"Han-ah, I have something for you," Seung-joon said softly, lowering himself onto one knee before Min-jun.
Min-jun blinked, confused. "What are you doing?"
Seung-joon took Min-jun's hand in his own, his touch warm and steady. From his pocket, he retrieved something small. As the golden rays of the setting sun kissed the surface, it gleamed brilliantly. Min-jun felt his breath catch in his throat.
Seung-joon's gaze held Min-jun's with quiet intensity as he spoke. "I won't promise perfection, because I am flawed. I won't promise an easy path, because life is uncertain. But I can promise this—I will be only yours, in heart, in soul, in every breath I take. Will you take me as your husband?"
Min-jun's legs wavered, his heart pounding so wildly he thought it might burst. His body moved on instinct, bringing him down to his knees before Seung-joon, their eyes locked in a moment suspended in time.