Gangnam Police Station.
Officer Park was studying the call records of the man who had attacked Suho and Hauen. He was checking the most frequently dialed numbers, looking for any possible connections.
"Sir," one of his junior officers called out.
"Yes?" Officer Park looked up.
"Sir, there's a witness who noticed something strange on the day of the attack," the junior officer said carefully.
"Who is it?" Officer Park asked.
"He's a taxi driver who dropped that man near the scene," the officer explained.
Officer Park frowned slightly. "Where is he now? What did he see?"
"He's waiting outside, sir," the junior replied.
"Bring him in," Officer Park said at once.
"Yes, sir."
A minute later, the taxi driver walked into the room.
"Hello, sir. My name is Bae Hanjoen," he said politely.
"Hello. Please, have a seat," Officer Park replied.
"Thank you, sir," the driver said, sitting down.
Officer Park gave a brief smile, then turned serious again. "Alright, Mr. Bae. Tell me, what exactly did you see that day?"
The taxi driver nodded.
"Actually, sir… the man who attacked Mr. Kim and his wife, I was the one who dropped him there," the taxi driver said slowly.
Officer Park raised an eyebrow, suspicious, but the man quickly added, "But I didn't know he was a criminal or that he was planning to hurt someone."
Officer Park leaned forward. "Tell me everything you know."
The driver nodded and began explaining everything he had seen and heard.
Officer Park listened carefully, his brows tightening as the story went on. When the driver finished, Officer Park asked, "You're sure it was him?"
"Yes, sir. One hundred percent sure," the driver replied firmly.
"Alright. Thank you for your information. If we need anything else, we'll contact you. Please write your name and phone number over there," Officer Park instructed.
The driver nodded. "Okay, sir," he said, then stood up and left the room.
Officer Park leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He tried to connect the dots, replaying every detail in his mind. Something still didn't add up. He needed to be sure, were all these incidents really connected, or was he missing a bigger piece of the puzzle?
Penthouse
That night, after dinner, Suho was in his study room, attending a meeting with a U.S. client about launching Mirae Cosmetics in the American market. It was already late, almost time to sleep.
Hauen had been wandering around the house for a while before finally going to her own room.
When Suho finished his meeting, he quietly stepped out of his study and walked to his bedroom. It was dark, empty, untouched.
It had been a week since they confessed their feelings for each other. A week of warmth, teasing, laughter… and yet every night, she still slept in her own room.
He wanted her beside him, wanted to feel her warmth every night when he closed his eyes, and wake up to her presence every morning. He had imagined it too many times, but he didn't have the courage to say it aloud. every time he thought of saying it, the words just… died on his tongue. His shy, reserved nature kept his desires locked inside.
For someone who led boardrooms with confidence, Kim Suho, the head of Mirae Cosmetics, one of the nation's leading companies, was a complete mess when it came to his wife, Kim Hauen.
Even though he'd been in a relationship before, this felt different. With Hauen, it wasn't just romance, it was something softer, deeper.
She was a friend first, a person who had seen all his sides. And that familiarity made him shy in new ways, and that quiet, unspoken hesitation between friendship and love still kept a fragile line between them, a line he wanted to cross but couldn't bring himself to.
But that night, Suho finally gathered his courage and slowly walked toward her bedroom. The door was closed.
He lifted his hand to knock, but froze, nervous. He almost knocked again but pulled back at the last second.
After a few failed attempts, he sighed, muttering under his breath, "Just do it, idiot…" and finally tapped gently on the door.
Within a minute, the door opened. Hauen stood there, her hair down, wrapped in a soft robe, her eyes warm and curious. "Suho… what happened? You need something?"
He looked at her, his heart started racing, and he immediately looked away, eyes falling to the floor. Words got stuck in his throat.
"Hey…" She tilted her head, stepping closer, cupping his cheeks. "What happened, Teddy?"
He looked into her eyes, lips parting as if to speak… but the words just wouldn't come out.
"Suho…" she called again, worried.
He met her gaze for a second, then inhaled deeply.
"Can you…" His voice dropped, nervous. "Can you shift into my room?" He finally blurted it out, all in one breath.
Hauen blinked, stunned. Had she heard that right?
He looked at her again, his eyes were filled with guilt, but also something deeper, something sincere.
"I…" he swallowed, voice trembling slightly, "I… I want us to be an actual couple," he said, words stammering. "I want to start being your real husband… your partner, your lover, not just your friend."
He took a small breath before adding quietly, "I accept you as my other half, Hauen… and I want to start our life together, with the warmth and closeness we both deserve. I want to initiate that intimacy between us."
Her heart began to race, unsure how to react or what to say.
"Don't be scared," Suho added softly, his tone calm and reassuring. "I'm not trying to rush anything or force you. I just want to take it slow… one step at a time. Just… start somewhere."
Their eyes met, and for a long second, neither spoke. The air between them was thick with unspoken feelings. She could see it in his eyes: honesty, respect, longing, and that soft, trembling love that always felt too pure.
her heart raced terribly...
He waited, searching her face for a response. When she stayed silent, Suho took a slow breath and nodded slightly, accepting it with quiet understanding.
"That's okay, Hauen," he said gently. "Whenever you feel comfortable… You can move into my room."
He offered her a small, tender smile. "Good night."
He turned to leave—
But before he could take another step, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
And then, before he could even process what was happening, her lips crashed on his, sudden, desperate, trembling, warm. His eyes widened, frozen in shock, until the feeling of her mouth against his sank in. Then slowly, his eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed her back, soft, careful, but filled with everything he couldn't say.
When she finally pulled away, both were breathing hard. Their foreheads rested together, hearts racing in sync.
"I'm your wife, Teddy," she whispered, her voice soft. "Who asks their own wife to shift into the same room like a stranger?" She asked teasingly, "Don't melt my heart by being too much of a gentleman… I'm weak for gentlemen."
Suho's heart pounded in his chest, his legs unsteady, as if it was the very first time he'd ever kissed someone. Her closeness left him dizzy, his breath uneven.
Hauen looked at his flushed, startled face and couldn't help but smile. Her heart softened all over again, then she leaned in and captured his lips once more.
He stumbled back a little, instinctively gripping her waist to keep his balance. His hesitation faded as he kissed her back, matching her warmth and rhythm.
A smile curved on her lips between the kiss, the joy of feeling him, sober, gentle, completely hers, filling her chest.
When they finally paused, still close, "You asked too late, husband… You should've said this on the very first day," she murmured against his lips with a teasing smile,
"Anyway…" she whispered, her fingers tracing along his jaw, "…how about we take our first step this way?"
Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, slow and delicate, before she let her fingertip linger there, caressing it gently.
He smiled, biting his lower lip, his cheeks still flushed pink.
"Ask that again," she whispered, eyes glinting playfully.
He looked at her, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Shift into my room, Jagi," he said softly.
Her lips curved into a smile as she leaned in to peck his lips. "Let's go, Yeobo," she murmured.
The word made his heart skip. He looked down, trying to hide the grin tugging at his mouth, but he couldn't stop the warmth spreading through him. The way she called him Yeobo, so natural, so full of affection, which made him feel butterflies in the best way.
She took his hand and pulled him gently toward his room.
They lay down together, her back against his chest, his arm wrapping around her waist. His face found its place in the curve of her neck, breathing in her warmth.
He smiled quietly, his heart fluttering like a teenager's, replaying their kiss in his mind, their first kiss. at least for him, it was their first kiss.
She felt his soft smile brushing against her skin now and then, and she couldn't help but smile too, content, warm, and completely his.