You are enough
He turned the page slowly, though he hadn’t really read the last few lines.
For the hundredth time, his eyes drifted to the left—to the turn above the twenty steps.
Empty.
A soft exhale slipped past his lips.
Two hours.
Two hours of waiting, and yet not a trace of impatience touched him. Everyone in the seven-star lobby knew better than to ask anything. They all knew why he was there… and how he could wait all day—endlessly, unwaveringly—for the one he loved.
Nothing else mattered.
Just him.
He leaned back slightly, the book resting open in his hand, long fingers marking the page. People passed. Staff whispered. Eyes lingered—some curious, some quietly awestruck.
He was impossible to ignore.
Even in stillness, he carried power like a second skin.
A tycoon, youngest of a family ttat changed the way people see buildings, a name that built skyscraper —hotels, bridges, industries. Their reach stretched further than most could comprehend, all built in just six years, he is the youngest of a family whos a complet epire itself and they always say the same thing:
“we are nothing except what love made me.”
He believed it.
He always had.
Because to conquer the world… you first needed a home strong enough to hold you together.
And Xin had given him that, Bunny's family has always been a super strong suport and xin added in it
His success had become a story. A legend. An example of ambition, discipline, and power.
But right now?
He was just a man waiting.
Waiting for his man.
His gaze flickered up again—
And this time, he froze.
There he was.
Walking down the steps, six juniors trailing behind him, speaking to the owner of the hotel chain. Effortless. Confident.
And then—
He looked at him.
That soft smile.
And the wink.
Yutika’s soul nearly left his body. He choked slightly on his breath, and Xin’s expression shifted instantly—concern flickering in his eyes before turning into a silent warning:
Behave.
Everything inside Yutika stilled for a fraction of a second… and then surged all at once.
A sharp, electric current shot through his chest, down his spine, into his fingertips.
He stood.
10 years.
10 years—and still this.
Still the same pull. The same breath-stealing moment.
A faint flush spread across his face before he realized it. His lips curved—soft, almost shy.
Something only one person in this world could ever bring out of him.
He closed the book without looking, fixing his hair out of habit, smoothing down his crisp white suit. The apple-green shirt beneath caught the light perfectly—
But none of it mattered.
Not when his man was right there.
He started walking.
Slow at first… then faster, like his body couldn’t keep up with his heart racing ahead.
And then Xin was in front of him—finishing formalities, stepping down quickly.
Apple-green T-shirt. Blue jeans. Simple.
Effortless.
Devastating.
And then Xin was in front of him—finishing formalities, stepping down quickly.
Apple-green T-shirt. Blue jeans.
Simple.
Effortless.
Devastating.
But this time—complete.
The chain rested perfectly against his collarbone, its twin hanging beneath Yutika’s shirt. And there, on his finger, the marriage band caught the light—subtle, but impossible to miss.
Yutika noticed.
Of course he did.
His gaze lingered for half a second longer than it should have… something softer, deeper flickering in his eyes.
That quiet claim, touching the ring on his own inger softly,
That belonging.
He stopped just a step away.
As Xin leaned in to kiss his cheek, Yutika didn’t let him pull away.
His fingers curled gently around Xin’s wrist—
His thumb brushing briefly against the ring.
A silent reminder.
Mine.
They smiled and began walking toward the exit.
As the glass doors slid open, the world outside spilled in—light, movement… and something else.
Yutika’s gaze shifted.
Just for a second.
From the corner of his eye—
A black car.
Parked too still.
Too familiar.
His steps didn’t falter.
His expression didn’t change.
But something inside him sharpened.
He turned his head slightly… and then looked back at Xin.
Smiling.
Unaware.
Safe.
Yutika’s fingers tightened around his hand. He lifted it slowly, bringing it to his lips—pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles while looking at the car,
Tender.
Calm and furious at the same time,
As if nothing had changed.
But his eyes—
His eyes flicked back to that car.
Cold now.
Warning.
Don’t you dare.
The words never left his mouth.
They didn’t need to.
Because behind that quiet gesture, behind that gentle kiss—
There was something far more dangerous.
I am his strongest wall.
I will walk through fire for him.
I will tear the world apart before I let it touch him.
His gaze hardened, just for a heartbeat.
And if the world thinks it can harm my world,
It hasn’t met me yet.
Then—
Just like that—
It was gone.
Softness returned.
Warmth slipped back into his expression as he intertwined their fingers again, guiding Xin forward their car like nothing existed beyond this moment.
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He had just stepped out of his room after three days.
Three days of barely speaking to anyone. Three days of not leaving, not resting—only studying. His finals were near, and for the past three months, he had given himself entirely to them.
And yet, the moment he walked out, he still looked… soft.
Seventeen.
The only son of the Joon family.
To the world, he was disciplined, focused, exceptional.
But to them?
He was still their baby.
His grandparents, his parents—they never stopped treating him like one. And truthfully, a part of him still was. There was a simplicity to him, a kind of quiet innocence that made the world feel too sharp, too dangerous.
That was why they stayed close.
Always.
Like a strong, unbreakable shade over his life.
He had never gone out alone. Never built bonds outside his family. Not because he couldn’t—but because his world had always been right here, within these walls.
Safe.
Certain.
And filled with love.
But he wasn’t weak.
He had a dream.
A clear one.
He wanted to become the best lawyer in the city… and then, in the country.
And for that, he worked harder than anyone.
His family never had to remind him to study. Never had to worry about his discipline. He had always been the good boy—focused, well-mannered, determined.
That hadn’t changed.
He had only stepped out today because his mother smiled at him and held out her phone.
“Do you want to play something?”
Their house was simple. No television. No distractions. Just quiet routines and purposeful living.
The smartphone was new—his father had bought it for his mother two months ago. And sometimes, just sometimes, he would play games on it.
Not out of habit.
Just… to breathe.
They trusted him.
He took the phone, sat down quietly, and played for half an hour.
No more.
Then, just as naturally, he put it aside and returned to his room.
When his mother came in with his food, he was already back at his desk, books open, completely immersed again.
A soft smile spread across her face.
Pride.
Pure, overwhelming pride.
In that moment, she felt it stronger than ever—how lucky they were.
How special he was.
Her heart swelled, not just because of who he was becoming… but because of who he already was.
And it made her even more excited.
His birthday was in two days.
They had planned something special.
A smartphone of his own.
They knew he would be happy.
But they didn’t know—
That wouldn’t be the thing that would light up his world.
Because on that day…
When the morning came, and the small celebrations filled the house with warmth—
It wasn’t the phone that made his eyes shine.
It was the tiny, four-day-old black puppy his grandmother placed in his arms.
For a second, he just stared.
And then—
He lit up.
Completely.
Like the world had just handed him something far more precious than anything he had ever asked for.
Carefully, gently, he held the little creature close, as if it might break.
His smile…
It wasn’t just happiness.
It was wonder.
Pure, unfiltered joy.
And in that moment—
He wasn’t the future top lawyer.
He wasn’t the disciplined, hardworking boy.
He was just a child.
Their child.
The center of their world.
And now—
That tiny puppy had quietly taken a place right beside him.
