing in the morning.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.” Kim Dokja said sharply.
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t focused on his wife’s words. His attention was fixed on the black collar Kim Dokja was wearing.
“I think we should get a divorce.”
“I haven’t mated you yet?”
Kim Dokja froze, his phone slipping from his hand as his eyes widened in shock.
He blinked several times, trying to process what he’d just heard. Yoo Joonghyuk blinked too, realizing what he had just said.
“No, I’m not allowing it.” Yoo Joonghyuk said at Kim dokja's suggestion firmly, while Kim Dokja mentally rolled his eyes at the response.
“Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, listen. I think me being pregnant will only be a problem for your career. I heard you have a show to film, so I think I should just abort—”
“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted, his tone resolute.
“Or, if you prefer, we can divorce, and I’ll take care of the child myself so I won’t be a burden to you—”
“Dokja.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice suddenly dropped, deep and firm.
“What kind of thoughts are running through your head? Do you really hate me that much?”
“…Yes.” Kim Dokja replied without hesitation.
The word cut deep.
Yoo Joonghyuk let out a long sigh, his gaze once again falling on the collar around his wife’s neck.
“I haven’t mated you?” he muttered.
Kim Dokja frowned, raising a brow in confusion.
“...No, we’re not, and I don’t think you should.” Kim Dokja answered.
“Why not?”
“It’s a bad idea, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.”
“Give me ten reasons why it’s a bad idea.”
Kim Dokja bit his lip in frustration. Why was Yoo Joonghyuk acting like this? Was it because of the pregnancy?
“We’re married, Dokja. Mating is perfectly normal.”
“I don’t think we should, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi. If we end up divorcing, we won’t be able to because of the bond if you mate me.”
“What makes you think I’m going to divorce you?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, his voice steady.
Kim Dokja blinked slowly, tilting his head in response.
“Why not?” Kim Dokja replied, mimicking his tone.
“Are you angry at me? Is that why you’re doing this? Do you want more luxury brands again?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, his frustration evident in his voice.
Kim Dokja sighed deeply, his mood souring further with each passing moment. “I should sleep..” he said quietly before heading upstairs.
Yoo Joonghyuk remained seated, letting out another heavy sigh.
"You're such an asshole." Han Sooyoung said, her words making Yoo Joonghyuk feel even worse.
With his wife fast asleep, Yoo Joonghyuk quickly invited Han Sooyoung over, knowing she was close to his wife.
"Did you seriously ask him about luxury brands? Are you for real right now?" Han Sooyoung scoffed, rolling her eyes before kicking Yoo Joonghyuk’s foot. He didn’t retaliate—he knew he had it coming.
Letting out a sigh, Han Sooyoung looked at him and said, "Why don’t you just ask him what he wants? It’s not that he hates you. It’s just… strange to him that you’re suddenly acting affectionate."
"I'm not.. affectionate?" Yoo Joonghyuk said, tilting his head in disbelief.
Han Sooyoung narrowed her eyes. "You’ve been buried in your work, Joonghyuk. You’ve been gone for months—maybe even years. He’s had to spend his heats, birthdays, Christmases, New Year’s, and so much more alone. If I had to guess, I’d say he probably feels even worse because the only reason you’re doing this ‘staying home’ routine now is because he’s pregnant."
Yoo Joonghyuk broke out in a nervous sweat as Han Sooyoung’s words hit him like a truck.
"In other words.." Han Sooyoung continued with a small chuckle, "he probably thinks that if he hadn’t gotten pregnant, you wouldn’t be doing any of this."
"And I’m right, aren’t I?" she added, rolling her eyes again.
Yoo Joonghyuk glanced toward the stairs leading to his wife’s room. Without hesitation, he admitted, "You’re right. I’m asshole."
Han Sooyoung smiled triumphantly. "His birthday’s coming up soon. And your anniversary too, if I remember correctly."
At the mention of their anniversary, Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes lit up. "Our… anniversary?"
"Oh my god, for fucks sake what kind of husband are you if you don't remember the date you got married?" Han Sooyoung asked, her voice full of disbelief.
With a deep sigh, she rubbed her forehead. "Just ask him what he wants first, alright?"
"...Got it." Yoo Joonghyuk replied.
When Kim Dokja woke up, he was immediately bombarded with questions.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Would you like to visit this place?"
He couldn’t quite understand why Yoo Joonghyuk was suddenly so curious about his birthday plans—or how he even knew that his birthday was coming up next week. Someone must have said something.
"Kim Dokja."
"It's fine, really, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi. I don’t need anything—"
"Dokja, I’m not going to stop until you tell me what you want." Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted, a teasing tone in his voice.
Kim Dokja sighed, setting down the dishes he had been washing, and shot Yoo Joonghyuk a glare. He wasn’t giving up, was he? "You’re not going to let this go, are you?"
"No." Yoo Joonghyuk replied firmly.
Sighing again, Kim Dokja finally relented. "...Books."
"What?"
"Books. I want... books." He was certain his face was turning red, but he tried to brush it off.
Yoo Joonghyuk tilted his head slightly, a small smile gracing his lips. "Books, huh." Without saying much else, he stood up and made a phone call. Kim Dokja didn’t even want to think about who he was calling.
"Alright then, let’s go." Yoo Joonghyuk said as he grabbed his bag and headed toward the door. Kim Dokja ignored him, attempting to head upstairs instead. But before he could escape, Yoo Joonghyuk strode over and scooped him up in a bridal carry.
"Y-Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi!" Kim Dokja stammered, his face heating up even more.
"Quiet." Yoo Joonghyuk ordered.
The door opened suddenly, making Kim Dokja flinch. Standing there were two bodyguards dressed in suits.
"What the fuck—"
"It’s time to go, Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk said nonchalantly.
Kim Dokja wasn’t entirely sure when things began to change. Maybe it was because he was pregnant, or perhaps his husband had hit his head.
Otherwise, why would Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly take his wife out on so many dates? Kim Dokja couldn’t even keep track of how often or how much his husband spent on lavish outings—fancy restaurants he didn’t understand, boat rides, and even shopping.
Though, could it really be called shopping if Kim Dokja wasn’t the one choosing? Every time Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes landed on cute clothes for him, he’d toss them into the cart without even glancing at the price tags. Meanwhile, Kim Dokja would twitch and shake every time his eyes caught the cost of the items.
It was a nightmare. He should never have gotten pregnant.
Everything would’ve been normal that way.
The fact that Yoo Joonghyuk now remembered his wife’s birthday and their anniversary only added to Kim Dokja’s unease. For three years, he had spent both occasions alone, and now that he didn’t have to, it felt... odd.
His husband being affectionate felt odd.
His husband showing care felt odd.
Deep down, Kim Dokja knew that none of this would be happening if he weren’t pregnant. And the thought hurt him more than he wanted to admit.
Today was no different.
Sitting on his bed and feeling like garbage, Kim Dokja whispered to himself, I want someone to hug me.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his favorite cat-shaped pillow and made his way to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room. If his husband was making an effort, he figured he should, too. Right?
Knocking three times, Kim Dokja waited until Yoo Joonghyuk opened the door, looking slightly stunned. Kim Dokja nearly laughed at the expression—it was rare to see Yoo Joonghyuk display such emotion.
“Can I sleep here?” Kim Dokja asked, smirking slightly at how Yoo Joonghyuk blinked several times as if trying to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
"You’re not hallucinating." Kim Dokja added sarcastically.
“…Sure.” Yoo Joonghyuk finally replied, stepping aside to let him in.
Once they settled in, Kim Dokja sat on a large couch while Yoo Joonghyuk silently read through some scripts on the bed.
“This wouldn’t even be happening if I weren’t pregnant.” Kim Dokja muttered.
Yoo Joonghyuk stiffened. He knew what was coming.
“You’d still be ignoring me like always if I weren’t pregnant.”
“Dokja—”
“Do you even love me? Or is it just because I’m pregnant?”
“Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice held a warning, but Kim Dokja couldn’t stop. Tears welled up in his eyes, and for a moment, he wanted to storm out of the room. But there was no turning back now.
Tears rolled down Kim Dokja’s cheeks as Yoo Joonghyuk sighed deeply. Rising from the bed, Yoo Joonghyuk knelt in front of him, resting his face on Kim Dokja’s thighs as he gently caressed his stomach.
“I’m sorry.” Yoo Joonghyuk said, his voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I ignored you. I’m sorry I haven’t treated you the way a husband should. I’m sorry for not putting you first, even though you’re my wife. I’m sorry you’ve had to spend your heats and important occasions alone. I’m so sorry… for being such a terrible husband.” Tears fell from Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes as he spoke.
Kim Dokja blinked, stunned—not sure whether to be more shocked that Yoo Joonghyuk, the “almighty” was apologizing or that he seemed to know Kim Dokja felt jealous of wives whose husbands prioritized them.
“Oh my god.” Kim Dokja muttered, wiping his tears, though they kept falling. “Of course that bitch snitched.”
Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled lightly as he helped wipe Kim Dokja’s tears.
Kim Dokja should’ve guessed that Han Sooyoung had said something.
“I’m sorry, Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said again. “From now on, I’ll change. Maybe I’ll even consider retiring—”
“Please don’t.”
“…Why? Do you like seeing me in shows?”
The silence made Yoo Joonghyuk pause as he glanced at Kim Dokja, who was now flushed.
“So what?! So what if I like it?” Kim Dokja snapped, his embarrassment clear as he covered his face with his hands.
Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled, his gaze lingering on Kim Dokja’s reddened ears and neck.
Was his wife always this adorable?
“You’re so cute..” Yoo Joonghyuk said, earning an even louder screech from Kim Dokja, who tried to hide further as compliments and flirty remarks continued to pour out.
Yoo Joonghyuk finally sighed happily, patting Kim Dokja’s head. “I’m really sorry. Truly.”
Kim Dokja mentally rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest.
“Then I want cuddles.” he blurted before instantly regretting it. “No, wait—my bad. Forget it—”
“Why not?” Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted.
“…What?”
Yoo Joonghyuk walked to the bed and patted the spot beside him. While most omegas craved affection and doting from their alphas, Kim Dokja was different—and Yoo Joonghyuk knew it was his fault.
He was determined to fix things.
Kim Dokja sighed, turned off the lights, and climbed into the bed.
That night, they cuddled without any awkwardness or discomfort, simply enjoying each other’s presence for the first time.
It had been three months since their confrontation, and everything seemed to have smoothed out. Yoo Joonghyuk finally felt confident that his wife was comfortable with him now.
Kim Dokja let him do things he hadn’t before—kisses on the cheek, hugs, cuddles, and other simple, ordinary things that married couples often did.
Yoo Joonghyuk realized this was how it should’ve always been. He should’ve been a loving husband from the start because there was nothing better than seeing his wife smile or feeling his arms wrapped around him. Every kiss and hug from Kim Dokja made Yoo Joonghyuk feel like he was in heaven.
Fuck. he’s so cute. Yoo Joonghyuk often found himself wanting to lock Kim Dokja away and keep him all to himself. But he couldn’t be selfish—not now, especially with his wife carrying their child.
He was grateful that Kim Dokja allowed him to come to all the checkups. The first time he saw the ultrasound, Yoo Joonghyuk had nearly been overwhelmed with emotion. He was really going to be a father—a father with an adorable wife and an even more adorable child on the way.
He felt truly blessed.
His happiness only grew when Kim Dokja finally allowed him to mate with him. Yoo Joonghyuk had marked him, officially making him his mate.
Marriage and mating were two entirely different things. While marriage could be undone with a divorce, mating was permanent—a bond that couldn’t be broken. It truly meant “until death do us part.”
For that reason, Yoo Joonghyuk was endlessly grateful that Kim Dokja had agreed to it.
He was so grateful he felt like he could die of happiness.
Every time Yoo Joonghyuk looked at Kim Dokja, he was thankful to be alive—alive and sharing his life with such an adorable partner who loved being doted on and cuddled for hours. He was really, really grateful.
And Yoo Joonghyuk planned to show his gratitude by protecting and cherishing his wife and their future child.
Glancing at Kim Dokja leaning against his shoulder, arms wrapped around him, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection.
“Until death... do us part, huh?” he murmured, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace.