LOGINSarang’s Pov This time, I didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” I replied. A deep, rough sound escaped his throat as he kissed me again, this time with more intensity and urgency. His hands explored my body, getting to know every curve and every bit of bare skin he hadn’t yet touched. With practiced skill, he removed the last piece of clothing between us, leaving me completely exposed beneath him. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his eyes moved over my body, as if he wanted to remember every detail. “You’re perfect,” he said softly, his voice full of admiration. My cheeks warmed, but before I could say anything, he positioned himself at my entrance. My heart raced so fast, I thought it might burst. A mix of excitement and nervousness swirled in my stomach as he gently pressed against me. He locked eyes with me, showing both control and deep desire. “I’ll take it slow,” he promised, kissing my jaw gently. “Tell me if it’s too much.” I nodded, holding onto his shoulders as he mo
Sarang’s POV He took a few steps forward, then stopped abruptly, and pointing directly at me with an expression of astonishment, exclaimed, “Oh my….. God!” “What?” I frowned. “You, you look... wow.” His eyes traced over me, darkening as he stepped forward. “Like an angel. My angel.” I rolled my eyes but my heart did a little flip. “Zayren, sit down before you fall.” Instead of just listening to me, he swung his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. “Why would I fall when I have my whole world I need right here with me?” His voice was soft and gentle, but there was something deeper and more meaningful in it... something that spread warmth through my chest, making me feel comfortable and at ease. “You’ve worked so hard for this,” he said, pressing his forehead against my shoulder. “You take such good care of me,” he said. “How did I get so dang lucky? How did I get someone as wonderful as you?” he said out loud. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “Because
Sarang’s POV That night, I couldn’t stop smiling. All of the burdens I’d been carrying for so long were suddenly lighter, like a part of my heart was starting to heal. My mother was responding, she was fighting, and Zayren was right there by my side, holding me like he always did. We had our dinner in the restaurant on our way back home as Zayren insisted, he didn’t want me to go and cook. There was silence on the drive home, but it was a good silence. Zayren’s thumb rubbed against my knuckles absentmindedly as he drove carefully, eyes divided between the road ahead and the sneaky glances he would steal at me. Every time our eyes met, he would smile softly and my heart would melt again, knowing that it was a familiar and loving smile. When we reached the destination, he parked the car and looked at me, his fingers lifting my chin. “Are you happy?” he asked in a caring voice. I nodded. “More than I’ve been in a long time.” A slight smile crept slowly over his lips, spreading fro
Sarang's Pov “You really want to be the mother of my kids?” he said, in a low, playful voice. My cheeks prickled instantly. “Y...You’re focusing on that part?” He laughed, tilting his head as his fingers drew circles on my waist. “I mean, you said it. I just want to marry you, live my whole life with you, be the mother of your kids... ” “Zayren!” I smacked his chest, embarrassed. He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his lips. “Say it again.” I clenched my jaw and turned away. “I said it once.” “But I want to hear it again.” I sighed, acting annoyed, but my heart was pounding. “Fine.” I said and looked up at him, my eyes softening. “I love you, Kim Zayren. And I want to spend my life with you.” His mocking smile was gone and in its place was something much deeper... something that made my chest ache with happiness. “Say it every day,” he said, laying his forehead against mine. “Every day until we’re old. Until we’ve got kids running around. Until we’ve got nothing left but ea
Sarang’s Pov We both held our breaths, waiting. But this time, nothing happened. No twitch. No movement. No sign of life like before. I could see the disappointment on Zayren’s face, the way his hand on my mother’s loosened. His jaw set as he looked down, at himself. I put my hand over his. “It’s okay, Zayren.” He shook his head. “She moved earlier... I thought maybe if I talked to her again she’d respond. But I... ” He took a sharp breath, looked away. “I couldn’t do it.” His voice was angry and sad, and I couldn’t help but feel hurt that this bothered him so much. I held his cheek and he looked at me. “You did do something, Zayren. For the first time in years, she reacted to someone’s voice. That’s because of you.” He didn’t say anything, but I could see the hurt in his eyes. I smiled. “I’ve waited so long for something... anything... to happen and today, because of you, I saw hope for the first time.” I squeezed his hand. “It doesn’t matter if she didn’t react again right
Sarang’s POV I looked at my watch, my shift was almost over. I needed to go home. Zayren must be waiting for me. He asked me to help him study because his exams were soon, and even though he asked me out on a date, I had said no. I figured the least I could do was do the same for him, as he always did for me. I finished up, quickly changed into my clothes, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the café... only to be utterly blown away. Zayren was standing right in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed, as he walked toward me, a gentle smile on his lips. “I just thought a good boyfriend should pick up his girlfriend from work... also that way, we could spend time together,” he said casually. “After all, my girlfriend is such a hardworking girl.” I sighed, and shook my head. “That’s very nice of you, but remember I told you to study? You didn’t need to come all the way here. I can manage... ” But before I could say anything, Zayren suddenly scooped m







