꧁ Athena༺

A week had past and you finally got out of the hospital, and Ohyul came back to Korea. You were childhood friends with Woojin so he was like a brother. A message from Ohyul comes through as you're settling back home, the screen lighting up with his familiar contact.

You both texted back and forth and called and stayed up until 3 am, you eventually ended the call and fell asleep, and you had that same dream, but he was in your closet hiding from your parents, he pulled you close, making out with you, his tongue slipping in your mouth, sucking your tongue, each time your mother coming closer to your hiding stop with him. He holds you tighter, not letting you go. His eyes sparkle mischievously in the dark closet, enjoying your attempt to resist while your mother calls louder.

You jolted awake from your mother actually yelling your name downstairs to wake up, probably for breakfast.

You freshen up quickly, excited to see your friend, ohyul. You check your phone and see a message from Ohyul asking if you want to meet at the café.

You got on the subway train heading to the center of Seoul. After about 15 minutes, the train arrives at the stop. You step out onto the platform and head towards the café, texting Ohyul that you're on your way.

But then you felt someone hugged you from behind being careful with your casted arm and your arm sling. You freeze for a moment, recognizing the careful hug. It's Ohyul, having arrived early to surprise you.

"Gotcha."

He chuckles softly in your ear, still holding you gently. "Couldn't wait to see you. How's the arm?"

“My arm is fine, but you startled me” you said smiling back. He turns you around to face him, his hands now on your shoulders. "Sorry, couldn't resist. You looked so focused on your phone."

You spend the day shopping, enjoying your time together, and taking pictures. Ohyul helps you carry bags, being extra attentive to your injured arm. He buys you small snacks at each store.

He wanted to go along with you back home to make sure you came back to your parents house safely. You both were in the subway train, he had you in the corner, one hand gripping the pole and the other beside my head. The subway is crowded, and he stands protectively beside you. His tall frame creates a small barrier between you and the other passengers. His protective stance is subtle but noticeable to anyone observing. Each bump makes him shift closer, his body now firmly against your side. He glances down at you, his jaw slightly tense from the close quarters.

You looked down so he couldn’t see you blushing slightly, which he didn’t noticed. He looks straight ahead, focused on the destination. The movement of the train causes him to brush against you with each curve. You look up at him , your movement catches his eye, and he glances down quickly, noticing your gaze. His ears indeed turn a deeper shade of red, contrasting with his dark hair.

You both got off at your station and he walked you home, he walks silently beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. The streetlights cast long shadows as you approach your house.

At your doorstep, he stops and turns to you.

"Text me when you're inside safely."

“Yeah, and thank you for today. I really needed to get out of the house.” You said reaching out for the bags, he hands you the bags, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Anytime. Get some rest with that arm."

“Goodnight Ohyul”

He smiles softly, a rare genuine smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” oh you were definitely getting those sweet dreams about him.

Ohyul went to more vision dorms and flopped on his bed his shirt ridding up slightly, exposing his abs while he covers his face with his hands blushing hard. He groans into his palms, thinking about how close he was to you on the train. His heart is racing, and he can still smell your perfume from earlier. He took out his phone and texted his group chat, lngshot.

Part Three Coming Soon!

You’re mixed with both Russian and Korean, which made you very unique, you have very exotic features. You were born in Russia and completed all your schooling there before coming to Korea to chase your dream: becoming an idol. You auditioned at More Vision and got in: you’re the leader and main rapper. But you didn’t debut because of your physical health which was that you broke your arm and had to go through many therapy. You were good friends with Ohyul when you both were trainees and you still after he debuted and you didn’t, but you were happy for him.

He was currently on tour with his members, Lngshot, while you were out of surgery for your arm.

Ohyul continues his busy idol schedule, but frequently checks his phone for messages from you. He sends you little updates about LNGSHOT's activities, and you also send him updates about your arm.

Today, you were in the hospital bed with your laptop scrolling through your laptop for a job, a job that requires a good amount of money.

You came across a website called backstage, it was for casting actors and actresses, I mean you can get in because you had experience as a little kid where you were a background character in a movie and because of your exotic unique features. The actor website displayed various roles available for auditions. Some required specific skills or experience, while others seemed tailored for your vocal talents.

You carefully filled out the application form, highlighting your singing abilities and previous stage experience. The role description mentioned a musical-based casting, which could utilize your talents perfectly.

After submitting your application, you waited anxiously for a response. The audition date was set in two months, giving you time to prepare mentally and physically for the challenge ahead.

The hospital room felt both isolating and necessary as you recovered. Your arm was in a cast, limiting your mobility and practice. The doctors advised against strenuous activity for at least a month.

You fell asleep, in your dream, you feel a comforting warmth in the dim room. It's peaceful and quiet, unlike the hospital environment. Ohyul appears in the dream as a familiar figure, sitting in a corner with a gentle smile.

He looks relaxed and at ease. He came up to you can hovered over you, kissing your forehead and then your nose and finally your lips that turned into a makeout session with him on top of you. One hand wrapped around your waist and the other supporting his weight, you felt safe in his arms, his tongue tangled with yours.

His Adam's apple moves as he swallows, his kiss growing more intense. He whispers between kisses, "Stay with me here." Then you woke up after he said that, jolting awake in your hospital bed, the dream fading but his words lingering. Your heart is racing, and you touch your lips instinctively. A nurse checks on you, noticing your flushed cheeks. "Everything alright, Miss? You seem disturbed."

“I’m fine” The nurse nods at your response but gives you a knowing look. "You were smiling in your sleep. Must have been quite the dream." She checks your vitals and adjusts your IV.

(I’m sorry if it’s too short it’s cuz tumblr doesn’t allow no more than 10 pictures, so it’s hard for me to keep track of the story)

Ohyul is your childhood friend who is in love with you but then there’s also Ryul, your brother’s best friend who is also in love with you.

Ohyul came over to hang out, you’re both currently sitting criss cross on the floor infront of each other, while eating snacks. “Truth or Dare? Ohyul” you asked him while you propped a gummy in your mouth. Ohyul grins, popping another chip into his mouth. “Truth! Hit me with it." He wipes his hands on his pants, looking curious about your question.

“Is it true that you have a crush on someone” you simply said grabbing another gummy. His cheeks flush slightly, but he tries to play it cool. He glances at you sideways. "Uh... maybe. Why do you ask?"

He fidgets with the snack bag, clearly a bit nervous about the direction of this conversation. “I’m just asking. who is it?” you leaned foward curious wanting to know who it was. He hesitates, looking down at the floor. His voice gets quieter. "I... I can't tell you that. It's complicated." He avoids eye contact, a telltale sign he's hiding something, you pout from his response.

“Okay…now you ask me” you pointed at him and then yourself, his smirk widens mischievously. He pats his lap. "I dare you to sit right here. For the next five minutes."

You tried to argue but he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. He chuckles as he successfully pulls you down, his arms securely around your waist to keep you in place. "No arguing. Dare's a dare, remember?" He's clearly enjoying this, a playful glint in his eyes. You knew if your brothers best friend, Ryul, found out or see you in this position he’ll get jealous or even beat the shit out of Ohyul. Ohyul glances at the door, then back at you with a knowing smile.

His breath mingles with yours, his eyes locked on your lips. He's inches away, testing boundaries. "You know... your brother would freak if he knew I was this close to you." His thumb brushes your cheek, a mix of mischief and something deeper in his expression. “Especially his friend, Ryul, you know he likes you but I won’t let him have you” Despite the threat, he doesn't move back, his eyes flickering with challenge.

Ohyul lips touched your softly and turned into a make out session, he kisses you deeply, one hand cradling your head while the other supports his weight. His initial gentle kiss quickly becomes more passionate. Your fingers stroke the back of his hair pulling him closer, He groans softly at your touch, responding by kissing you harder. His body presses against yours more firmly, his hand sliding from your hair to your neck, his tongue entered your mouth tangling with your tongue saliva dripping down your chin. You couldn’t lie but you had a crush on both Ohyul and Ryul, just look at them, Ohyul has a cute face and Ryul a more handsome face, but uh this was so suffocating for you.

It was getting late, and Ohyul gived you a quick kiss before he left, you were standing near the front door, He whispers against your lips before leaving. "Goodnight, pretty girl. See you tomorrow." He opens the door quietly, glancing back at you one last time with a secretive smile. You went upstairs and past by your brothers room and you made eye contact with Ryul. Ryul was just stepping out of your brother's room, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw you.

He noticed your flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance. He raised an eyebrow, a questioning look on his face. He didn't say anything, but his jaw tensed. Definitely jealous. His fingers clenched at his sides, and he studied your face intently, searching for any sign of what happened.

He leaned against the wall, blocking your path slightly, but moved so you can pass but his pinky finger hooked on your pinky finger.

His pinky hooked yours firmly, a subtle but possessive gesture. He kept his expression neutral, though his eyes followed your every move with intensity. As you tried to continue, he maintained the connection, not letting go completely. He finally released your pinky after a moment, but his gaze remained heavy. His voice came out low and slightly rough. "Sleep well." There was an underlying meaning in those simple words, that made you shiver.

He watched you walk away, his eyes darkening. Once you were out of sight, he muttered under his breath. "Ohyul better not have touched her too much..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, heading back to your brothers room.

You fell asleep on your bed, the house settled into nighttime stillness. In your brother's room, Ryul couldn't sleep, thinking about you and Ohyul. You and Ryul would sometimes make out, this had been happening for months - a secret arrangement between you and Ryul. He knew exactly when to wait for your brother to leave, and he was careful not to leave any evidence.

In the middle of the night you felt two arms around your waist, Ryul had snuck into your room while you were sleeping. He held you close, his face buried in your neck, you woke up and rolled on your other side, now facing him completely. He smiled faintly in the darkness, looking down at you. His thumb stroked your side. "Couldn't sleep without you." His voice was barely a whisper, meant only for your ears.

Before you knew it you both were making out His hands roamed under your shirt feeling your soft skin, as he kissed you deeply, more passionate than usual due to his jealousy earlier. He pulled you closer against his chest. He groaned against your mouth, his tongue meeting yours. One hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you hungrily.

Was Ryul a good kissed than Ohyul?

It was a close call, but Ryul had more experience and a certain dominant edge that Ohyul lacked. His kiss was confident and skilled, claiming your lips as his own. But you couldn’t decide who to pick.

You then fell asleep, he held you protectively even in sleep, his arms still wrapped around you. Before drifting off, he pressed one last soft kiss to your forehead. You woke up in the morning, Ryul was gone his side of the bed was empty and cool. Your phone buzzed with a message from Ryul,

"Had to leave before your brother checks. See you later.”

Your phone buzzed again with a message but this time from Ohyul, coming through just as you seen Ryuls text message. "Morning beautiful. Wanna hang out later?”

Your fingers hovered over the screen, caught between the two messages. One was from your childhood friend, the other from your brother's best friend.

This choice could affect everything.

It was new year’s even, you went to visit your parents with Mingi, your husband. It was very snowy, and cold, but inside your childhood home was so cozy and warm.

Mingi held your hand as you entered your parents' house. He was dressed in a warm coat, looking slightly nervous but excited to meet your family properly as your husband.

Your mother greeted you both at the door, her eyes lighting up at seeing you together.

"Welcome home, sweetie! And Mingi, it's so nice to finally have you here with us." She hugged you both warmly, you smiled at her, “I missed you guys both.”

Your father appeared behind your mother, smiling broadly. "We missed you too, honey. And Mingi, come in, come in! The food is almost ready." The scent of your mother's cooking filled the house, making it even more welcoming. The clock ticked closer to midnight. The family gathered around the dining table, decorated with festive decorations. Your mother brought out a special dish she knew you loved. Mingi sat close to you, occasionally squeezing your hand under the table. Your father was telling stories about your childhood, making Mingi smile of affection.

It was currently night already almost going to hit 12:00 am in a few minutes, you all went outside to see the fireworks as it hit The New Years. The cold air was crisp as you stepped out onto the porch. Your breath visible in the darkness. The first firework exploded in the sky, painting it with colorful sparks. Mingi wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close as you watched the show. He kissed you softly as the fireworks continued, his tongue slightly wanting to enter your mouth but he realizes you guys are right infront of your parents, his lips warm against yours in the chilly night. His eyes reflected the colors above as he pulled away.

It was getting late, you lead Mingi upstairs to your used to be room, inside it was plain modern, but cozy. You both brushed your guys teeth, and skin care, you laid on the big bed. Mingi changed into comfortable clothes and joined you, spooning behind you. His body heat warmed your back as he held you close, he dozed off really quick because of your soft scent, and warmth and also the dim cozy lamp, you then fell asleep as the snow falls softly outside.

The night was peaceful, the house quiet except for the occasional creak. Mingi slept soundly, his breathing steady against your neck. You woke up around 2am because you felt something poking you from behind, was mingi awake? He was indeed awake, his hand roaming gently over your stomach. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered. "Can't sleep." His voice was low and husky. "You're too tempting in this bed."

“How” you responded with a tired whisper, He chuckled quietly, his fingers dipping under your shirt. "You heard me." He nipped your earlobe. "I'm trying to be respectful in your parents' house, but you're making it very difficult," you responded back with a confused expression, “how I’m making it difficult? I’m just sleeping.”

He groaned softly, his hand moving higher.

"The way you're pressed against me. The way you smell." He inhaled deeply. "I can't help but want you again." You felt his large hand go in your pajama pant and in your panties his fingers touching your wet core. “젠장, 너 완전 흠뻑 젖었네” (Fuck, you’re soaking wet) he said in a horsey whisper.

You both made out while his fingers pump inside of you, he swallowed your moans with the kiss, keeping the pace slow and controlled. His own breathing became heavier as he felt you getting wetter. You guys had to be quiet since your parents were asleep across the hall but the fireworks provided a perfect cover for any sounds you might make. Mingi's eyes gleamed with mischief in the dim light. He pulled away from your flushed lips, “that’s it baby…you’re doing a good job keeping quiet huh…mmmmmh” he whispered in your ear with a teasing tone, as his thumb found your clit circling it.

You can feel Mingi’s bulge against your ass since you both were laying on your sides while he was spooning you, he grinded against you subtly, his bulge throbbing. His fingers were still working you skillfully. "Feel that? It will soon be inside of you, right here" His other hand trailed up on your stomach, above your belly button showing you how deep he will be inside of you. He stopped pumping his fingers in your flushed core, and took out his fingers and licked them, tasting your juices.

The next thing you know is that he is already sliding your pajama pants and panties down and lifting up one of your legs gripping your thigh higher. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your folds.

"Bite the pillow if you need to." He warned softly, before slowly pushing in, his eyes slightly rolled back at the feeling of being slightly inside of you. He bit his own lip to hold back a groan, the tight warmth almost overwhelming. He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation then beginning to sink inside of you fully, you felt so full, know wonder his fans always say he has two microphones.

He starts to move with shallow thrusts, he maintained his careful pace, each thrust hitting deep but not too hard, you wanted to moan it felt so good. His hand covered your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip. "Shhh…be quiet for me, unless you want them to hear how good I’m taking care of their daughter…..You're taking me so well." He praised in a strained whisper. "Even after all these years, you still fit me perfectly."

He could tell you were enjoying it, your body responding beautifully. He adjusted slightly, changing the angle to hit that sweet spot. You were close to your release, you arched your back against his back, and bit his hand to contain your moan as you squirted and released your juices on his length.

He felt your body arch and your teeth on his hand, and he quickly muffled his own moan. Your squirt triggered his own release making him thrust deeply one last time as he filled you up. "Fuck…you just..." He panted quietly, trying to catch his breath. “I love you so much” He kissed you softly, and massaged your thighs because he knew your legs were going to be soar. He showered you with kisses, his after care was always the best, you both finally fell asleep against each others naked bodies.

You were a famous model because of how young you were and your striking beautiful features. Many company brands like luxurious brands would book you in to model for their company. Then there was Martin a famous Kpop singer, who was one year older than you. Despite his fame , Martin secretly admired the way you styled, how confident you were it was like him seeing a girl version of himself, though he never met you in person.

He got invited to a fashion show in Paris, he met with many famous people. He sat down at his arranged seating, talking to other famous people next to him, and glanced at the empty seat next to him, but he didn’t think much of it.

Meanwhile you arrived late at the fashion show because you were getting ready. The organizers guided you quickly to the seat beside Martin. They whispered something to him, and he looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized you. He stood up out of respect, maintaining his gentlemanly composure.

He nodded at you with a warm smile, though internally his heart raced. He had never expected to be seated next to the famous model he admired. He offered a quiet "Hi" while the fashion show began. You said “hello” back and waved at the other guest beside you, they waved back, but Martin couldn't help but notice how effortlessly you commanded attention. He watched as you greeted them, impressed by your natural grace. He kept his voice low.

"Nice to meet you."

“Nice to meet you too, your Martin right?” You said with a gentle smile, He chuckled softly, pleased that you knew his name.

"Yes, that's me. And you must be the talented model everyone's talking about."

You nodded, and looked at the models walking by, he followed your gaze, appreciating the artistry of the outfits. The fashion show was indeed impressive, but his attention kept drifting back to you. He was curious on why you weren’t modeling in the event. He leaned slightly closer, speaking in a hushed tone. "I have to ask, why aren't you modeling today? You'd certainly stand out.”

“I really wasn’t able to because of personal reasons, but it’s okay there’s always next time” You said but he didn’t know that the personal reason was because of your heart problems, and lung issues that you wouldn’t share with anyone or your fans expect your family and friends. ”I see” His expression softened with understanding. He respected your privacy and didn't press further about the personal reasons. After a few small talk you guys exchanged numbers to stay in touch as friends.

In a few months it turned into a talking stage and then dating, the internet knew about your relationship with Martin. Now you guys have been dating for like 3 years he learned about your heart problems and lung issues, he has been by your side in every single appointment. His love and care were unwavering, proving that he was truly a real man who stood by his partner through everything.

After your appointment in the afternoon, you both went to the beach, getting in until the water reached your guy’s waist, your hand intertwined with his big hand. He held your hand tightly, the salty water splashing around you both. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow on the waves. He looked at you with pure adoration. "You're so strong, you know that?"

“It’s because you believe in me” You hugged him, and he hugged you back, his chin rested on the top of your head. He pulled you closer, the waves creating small ripples around you. His eyes sparkled with sincerity.

"And I always will. You inspire me every day."

You both stayed quiet, enjoying each other embrace as you both watched the sunset, you broke the silence. “Martin” you said as you looked up at him, he glanced down to look at you, he cupped your face with his free hand, water dripping from his fingers. "Yes, my love?"

“One day I might die-“ He cut you off as his expression turned serious, but he maintained his gentle touch. "Don't talk like that. We'll fight this together. Every single day. I won't let you go that easily."

“If I do…I want to die in your arms, while the sun is setting on the beach like this” you said as you moved closer to him glancing at the sunset. His throat tightened at your words, but he nodded firmly.

"Then I'll hold you until the very last moment. And the sunset will be beautiful - just like you." He kissed you deeply, pouring all his love and determination into that kiss. His arms wrapped protectively around you as the waves continued their rhythmic dance.

A few months past, today you came into your appointment with Martin, the doctor gave the worst news. The doctor's face was grave as he spoke. Martin's grip on your hand became tighter, bracing himself for the news he feared. The doctor looked between you both. "I'm sorry to say that your condition has worsened significantly. We've done everything we can, but your heart and lungs are failing rapidly." The doctor added “you have a couple of hours left to live” martins world shattered, after the appointment, he took you out to eat for the last time and did activities together.

He tried to act normal, but his eyes kept glancing at the clock. Every minute felt precious now. He wanted to make every moment count, even as the reality sank in. He held your hand as you ate, his heart aching with each bite, but you…you were brave.

You and Martin walked to the beach one last time. The sun was setting beautifully as you reached the beach. He helped you sit down in the sand, wrapping his arms around you from behind. The waves crashed softly, and he watched as the colors of the sky changed.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling. "So much."

“I love you too, Martin” you broke down, he held you tighter as you cried, his own tears falling into your hair. He rocked you gently, trying to comfort you even as he was comforting himself. "Shh... I'm here. I'll always be here, holding you."

Your body relaxed, and your heart stopped beating and you peacefully passed away. Martin felt your body go limp. He felt your heart stop. A sob escaped his throat as he cradled you against him, watching the sunset with you. He kissed your forehead one last time, whispering through his tears.

"You were right. It is beautiful... Just like you."

Sukuna is in bed... irritated. You two had a fight around dinner, a big fight. It ended with him now in bed, alone. He tosses from side to side, restless in the bed that feels even bigger without you. You decided to spend the night on the couch, apart from him. That made him even more frustrated. As much as he won't admit it, he wants you in bed with him.

However, he's not the type to ask or call you, but he can't stand the silent treatment anymore. So he got out of bed and is going to the living room to get you, but what irritated him more was that you were sleeping peacefully while he's suffering from guilt and annoyance. With heavy footsteps, he approaches the couch. His tall figure casts a shadow over you.

He lifts you up bridal style, not caring if you wake up. His grip is firm but not harsh, as if claiming what belongs to him. Without a word, he starts walking back to the bedroom, determined to have you close again. In bed, he buried his face into your neck, holding you in his arms, with a content smile. He can finally sleep tight like a bug in a rug.

His eyes finally close completely, the tension in his shoulders melting away. The grip loosens just enough to be comfortable, but he remains protectively wrapped around you. A rare moment of genuine peace washes over him as he drifts off, his usual smirk replaced with something softer in sleep.

In the morning, you woke up by a horsey and needy voice, kissing your neck and your cheek. “Let me make up for it please…please…please…baby please.” His voice is deep and gravelly from sleep. His lips brush against your skin repeatedly, almost desperate. He nuzzles closer, refusing to let you move away from him. "I hate when you're mad at me..."

You said nothing but minutes later you guys were making out, his hand went into your shorts and panties, he’s trying to make up for the argument. He spreads your folds gently, feeling how wet you've become. His thumb finds your clit, applying gentle pressure while his finger explores further.

He breaks the kiss to watch your face, studying your reactions intently. “You're soaked already... for me."

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you” you said trying to contain a moan. He chuckled at your response, and he slides his fingers out licking his fingers clean. He began to slide your shorts and panties down your legs to the floor, he settles his face in between your legs kissing your thighs. Then you felt his tongue hit your core, he growls against you, the vibration adding to the stimulation. His hands move to grip your ass, lifting you slightly for a better angle.

One of his fingers returns to tease your entrance while his mouth works magic. While you moan loudly, and stroke his hair, almost yanking it. He notices your trembling legs and grins against you. He increases his pace, his finger finally sliding inside while he continues his assault on your clit. He curls that finger upward, searching for that special spot inside you.

No no, when he did that your were done for, your eyes rolled back, your back arched up from the bed and squirted all over his face. He laps up everything you give him, thoroughly enjoying your release. His finger slows but doesn't stop, helping you come down gradually. He kisses your inner thigh.

"Now will you forgive me? Please baby”

“Good morning Bonita” his raspy morning voice said and he gave you a peck on the cheek. His two arms around you, spooning you from behind. “Good morning” you said back and faced him cupping his face and kissed him on his lips. “Happy Birthday Mingi!” You said as you hugged him, he hugged you back, and kissed your lips repeatedly.

During breakfast you told him you had gifts for him, and you took out a big black box with a gray ribbon. He eyed the box suspiciously, then grinned widely.

"You didn't have to get me anything, but I'm glad you did. Let me open it." He took the box, carefully unwrapping it. He lifted the lid, his expression turning amused as he saw the contents.

He started pulling things out, his smile growing wider with each item. He chuckled, setting aside a few items. "You're being mysterious. I like it. But you know I'm impatient." He held up a small black box last, looking at you expectantly.

He opened the first gift and it was a Rolex, that he wanted. His eyes widened at the rolex, his jaw dropping slightly. "A Rolex? For me?" He examined it closely, clearly impressed. "This must have cost a fortune." He checked the time on it, then looked at you with a mix of surprise and affection.

"You shouldn't have spent so much, Bonita. But I love it. Thank you." He put it on his wrist, admiring how it looked. "It's perfect. Just like you." You commented back, “open the others, there’s more” Mingi raised his eyebrows again, intrigued. "More? You're going to spoil me too much. What else do you have?" He glanced back into the box, eager to see what else you had gotten him. He took out the second gift and it was perfumes, his eyes sparkled with genuine delight at the perfumes.

"Expensive perfumes? You really are trying to make me the luckiest man alive." He then took out the third gift, three Lego sets of cars, which he liked so much. He leaned back in his chair, completely smitten. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you."

Now the small black box that he mysteriously wanted to open last. He waits, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "Open it for me, please." His voice is low, almost a whisper, as he leans closer to the box. You just shaked your head wanting him to open it. He chuckles at your insistence, taking the box with slightly trembling hands. "Alright, alright. You're making me nervous again."

He carefully removes the lid, his eyes widening as he sees what's inside. He freezes completely, staring at the items in shock. The baby clothes, the test. His eyes slowly move to you, his mouth opening but no words coming out.

"Are you... are we...?" His voice cracks, emotions flooding his face - disbelief, hope, love, and fear all mixed together. He looks at the test again, then back at you, his hands shaking more now. "You're pregnant? We're having a baby?" His eyes are glossy, tears threatening to fall as he processes this life-changing news.

He kisses your neck softly, repeatedly. "How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" His fingers intertwine with yours over your stomach, as if trying to feel the baby already. “I wanted to wait until your birthday, and I also found out a few days ago.” You said while whipping your tears away, he chuckles through his tears, shaking his head in wonder. "You're too good to me.” He kisses your cheek, then your lips, still in disbelief that he's getting everything he wanted.

“This is the best gift ever.”

A perfect day with a beautiful sunset in the background. A path of white rose petals lay on the sand, candles arranged around the base of the heart and along the sides, casting a warm, flickering glow on the sand. A plush arch shaped like a heart was meticulously covered entirely in dense white roses. There, perfectly in the center of the heart, was a glowing, bright white neon sign written in an elegant cursive script that read, "Will You Marry Me?”

He was standing there with a big bouquet of roses. You walked along the path of roses, then you reached him. He grabbed your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. He looked deep into your beautiful eyes and began to say... "Y/N, just by looking at you and feeling your presence makes my heart flutter. Every time I look into your eyes, I see a future with you. I see us growing old together... us having children... and now that I'm here wanting to propose to you, I can't wait to see you in a beautiful wedding dress..." Mingi knelt on one knee, revealed a stunning diamond ring, and gazed at you. He noticed your joyful tears. "So, Y/N ... will you make me the luckiest man and become my wife?"

And of course you said yes (I mean who wouldn’t that’s Zaza right there)

"Yes, yes, I will marry you," you said with a big smile. He got up and put the diamond ring on your finger, then pulled you into a loving kiss, and pulled away, saying, "I love you so much, Bonita."

Mingi took you to a famous, wealthy restaurant in Monaco to celebrate your proposal. You posted pictures of your diamond ring and the proposal set on Instagram, which your fans, friends, and family congratulated you on. You and Mingi's pictures spread all over the internet from fans. While celebrating with Mingi at the restaurant, you began discussing your wedding plans, sharing ideas about decorationsand various details, and so on. Mingi listened attentively, nodding and gazing at you with affection.

A few months past and the day has come, your hairstylist and your makeup artist working on you and your bridesmaids...now your whole look is done…You finally put on your wedding dress 🤍

You wear an impossibly voluminous royal ball gown drowning in layers upon layers of ivory lace and shimmering silver embroidery. Long sheer sleeves drift gracefully to my wrists while a sweetheart neckline peeks through cascading lace appliqués blooming across the enormous skirt. The cathedral train spreads down and completes the look…you look breathtaking 🥹

You’re on your way to the church, your older brother driving, while he’s crying because his little sister is getting married. The car was decorated with white roses, leading to the church where mingi waited. He stood at the altar, looking handsome and composed on the outside, but his heart was racing.

The guests filled the pews, the music began to play, and his breath hitched. He straightened his tie, trying to maintain his cool demeanor. His hands were slightly shaking with anticipation. San who was one of his groomsmen, noticed how nervous he was and whispered to him

"She's here. Deep breaths.”

He nodded subtly, taking a deep breath as the doors opened. His eyes immediately locked onto the entrance, waiting for you to appear. The guests turned to look too.

The moment you stepped in, he felt his world stop. He had seen many beautiful things, but nothing compared to you in that dress. His jaw dropped slightly, completely captivated. He couldn't look away, his heart swelling with love and admiration. He clenched his fists at his sides, wanting to run to you right then and there, but held himself back, remembering the ceremony.

He watched you walk down the aisle, each step bringing you closer. His eyes followed your every movement, drinking in the sight of you in your wedding dress. The train trailed behind you, adding to your ethereal appearance.He could see your nervousness and gave you a reassuring smile, full of love and adoration. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears of joy.

As you reached the altar, he finally could reach out to take your hand. He took it gently, intertwining his fingers with yours. His thumb stroked your knuckles softly.

The priest began the ceremony, but Mingi barely heard him. He was lost in your eyes, only paying attention to you. Then it was time for your vows…Both of you promised to stay together forever.

The priest smiled warmly.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Mingi leaned close and cupped your face and kissed you with a loving kiss…