Newlyweds And Everyday Life (1)

The first place we went after finding a house was my parents’ grave.

Thankfully, my relatives had buried them in the family’s mountain plot, so it wasn’t hard to find. This was my second visit. I was just grateful they maintained it.

They probably assumed I was dead too. Since they never found a body, they didn’t make a grave for me or anything.

So I took Rurin straight to the site.

I knelt in front of the grave to share the news of our marriage. Rurin, curious about the gesture, sat close beside me and asked:

“My love, why are you kneeling?”

“Well, my late parents are resting here.”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Ohhh.”

Rurin had a “why are we kneeling in the mountains” kind of face, but now looked intently at the grave with genuine curiosity.

“Looks weird to you, huh? In this world, we bury the dead and honor them with a gravestone.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded at my explanation and quietly knelt beside me.

I’d never seen such a mighty being kneel like this before.

“This is a surprise, Rurin.”

“What surprise? She’s your mother. I’m just doing what you did.”

“Yeah?”

Moments like this just made me smile. I really married well. No other dragon would ever do something like this.

“Then let’s greet them together. I wanted to introduce you officially anyway.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just stay still.”

I turned away from Rurin and faced the grave again. Clearing my throat, I began to speak to my parents.

“Mom, Dad. I got married. I brought her here once before, but now it’s official. This is her. She’s pretty, isn’t she? Still a bit reckless, but I love her. Please watch over us so we can stay together until the end.”

“Uh… Lo-lov…love…”

She was just watching me introduce her—not even being spoken to directly—and yet the moment I said “love,” Rurin blushed and stammered.

“Alright, stop stuttering and introduce yourself too.”

“Me too? Like you did?”

“Yeah. I said I’d make you happy here too. Fair’s fair, right?”

“That’s true but… Do I also have to…say th-that? It’s embarrassing!”

“Come on, why’s that so hard? You say you like me just fine, but you freeze at ‘love’?”

“Because the word has weight! Just—go somewhere else! I’ll greet your mother on my own!”

“What?”

“Get up, go on! Shoo-shoo!”

“You could just do it with me right here…”

“If you don’t leave, I’m not doing it!”

Oh wow, we’re threatening now? She puffed up her cheeks and turned her head sharply. At this point, fine—let her have it her way.

I didn’t want to miss her introducing herself to my parents anyway.

“Alright, alright. I’ll back off.”

“Good!”

As I stood up, Rurin—still kneeling—whipped her head away again.

Then she waved her hand to shoo me even farther away. I sighed and backed off more.

At this distance, I couldn’t hear a word. I could only see the back of her head, so lip-reading was impossible.

So I sat and stared at the back of her head—until suddenly, she jumped up and ran back over.

“You done?”

“All done…hehe.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Just…something.”

“‘Something’ huh. What’d you say?”

“What are you even saying? Obviously, that’s a secret!”

She puffed out her chest and shouted proudly.

“Then why are your ears red?”

“Gasp?!”

At that, she slapped her hands over her ears—and ran.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Great and mighty dragon, huh? And yet she’s so easy to fluster. Unbelievable.

I bowed to my parents’ grave, said goodbye, and chased after my sprinting wife.

And just like that, we escaped that strange ruin, teleported back to Seoul, found a place to live, and paid a visit to my parents.

On the way back, we stopped by a convenience store for necessities. The moment we got home, we crashed hard.

Neither of us had slept properly the day before in the ruin, so we both fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

And that was how day one disappeared in a blur.

Day Two.

Yaaaawn.

I yawned and opened my eyes. A glance at the clock—2 PM. We’d seriously overslept.

It was all the leftover exhaustion from the ruin. Oversleeping wasn’t a big deal anyway—we were in the modern world now, so adjusting to Rurin’s time schedule didn’t sound so bad.

When running the restaurant, mornings were mandatory. But here, on vacation? We could live however we wanted.

It’s not like Rurin could change anyway. In her DNA, mornings are for sleep—end of discussion.

So day two began at 2 PM. Rurin was still asleep in my arms—but not fully snuggled. Her face hovered about two centimeters from my chest.

She was gently holding onto my arm, breathing softly in her sleep.

It may have been 2 PM, but she had no intention of getting up.

Gorong…

Not “gororong” but “gorong.” Not a perfect sleep anymore—a sign she was starting to wake.

So I gently stroked her soft cheek—and her brow twitched. She was drifting from dreamland back to reality.

At this stage, you softly call her name.

“Rurin.

“Rurin?”

And she goes “Hmmng?” curling up in a sleepy squirm.

Then she peeks her eyes open. That’s the cue—you lock eyes and silently pressure her: Get up, I’m already awake.

“Hnyaa.”

But we’re still in resistance mode. She squirmed again and slowly crawled over to me, while I sat at the edge of the bed.

Then, she plopped her head on my thigh and shut her eyes again.

Her long hair spilled down across my leg, and her soft cheek gently pressed against my thigh.

This was the final boss stage of morning resistance.

“Rurin, it’s already 2. Aren’t you hungry?”

That line made her noticeably twitch. At this point, she was awake—just stubborn.

So I slid my leg out from under her. Her cheek hit the bed, and she grumpily crawled under the blanket like she was done with the world.

Her upper body vanished under the blanket, with her legs sticking out like some kind of blanket burrito.

“Time to rise, Lady Rurin.”

“Ughhh…”

A muffled groan came from inside. She was awake, just stubborn.

When this happens, you gently reach for the part of her belly that’s sticking out of the blanket. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing smooth, soft skin. A gentle touch was all it took to feel it.

Despite everything she eats, her belly somehow defies calorie logic. There’s no visible muscle, just soft and smooth perfection.

“Your hand is warm.”

“Yeah?”

I was actually about to tickle her, but hearing actual coherent words from under the blanket was progress.

“Then get up.”

“Hmmmmm…”

After one last whine, she finally sat up. The blanket slid off and flopped to the floor.

Her hair was a wild mess from tossing under the blanket, and her oversized T-shirt covered her hands completely.

She poked her hands out of the sleeves and rubbed her eyes—that marked the official completion of her wake-up sequence.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did. As long as you’re here, I always sleep well.”

She answered with a sleepy voice and stretched again. She was up, sure—but she wouldn’t hit full cheerful mode for another 10 minutes.

She was the definition of morning low-pressure.

So I left her to wake up on her own and headed to the kitchen to prep a simple breakfast.

We didn’t have much except the stuff we grabbed from the convenience store yesterday—so eggs and bacon, the go-to.

Rurin liked this combo too.

I turned on the stove and cracked some eggs into the pan. I left the yolks runny—dipping the bacon into them added richness.

SSSSZZZK—!

As the bacon hit the pan, the sound and smell filled the space. Simple, familiar, but that’s what made it perfect.

Sizzle sizzle.

SSSSZK—!

Right around the time the bacon got perfectly crispy, I heard Rurin get out of bed and shuffle over.

Unlike her usual dashy “thumping” run, her steps were soft and calm.

She tiptoed up and rested her chin on my shoulder, peeking at what I was making.

“You finally woke up for real?”

“That smells delicious!”

“Right?”

That cheerful voice—yeah, she was fully awake now.

“And just like I thought—it’s so nice being able to see you wherever I go! The lair is great and all, but I always had to teleport around to find you. I could only see you cook if I went to the restaurant. You were always leaving me in the bedroom.”

“Well, I was working. Can’t really help that, can I?”

“That’s why this is better. I’m hungry!”

“Off the shoulder now. Go unfold the table by the bed and wait. I’ll bring the plates.”

“Got it.”

Rurin lifted her chin and dashed off with cheerful thumping.

“Hey—no need to run, it’s a small space. Hehe.”

She adjusted her pace and started fumbling with the folding table.

“Ooh. So this is how it works.”

After a little exploration, she figured out how to unfold the legs and sat down, staring at me with sparkly eyes.

And just like that, breakfast was ready. It was afternoon, sure—but for us, this was morning.

“Alright, let’s eat.”

We sat on the floor facing each other at the little table, with plates of bacon, sunny-side-up eggs, and salad between us.

It had been ages since I’d eaten off a floor table like this—probably not since I was a kid.

It was likely Rurin’s first time ever, but she didn’t seem out of place. She sat comfortably, happily stabbing her bacon with a fork.

Funny thing—the moment I stretched my legs, they bumped into Rurin’s.

Our bare feet kept touching every time we took a bite of bacon.

Feeling playful, I used my toes to gently pinch the top of her foot. My toes were doing God’s work.

“Eek! What are you doing, I’m eating!”

“Huh? I didn’t do anything~”

Rurin tried to retaliate, but I was the master of dodging under the table.

“Ughhh!”

When I dodged all her attempts, she growled, and I just shrugged.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Let’s eat.”

After that, I pretended to behave—then reached out with my foot again and tickled her thigh across the table.

“Hehe! Th-that tickles! Stop that! A-and…!”

Rurin stared at me with a strange look in her eyes and called out softly:

“…My love.”

“Yeah?”