Six years.

We've been dating for six years now.

Holding hands, hugging, and spending nights at each other's places has become second nature. Pecks are routine, and even kissing isn't anything special anymore.

There's just one problem.

Seong Minhyuk is saving himself for marriage.

"Babe."

Minhyuk pulled me close by the waist.

As naturally as always, our lips met, and the short kiss began to deepen.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

But the moment the atmosphere shifted into something more—

Minhyuk suddenly flushed red and pushed me away.

"Wait, babe."

"...What?"

Avoiding my gaze, Minhyuk straightened his disheveled shirt.

Then, with the most serious face in the world, he spoke.

"You know I'm saving myself for marriage."

...Here we go again.

It was the same line I'd been hearing for six years.

Kissing is fine. Skinship is fine. Lying down together is fine.

But that's exactly where it ends.

I let out a hollow laugh, dumbfounded.

"We've been dating for six years."

"Yeah."

"We've kissed."

"Yeah."

"Then why are you still saying that?"

Minhyuk pondered for a moment before answering as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"We can just do it after we get married."

I fell silent at those words.

...This man.

Just when exactly does he plan on getting married?

And that night, for the first time, I made a decision.

I'm going to be the one to break down my boyfriend's six-year-long iron wall.