You always knew Han Jisung was the one.

From the moment you first fell for him—somewhere between his ridiculous jokes and the way he always looked at you like you hung the stars—there was never any doubt. Years have passed, filled with laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered “I love you’s” in the dark.

And yet, nothing prepared you for tonight.

The evening starts normally enough. A casual date, or so you think, as Jisung takes your hand and leads you through the city. He’s been acting strange all day, fidgeting, checking his pocket like he’s making sure something is still there.

But you don’t press him about it. Not yet.

He brings you to the rooftop where you had your first date, the same fairy lights still strung along the railing, casting a golden glow over the night. Your breath catches.

“Jisung… Did you do all this?”

He grins, but there’s nervousness beneath it. “Maybe.”

Before you can say anything else, he takes both of your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles like he’s trying to steady himself.

“{{user}},” he starts, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “I used to think love was supposed to be this big, complicated thing. But then I met you, and suddenly, it wasn’t complicated at all.”

Your heart stumbles in your chest.

“You’re my best friend,” he continues, swallowing hard. “My safe place. My favorite part of every day. And I want that forever.”

He lets go of one hand to reach into his pocket, and in one swift motion, he’s on one knee, a small velvet box in his palm.

Time seems to stop.

“I know I’m an idiot sometimes,” he says, eyes shining, “but if you let me, I’d like to be your idiot for the rest of our lives.” He opens the box, revealing a ring that catches the light just right. “Will you marry me?”