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“You have your ring, right?” Jeonghan asks you at the last second, just before you exit the taxi.
“Yes, Jeonghan, for the last time, I have my ring. It’s on my finger. You can see it on my finger, can’t you?” you respond slowly, calmly, which tells Jeonghan his life is at risk.
“Yes, dear, I can see it on your finger, sorry,” he whispers, patting your shoulder in apology before taking hold of your bag and opening the door, racing around the car to open your door before the driver can. He holds his hand out, waiting for you to take it before bending at the waist to lay a kiss on the back of your hand and help you climb out of the taxi.
You roll your eyes but let him assist you, taking your suitcase from the driver with a smile and a thank you, and Jeonghan slips him a tip before snatching the handle from you and strutting through the automatic doors of the hotel.
You follow at a sedate pace, arriving at the check in desk just as Jeonghan says, “Yes, we have a reservation under Yoon Y/n, it’s our honeymoon,” and he tries to ignore the sputtering he can hear from you.
The employee doesn’t though, tilts their head and raises a brow, and Jeonghan feels you wind your arm through his and rest your head on his shoulder, sweetly saying, “It’s just so surreal still, having this man as my husband.”
He recognizes your tone as your ‘sincere unless they know you’ voice, and revels in the fact that he can identify it, nodding and backing you up, “Yeah, I feel the same way, sweetheart, I still can’t believe you married me.”
Jeonghan hopes the hearts in his eyes look real enough and holds his hand out for the keycard the employee had withheld, thanking them with a smile and tugging you to the elevators.
Once the doors close, you turn to him with your arms crossed and your eyes narrowed, “I didn’t marry you.”
“Then why’s that ring on your finger?” Jeonghan jokes, dodging the elbow you launch at his ribs and laughing, the sound echoing around the metal box as it ascends.
“Don’t be mad, it got us the upgrade,” he soothes, guiding you to the room when the doors open, swiping the card and throwing the door open with a flourish.
The suite is beautiful, a palette of soft creams and pinks, the kitchenette decked out with white quartz counters and a sleek stainless steel microwave and coffee maker. The seating area leads out to a balcony overlooking the coast, little terracotta roofed houses and buildings strung along the terraced cliffs.
Your eyes light up, your lips stretching in a grin, and you race ahead of him to open the balcony doors and lean over the railing, breathing in the sea air as your dress flutters along your thighs.
Jeonghan watches you close your eyes and tilt your face into the sun, and thinks maybe he won't mind being your fake husband if it means he gets to see you this happy for the next five days.