The café buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of cups. Juhoon and you sat nestled in a corner, the aroma of coffee and pastries filling the air. The rain outside blurred the city lights, creating a cozy atmosphere. Juhoon, with his usual charming smile, was telling a story, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

You listened, captivated, your hand resting on the table, close to his. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. A silent question passed between you, a moment of shared anticipation. He intertwined his fingers with yours, a gentle squeeze conveying his unspoken feelings.

A smile played on your lips as you looked at him, your heart skipping a beat. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space. He leaned closer, his eyes searching yours, and you knew that in that moment, the ordinary café had transformed into a world of its own.

"I can't believe you're mine". he murmurs