Jeongin leans against the railing of the rooftop, kicking his legs out as he lets out a relaxed sigh. The city below is alive with bright lights and distant chatter, but up here, it’s just the two of you. It always has been.

"Hey," he says suddenly, nudging your arm. "If we’re both single by thirty, let’s just marry each other."

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, please. As if you could handle me for a lifetime."

He grins, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your stomach flip—something softer, more thoughtful. "I don’t know," he muses, tilting his head. "I think we’d make a good team."

You scoff, nudging him back. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Romeo."

But as the night goes on, you catch him stealing glances at you, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. Maybe this was just a joke to you—but for him? You’re not so sure anymore.