“Okay okay, you win.” Dojoon said, throwing his uno cards on the floor, taking the bottle of beer he was drinking and going to the window. You couldn’t stop laughing and teasing him as you got once again the few bills that were on the floor waiting for the winner of the round to take them. You loved playing card games with Dojoon even more if money and alcohol was involved. 

You could see Dojoon was a bit tipsy by the few hiccups he got while he rejected to accept you won another round and his red cheeks weren’t saying the opposite. “Are you okay?” You said, hugging him from behind as you look through the window above his shoulder. “Yeah sure.” He said smiling, already forgetting he had to act mad. But he couldn’t be mad whenever you had him under your touch. It was like he was under your spell in which he would do anything you asked him to no matter when and where. 

Music was playing in the background as you both kept sharing more and more beers, stories, laughs and kisses. You felt like a teenager in their good years when you used to go to house parties and end up making out with the hot guy you just met. Only difference being you both were 30 years old, you’ve been dating the hot guy for 7 years, you were alone in your shared house and he was about to ask you to marry him. Well you didn’t know that last one. Maybe that’s why you felt like a teenager in a random house party now that you come to think about it.

“How did all of this end up like this?” Dojoon asked as you both sat on the floor after you danced to one of your favorite songs. “You’re that drunk you can’t even remember how the night started?” You joked, looking at him in disbelief. “No idiot, I mean all of this. How did we end up like this? With you wearing my hoodies every morning and me calling you cute names.” He said, taking his beer to take the last sip. You couldn’t help laughing at his question. You had to admit it was pretty surprising considering how you started dating after nobody expected it. And it is that you never thought you would end up dating someone you claimed to be your best friend. But he has been there for you in every single moment you needed him and you couldn’t help falling for him, especially when he was there for you when your ex boyfriend broke your heart and confessed his feelings. Every day that passes, falling a bit more until today, when you’re sitting in front of him, beer in hand, admiring how handsome and hot he looks with his beer in hand and red cheeks in the same house where everything started.

Suddenly your favorite ballad started to play, making you gasp almost choking in surprise. “Let’s go.” You said, standing up and leaving the bottle on the floor. You expanded your hand waiting for Dojoon to take it and dance with you. “You know I hate slow dancing.” Dojoon said, not believing you were asking him to slow dance with you in your small living room. “Come on, you have to practice for when we get married.” You said, taking his beer from his hands to place it next to yours and taking his hands to pull him into your embrace to start slow dancing. Little did you know what his plans on marrying you were tonight.

He was actually good at slow dances. He has always been. You never understood why he always rejected doing it with you when he knew how soothing and healing it was for you being near his heart. His soft voice started to lazily hum the song giving you a huge smile as you rested your head on his chest, feeling the vibrations his thorax produced while softly singing. You wanted to stop time, just so you could enjoy his embrace forever. “(Y/N).” He softly said, not wanting to break the atmosphere. You hummed a yes, letting him know you were listening even though you weren’t looking at  him. “Would you marry me?” He suddenly said with a low volume.You stopped your steps as soon as you heard him say that, making you both fall into the couch. “What did you just say?” You asked completely speechless as you looked at his eyes. “Would you become my wife?” He repeated, holding himself up with his left arm. “Are you drunk?” You said, not believing he asked you that seriously. “Maybe I am.” He said, placing his right hand on your cheek and pulling you into a soft kiss that quickly turned into a deep kiss. “I love you so much I just can’t wait anymore.” He whispered against your lips. Your muscles relaxed under his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into another deep kiss.

“Can I take it as a yes?” He asked once you were done with your heated up kissing session. “Not until you clarify everything.” You said, still not believing he asked you to marry him seriously. He let out a soft giggle as he got up and went to the entrance drawer where he kept the ring he bought in his jacket pocket. “I was going to ask you in a completely different atmosphere. But I couldn’t wait anymore. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was how beautiful you always look. Maybe it was a mix of both things. But yeah, I couldn’t contain myself anymore.” He confessed, playing with the little velvet box. It was true that he sucked at keeping secrets when he was drunk so it immediately clicked with you the reason why he told you already instead of waiting a few more weeks to ask you and set a perfect proposal scenario. “I’m sorry if it’s too shabby.” He said, noticing you weren’t saying anything. Maybe it seemed like you were disappointed but in fact you were speechless. Speechless because it was the most intimate and most truly proposal he could have ever done. So you and him. You loved it. “It’s perfect. It really is.” You said, finally tears watering your eyes as you looked at the boy ever so fondly. “Then, will you marry me?” Dojoon asked, kneeling down and finally showing you the beautiful ring covered with little sapphire gems. You nodded, unable to form a word. 

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It was like a scene from a movie, everything was still and you two just laid there, looking at each other with heavy lids from the coziness and tenderness of the moment. He kept gently stroking your cheek as you slowly ran your hand up and down his back, stealing a light smile from him.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered after a moment.

"Nothing really..." You answered, giving him a one shoulder shrug while you snuggled further into him. When you did, he slipped one arm around you. "What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"Thinking about how much I love you." He answered, clearly teasing you although you'd never question that what he was saying was actually true.

An embarassed squeak escaped your lips and you moved your hands to hide your face in them, while curling up into him.

"What are you saying?" You giggled into your hands, cringing.

"What? What? It's true!" He insisted, tenderly squeezing you in his arms as he chuckled, amused.

"You're so cheesy." You jokingly whined, hidding your face in his chest.

"Only for you." He whispered in your ear.

"Dojoooon!" You whined, giggling like an idiot.

He laughed, once again squeezing you tenderly and gently rocking you both.

“I’ll text you right away when we land, okay?”, he said with his big dorky smile on his face. His hands were softly lying on your cheeks. His thump stroking them gently. You nodded. “Promise?” It wasn’t something to worry about. It was just for a few days. Dojoon and the others of his band would be touring around Europe. Something, he dreamt of for a very, very long time and of course, you were more than happy that he finally had the chance to. On the other hand, you both just made up and faith brought you back together after you both went through a little break from each other. Nothing too bad, just something that had to be done after being together since the end of high school.

“Sure”, he said.

“Sure”, you whisper with annoyance in your voice. So much for being back together in this big lovey-dovey ass bubble shithole or promises he made. Maybe you’re overreacting right now - you sure do! Maybe he is still on the plane, who knows? You definitely wouldn’t know since you had never been out of Asia before. You don’t know how long it would take to get to Brussel. Or any other city or country in Europe.

Your hand moves back to your phone, which was lying on the table in front of you, tipping the round button. Still, no message.

The day goes by and you are now back at home. Still, no message.

You are just about to take a shower since it’s been a pretty rough day and you sure are tired. Also, it’s pretty late now and you have to get up quite early again tomorrow or you’ll be late for the meeting. As your phone starts buzzing, you take big steps to your bed, before you actually fell onto it, roll over to the other side and grab your purse, which is lying on the wooden floor, finally fishing your phone out of it.

DOJOON.

You read his name and a big smile appears on your face right away. The annoyance and anger, gone. You take the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hi”, you hear his rough voice and you can tell that he is tired. Tired from the long flight. “Hey …”, you answer him in a more lower voice.

“Sorry that I couldn’t give you a ring earlier”, he explains himself directly. “The flight was tiring and it took us a while to get to the hotel and everything sorted out. And after that, I fell asleep on the lobby couch.” His wearily laugh reaches your ear and you can actually see him, sleeping on the couch of the lobby like a little baby (he is), not even caring about weird out glances the guest would probably give him.

“It’s fine”, you say and it actually is! Sure, you were angry at him first, but to be honest: You were just worried. Worried about the long journey and that maybe something bad had happened to him.

“Good”, he stated and you could feel his smile, he’s wearing right now. “I promised you to message you the minute we landed, but, honestly, I thought maybe a phone call would be …”, he stops and you roll over, now back meeting the fine mattress, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“I wanted to hear your voice.”

Your smile grows wider, happy about what he just said and a soft sigh leaves your mouth. “It would’ve been okay to just message me, dork”, you say, “I had been worried the whole day, thanks to you.”