#km9

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You and Kylian never rushed anything. That’s what everyone always said about the two of you. From the outside, it probably looked effortless: stolen glances across crowded rooms, laughter that came too easily, the way his hand always found yours without thinking. But what people didn’t see was how carefully it all unfolded. The long late-night calls when he was traveling. The quiet support you gave each other when life got overwhelming. The way he made space for you in a world that constantly demanded his attention, and how you never asked him to be anything other than himself.

You didn’t need grand gestures to know he loved you. It was in the way he checked if you’d eaten. The way he listened—really listened—when you talked. The way he looked at you like you were home. You were partners, best friends first, deeply in love without needing to announce it to the world.

Still, there was something different in the air tonight.

New Year’s Eve had a way of doing that.

Both of your families were gathered together at the house, filling every room with warmth, noise, and familiar chaos. His mother laughed with yours in the kitchen, music playing softly in the background. Someone—probably one of his siblings—was already arguing over which song should play at midnight. The house smelled like food, candles, and winter.

You were curled up on the couch beside Kylian, his arm comfortably draped around your shoulders. Every now and then he pressed a kiss to your temple, absent-minded and affectionate. He looked relaxed, happy—though you caught him glancing at the clock more than once.

“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head up toward him.

He smiled, that soft smile reserved just for you. “Yeah. Just… excited.”

The evening passed in laughter and games, old stories retold like legends. You felt safe here, surrounded by people who loved both of you. As the countdown to midnight crept closer, the energy shifted—people started gathering in the living room, phones out, champagne glasses ready.

Kylian squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“Come here,” he murmured, guiding you to stand with him near the center of the room.

You assumed it was for the kiss. It always was. A New Year’s kiss felt almost inevitable, like tradition. You smiled up at him, heart already fluttering.

“Ten!” someone shouted.

Everyone joined in, voices overlapping.

“Nine! Eight!”

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Kylian’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, grounding you.

“Three! Two!”

You leaned in slightly—

“One!”

Cheers exploded around you. Confetti popped, glasses clinked, people shouted “Happy New Year!”

But instead of leaning down to kiss you, Kylian stepped back.

Your smile faltered in confusion just as he dropped to one knee.

The room went silent in an instant.

Your breath caught painfully in your chest. “Kylian…?”

He looked up at you, eyes shining, completely steady despite the crowd watching. The noise faded away. It felt like it was just the two of you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice carrying anyway. “I’ve played in front of thousands of people. I’ve lived my life in the spotlight. But nothing has ever scared me more than loving someone this much—and nothing has ever felt more right.”

Your eyes burned with tears before you even realized you were crying.

“You’ve been my calm, my strength, my home,” he continued. “No matter where I am in the world, you’re who I think of. You make everything make sense. I don’t want to step into another year without knowing that you’ll be by my side for all of them.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. When he opened it, the ring caught the light—simple, elegant, perfect.

“So,” he said, voice thick with emotion now, “will you marry me?”

For a heartbeat, you couldn’t speak. Your hands flew to your mouth as tears spilled over, your entire body trembling. You heard gasps, soft cries, someone whispering “oh my God,” but none of it mattered.

“Yes,” you choked out, laughing through tears. “Yes. A thousand times yes.”

The room erupted.

Applause, cheering, crying—his family rushed forward, yours close behind—but Kylian stood up and pulled you into his arms first. He held you like he was afraid to let go, forehead resting against yours.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered.

You nodded, breathless. “Best one yet.”

This time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t just a New Year’s kiss.

It was the beginning of forever. 💍✨

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