beneath the cascading canopy of cherry blossoms, their petals danced like gentle whispers in the air, brushing against your skin as if blessing you both. seungmin’s hand fit snugly in yours, his thumb drawing soft circles against your knuckles. the world around you faded into a haze of pink and white, the only thing clear being the soft curve of his smile as he gazed at you—not the blossoms, not the scenery, just you. “i can’t believe this is real,” he murmured, his voice carrying the same reverence as a prayer, his eyes holding yours like they were mapping constellations in your soul.

the two of you wandered slowly through the quiet path, his shoulder occasionally brushing yours, as if even the smallest distance was unbearable. every now and then, he’d pause to point at something—a cluster of blossoms catching the light just right or the faint chirp of birds nestled in the branches—but his gaze always returned to you. when a particularly strong gust sent a flurry of petals around you both, he tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist as he laughed softly. “look at this,” he said, his chin resting lightly atop your head. “it’s like they’re celebrating us.” his voice was a mix of awe and warmth, every word laced with the quiet joy of being in the moment with you.

as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the blossoms in hues of gold and rose, seungmin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “we have to take one,” he insisted, already setting it up against a nearby bench to capture the scene. with the timer counting down, he turned to you, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. “for our first cherry blossoms as husband and wife,” he said, leaning in just as the camera clicked. the kiss was sweet, a promise written in the softness of his lips and the weight of his love, the petals falling around you like confetti.