Chapter 86: You and me are enough
A few quick camera drones buzzed overhead, recording the groundbreaking spectacle from above. Just as Cheon Areum’s boots began to lift from the ground, his eyes fluttered open in surprise—only to meet the sight of Lee Nari stepping out of her car, her gaze fixed on them.
A smile tugged at his lips mid-kiss, his heart skipping as Yoon Seoyul’s arm wrapped around his waist. With effortless poise, Yoon Seoyul lifted him into the air and spun him obligingly in full view of the crowd. One hand gently cradled the back of Cheon Areum’s head as he drew him close once more, deepening the kiss just as a cascade of white camera flashes rained down upon them.
The crowd, caught between awe and confusion over whose name to cheer, erupted into a chaotic harmony—half chanting Cheon Areum, the other half Yoon Seoyul—until both names echoed equally loud through the blocked-off streets of Gangnam. Cheon Areum leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Yoon Seoyul’s, his breath uneven and shallow. Camera flashes flickered in Yoon Seoyul’s dark, obsidian eyes, setting them aglow like twin galaxies. Cheon Areum’s heart thundered in his chest as he gazed into them, utterly spellbound—longing, with every fiber of his being, to be consumed completely by that gaze.
"This will confirm that we are dating..."
"Hmm. No one will ask us if we’re dating anymore."
Yoon Seoyul muttered under his breath as his feet finally touched solid ground again. But before he could even turn to face the sea of screaming fans, he felt a firm tug at his hand. Yoon Seoyul clasped Cheon Areum’s fingers tightly and began walking away from the cheering crowd. Cheon Areum took the lead, just a step ahead of him, their joined hands swinging gently between them as they made their way to the gate. The noise behind them faded into the background as they moved forward.
"Did you bring any jackets or a coat?"
"No. It’s not that cold."
Cheon Areum replied when he felt a sudden weight settle across his shoulders. He blinked, glancing sideways, only to see Yoon Seoyul silently draping his own black trench coat over him. The heavy fabric settled, veiling the soft, fuzzy sweater Cheon Areum wore beneath. The coat still carried traces of Yoon Seoyul’s pheromones, so he didn’t complain, hoarding the coat for himself.
The gate loomed in the very heart of the intersection, a dark, swirling vortex that distorted the air around it. Lee Nari was already stationed nearby, standing a few feet from the gate with her arms crossed, her attention absorbed in her phone seemingly texting someone. As she looked up from the glowing screen, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. With a fluid motion, she slipped the phone into her inventory while staring at Cheon Areum. She didn’t say a word as she watched him get close. Every movement of his silver-laced figure, her eyes followed without blinking—creepily.