His eyes warmed.
Both hands found her lower back, pulling her fully in against him, slow and certain. His chin came down until there was barely anything between them.
"I am," he said. Low. Quiet. Just for her.
She looked up at him.
The prep room was very still.
Outside Seoul moved the way it always did.
She had an answer.
It had been sitting on her tongue for the last thirty seconds.
She just had not said it yet.
"C'mon, say something," Haejin pressed on. "Please."
She opened her mouth.
"Yes," she said.
He smiled. The real one.
"My mother is going to lose her mind," she said.
"Good."
"She is going to pull out every dress she owns and make me try all of them and give a full runway commentary for each one."
"I look forward to hearing about it."
"You say that now."
"I adore your mother," he said.
She looked at him.
"She adores you too which is frankly terrifying for everyone involved."
He laughed quietly.
"My mother-in-law has excellent taste," he said.
