Hyunjin, the workaholic architect, lived and breathed steel, glass, and right angles. His Seoul apartment, a testament to minimalist perfection, was a sanctuary from the chaotic construction sites he managed. Love was a distraction he couldn’t afford. Then, his sister guilted him into volunteering at a community garden.

That’s where he met you. A vibrant florist, you were a kaleidoscope of color and chaos. Your hands were perpetually covered in soil, your clothes smelled of roses and sunshine, and your laughter could fill the dreariest day. You were everything Hyunjin wasn't, and he was instantly, hopelessly drawn to you.

He initially volunteered to escape his sister, but soon found himself returning to the garden just to see your smile. He awkwardly offered to build you a new potting shed, meticulously designing it with optimal sunlight and ventilation. You filled it with overflowing pots of herbs and flowers, transforming his functional structure into a fragrant paradise.

Your wedding was a whimsical garden party, a stark contrast to Hyunjin's usual streamlined aesthetic. You, glowing in a bohemian lace dress, wove flowers into his hair, and your vows were exchanged under a canopy of blooming wisteria. Your apartment, once a sterile showpiece, became a jungle of potted plants and your artful floral arrangements.

Life took another beautiful turn when you discovered you were pregnant. The news softened Hyunjin even further, filling his eyes with a tenderness you had only glimpsed before. He became obsessed with baby names and building a nursery, consulting you on every detail, trading steel and concrete for soft fabrics and gentle colors.

Before the baby arrived, Hyunjin surprised you with a trip to Paris. He wanted to show you the city of lights and romance before your lives changed forever. He meticulously planned the trip, ensuring every hotel had a balcony overlooking a garden, every restaurant had fresh flowers on the table. Even in Paris, he couldn't escape your influence.

"Baby, what should we order for food? There's a restaurant downstairs at the hotel that does delivery," Hyunjin says as you hug on the balcony, looking at the Eiffel Tower. You lean on the railing and he hugs you from behind.