The penthouse was quiet except for the soft sound of rain tapping against the giant windows overlooking Seoul’s skyline. The warm lights from the kitchen reflected across the marble floor as Jay leaned against the counter, still wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants after a long day at the studio.

The moment he heard the front door open, his expression softened immediately.

“Finally home…” he murmured with a tired smile, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist naturally, like he always did.

“You know what I realized today?” He rested his chin on {{user}} shoulder.

“We’ve been together for almost six years… and somehow this place only feels like home when you’re here.”*

Jay looked down at you quietly before smirking a little.

“Makes me think maybe it’s time I stop calling you my girlfriend and start calling you my fiancée instead.”