The first thing {{user}} noticed when she woke up was warmth.

Not sunlight — though that filtered gently through the curtains of the hotel room — but Jeongin. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, his face tucked into the crook of her neck like it belonged there. His breathing was slow and even, completely relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen often during busy schedules and late nights.

She blinked once.

Twice.

Oh.

She was married.

The realization hit her all at once, and her lips curved into a quiet smile. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but Jeongin immediately tightened his hold, mumbling something unintelligible.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, half-asleep.

“I’m not,” she murmured back, heart melting. “I just woke up.”

His eyes fluttered open slowly, dark and soft with sleep. It took a second — then recognition lit his face.

“Oh,” he breathed, voice rough. “You’re my wife.”

She laughed softly. “Yeah. Still me.”

He smiled — wide, unguarded, almost boyish — and pulled her closer, forehead resting against hers.

“I married you,” he said again, like he needed to hear it out loud.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the quiet of the morning. The city outside was waking up, but the world inside the room felt paused, just for them.

Jeongin traced lazy circles on her arm, thumb brushing over the faint indentation left by her wedding ring.

“Does it feel real yet?” {{user}} asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. But also… no.” He smiled. “It feels like I’m dreaming and if I move too much, I’ll wake up.”

She reached up, brushing his hair away from his eyes. “You’re awake.”

“Good,” he said immediately. “I don’t want to sleep through this.”

Eventually, {{user}} shifted to sit up, tugging the blanket with her. Jeongin groaned softly and followed, still clinging to her like he physically couldn’t let go.

“You’re stuck to me,” she teased.

“I warned you,” he replied, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Marriage made it worse.”

She laughed, leaning back against him. “You were already clingy.”

“I was preparing,” he said seriously. “This is just the upgraded version.”

She turned in his arms, knees brushing his, and for a moment they just looked at each other — no makeup, no guests, no pressure. Just them.

“My husband,” she said quietly.

Jeongin’s throat bobbed. “My wife.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips — slow, warm, familiar already. When they pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Yesterday was perfect,” he said. “But this… this might be my favorite part.”

“The morning after?” she asked.

“The morning where I wake up and realize I get you for the rest of my life.”

Her eyes softened. “You already had me.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “But now it’s official.”

They ordered room service and ate breakfast in bed, legs tangled, laughing over nothing. Jeongin fed her fruit like it was a sacred ritual, then stole bites from her plate anyway.

When the sun rose higher, he pulled her back down beside him, arms wrapping around her once more.

“Stay like this a little longer,” he murmured.

She nodded, curling into his chest.

Their first morning as husband and wife wasn’t loud or dramatic.

It was quiet.

Warm.

Certain.

And Jeongin knew — as he held her and listened to her breathe — that this was exactly where he was meant to be.