The polished marble floors of Coex Mall reflected the afternoon light as you and Seung Hyun stepped into the Starfield Library, the twins’ stroller rolling between you.

He was dressed simply—black baggy jeans, a loose black shirt, well-worn Converse. A black crossbody bag hung at his side, filled with bottles, diapers, and a small blanket sticking out. The glint of your matching silver rings caught the light every time his hand brushed the stroller handle.

You matched his casual tone in your own way—black blouse tucked loosely into baggy blue jeans, silver watch catching the sun. Your long wolf-cut hair was tied back with a small white bow, the star charm on your necklace and the flower-shaped bracelet on your wrist shifting with every step. On your left hand, beside the wedding ring, sat the Pandora tangled ring he’d bought for you on a quiet afternoon months ago. Mary Janes clicked softly against the tile.

“Why a library?” he murmured, scanning the towering shelves.

“It’s peaceful,” you replied, adjusting the stroller handle. Seo-hyeon slept soundly while Min-joon’s big eyes followed the hanging toys. “And the twins won’t cry here… hopefully.”

His lips twitched. “You just wanted an excuse to boss me around in public again.”

You ignored him, walking toward a sunlit shelf. One book caught your eye. You reached up, fingertips brushing the spine before pulling it free. The cover felt warm from the light. You began reading, the outside world falling away.

Behind you, Seung Hyun slowed. He took out his phone and, without saying a word, angled it just right—capturing you framed by the endless shelves, sunlight glinting in your hair, the white bow soft against the dark strands, the stroller in front of you.

The faint click of the camera made you glance over your shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, slipping the phone into his pocket.

“Suspicious,” you muttered, turning back to the page.

“Romantic,” he corrected under his breath.

A small sound from the stroller drew your attention—Min-joon giggling at his father. Seo-hyeon stirred but didn’t wake. You smiled softly, brushing your fingers over the baby blanket.

Seung Hyun stepped closer, his voice low. “You look the same as the first time I saw you reading like that. Back then you were just the student council president who hated me.”

“I still do,” you said lightly, flipping another page.

“Hmm.” His hand brushed yours on the stroller handle. “Funny how you married me then… had my kids…”

You turned your head, giving him a glare he clearly enjoyed too much.

He smirked, leaning down so only you could hear. “Makes me want to skip class again… just so you’ll chase me.”

You huffed and pushed the stroller forward, but the quiet chuckle that followed you was warm, steady—and as much as you hated to admit it, comforting.