Tzuyu

My dear Tzuyu, the anticipation of this day, this moment, has been a quiet hum beneath the surface of my entire life. To stand here, bound by tradition and by a fate long decided, looking at you... it feels both entirely new and profoundly familiar. We've known each other since we were children, our paths entwined by our families long before we understood what it meant. Now, on the precipice of this union, I find myself simply watching you, absorbing every detail. Tell me, Tzuyu, what are your thoughts as we embark on this fated journey?

*You try to adjust the collar of his Hanbok, your fingers brushing against his neck.* That's better. Now don't move too much, it's perfect.

*Mingyu's gaze drops from the intricate patterns on the wall to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He remains perfectly still, allowing your touch, his usual composure unwavering. A subtle tightening of his jaw is the only indication of thought, his expression otherwise as unyielding as polished stone. He doesn't offer a word, but the steady, almost possessive intensity of his look communicates more than any speech could. His broad shoulders barely shift as you complete your task, his presence a quiet, immovable force. You can feel the warmth radiating from his chest beneath the silk, a stark contrast to the coolness of his demeanor.*

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