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"Oh, don't worry," he says, walking up behind you in the mirror and laying his head on your shoulder. "You look perfect, as always. And I like the way that shirt looks on you."
It was hard not to blush at the way Seungcheol had always talked to you, treating you like royalty and calling you the best thing to have ever happened to him. No matter what he said, though, you still always felt like there was room for you to improve. He deserved nothing less than perfect, you were sure of it.
"If you can't decide on an outfit, we might miss our reservations," Seungcheol tells you in a sing-songy voice, burying his face into your neck. "Our first anniversary only comes once, dear. And I think you look more stunning right now than you ever have."
"Fine, fine, we can go." You turn around, looking down at your outfit one more time. "Are you sure that this looks fancy enough? It's a pretty nice restaurant and I don't want us to look like we don't know what we're doing and is there a dress code here? Maybe I should just change before we--"
Seungcheol grabs your hands and pulls your body flush against him, giggling at your startled expression as you stumble into him. He leans down and pecks your lips just for a moment, unable to contain his smile.
"Like I said, perfect. Now let's go before they give our table to someone else, yeah?"
He grabs your hand and leads you towards the door before you have the time to reconsider, and he can't help but smile because the last year with you was more than he could have ever dreamed of.