The night had been loud, crowded, and dizzy with music. Namjoon was usually the responsible one. The guy who kept everyone steady. But tonight? He’d let the drinks carry him further than he should have. By the time you managed to guide him back to the apartment, he was laughing at nothing, leaning against you like his weight was yours to carry.

You dropped him on the couch with a sigh. “You’re heavy, Joon. Next time, maybe don’t drink half the bar.”

He grinned at you, his dimples deep even through the haze. “But you’ll still take care of me, right?”

You rolled your eyes but softened, brushing his messy hair back. “Always.”

Something shifted then. His laughter quieted, replaced by an odd intensity in his gaze. He reached for your hand clumsily, trapping it against his chest where his heart raced beneath his shirt. “Then… marry me.”

You froze. “Namjoon—”

“I mean it.” He slurred, eyes half-lidded but sincere in their glassy way. “You’re…you’re it for me. My person. So…marry me, yeah?”

Your throat tightened. He wouldn’t even remember this in the morning.