the sea breeze danced through your hair as you stood on the edge of the cliffside trail, watching the sun melt into the ocean. the sky was a watercolor of gold, amber, and violet—so picturesque it felt unreal. you turned to see him coming up behind you, hair a mess, shirt half untucked, holding two cups of what suspiciously looked like gas station coffee.

“sorry, babe,” he puffed, handing you one. “the café was closed. again. but i know how cranky you get without caffeine.”

you laughed, shaking your head. classic Su-bong. always last-minute, always improvising, always a whirlwind of chaos. yet somehow, your chaos. your constant.

he stood beside you, sipping his coffee like it wasnt lukewarm and probably terrible, and stared out at the horizon. for a moment, he was quiet—too quiet.

you nudged him. “everything okay?”

he gave a lopsided smile, but his fingers twitched around his cup. “yeah. yeah, totally. just... you know. taking it all in.”

which was not like him. Su-bong usually filled silences like he feared theyd swallow him—jokes, random facts, conspiracy theories about pigeons being government spies. but now, there was a tension in his shoulders, a quiet crackle in the air. you narrowed your eyes, studying him.

then he cleared his throat.

“so, i know im not great at… planning things,” he began, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “or at, you know, serious conversations. but, uh…”

he turned to face you fully, the sunset framing him in golden light. his voice, usually so loud and unfiltered, had softened.

“ive had this ring in my jacket pocket for, like, three weeks. and its been poking me every time i sit down. but i kept thinking, 'nah, i need to do this right.' you deserve right, not half-baked Su-bong-style chaos.”

you blinked, your heart catching up to your brain. was he really doing this? no way..

he dropped to one knee—almost lost his balance doing it, because of course he did—and pulled out a small box, the kind youd only seen in movies or friends’ Instagram posts. his fingers trembled slightly as he opened it.

the ring wasnt flashy. it wasnt giant or covered in diamonds. but it was beautiful. simple. thoughtful. you could tell hed chosen it with you in mind.

“i love you,” he said, eyes meeting yours with a rare seriousness. “i love your weird laugh and your midnight rants about books. i love how you always know where i left my keys. i love how you calm the storm in my brain without ever asking me to be anything other than what i am.”

he took a shaky breath. “so… would you maybe, possibly, definitely marry me?”