A/N: Happy late Valentine's day(?) 😅😅😅

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I remember once reading a book, where a quote stuck to me for quite a long time.

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams".

For the longest time, I never understood the meaning behind this quote, until I met you. As I watched you breathing softly, making cute little noises that you make when you sleep, I could never imagine a moment without you when I was awake. Not a moment goes by when I don't think about you even when I sleep, all my dreams were about you.

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It was on an abnormally warm Valentine's Day when I first met you. I already knew that you were coming to my cafe that day, with Allure Korea to do a photoshoot. But little did I know that I would end up talking with you. Me, a regular little cafe owner who just so happened to be friends with the artistic director of your photoshoot, talking with you, a famous actress and muse of multiple luxury brands worldwide.

One little conversation, you trying to thank me for my hospitality, and me playing it off like it was nothing, led to you insisting on treating me to some food when I was done, and you stayed until I closed up shop.

At dinner that day, we talked endlessly, talking about everything and anything that came to mind. I learned that you had an avid interest in the arts, paintings in particular. And that you were a massive Spiderman fan.

From that night forth, we started talking and texting. At first, I was afraid that I would bore you to tears with my normal Joe life, when compared to the glamorous life that you lived as an international star. Yet again, I was surprised by how down-to-earth you were: you enjoyed learning about how I ran my little business, and how I lived my life. You also called me frequently, wanting to hear me talk about how my day went. I have to admit, that it was my favourite part of the day: just talking about how my day was, explaining the little things to you whilst you listened to me with rapt attention. And vice versa, me listening to you talk to me about your filming and other photoshoots, and of you practicing your lines for your upcoming projects.

And then one day, you came by my cafe, the Brew Haven, unannounced, by yourself to surprise me with a first print of the Allure magazine photoshoot pictures, and with your painting supplies. I have to admit that I was confused as to why you brought your painting supplies with you to my cafe. And as I was about to ask you, you just put your finger on my lips, and told me that it was a surprise. Needless to say, my face went red, which was a good thing that I had my mask on.

As you set off to paint in my mostly empty cafe, I went back to my comfortable routine of grinding my coffee beans. It was a while until you told me to come over to you. And I was in for a surprise.

What you had painted, was a portrait of me brewing coffee. It was so detailed that I was momentarily speechless. My silence must've been amusing because you pulled down my mask and took a picture of my stunned face, giggling cutely as I stood there, unable to formulate any words in my brain.

It was at that moment, that you kissed me on my right cheek, before, shyly, packing up your supplies and leaving my cafe.

Still unable to process what had happened, I almost didn't notice the letter that was tucked under the latte that I made.

Y/N,

I don't know how to tell you,

But over the time that we've spent together,

I have fallen deeper and deeper into you,

Dare I say, I've fallen in love with you,

If the feelings are mutual,

Would you give me a sign?

I sat there in silence, with the portrait that you painted for me as company, processing your words.

The next time I met you, I kissed you before we went on a date.

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As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt you stirring from your sleep next to me.

"Sohee-yah, good morning," I whisper in your ear, kissing you softly on your cheek.

"Good morning sweetheart," you say to me in return. Turning to face me in bed as you rub your sleepy eyes, your hair falling in waves. "What were you thinking about?"

"How did you know I was thinking about something?" I ask, running my hand through your silky black hair.

"You had that same look on your face like when I first kissed you silly," you said to me, "come on, what's on your mind?"

"I was thinking about how we ended up together, and how it made my life brighter than my dreams," I told you as you leaned onto my chest in bed, as I turned to look at where our wedding picture hung on the wall, alongside the portrait of me brewing coffee that you painted all those years ago.

"That will be a story to tell our little one," you say blissfully, as you place your hand and mine on your barely visible baby bump.

"It will be, my dear."