The rooftop was quiet, except for the faint hum of the city below—cars drifting by, distant chatter, and the occasional bark of a dog. Above them, the stars shimmered faintly, but the glow of the city lights painted everything in soft gold and silver hues. Jungkook’s breath was steady but his heart raced beneath his chest. The night air was cool against his skin, carrying a gentle breeze that fluttered his hair and rustled the hem of his jacket.

Next to him, Niko sat silently, his gaze fixed on the endless horizon where the buildings melted into the dark sky. The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was full of memories—late-night talks, secret smiles, laughter echoing in quiet corners of the city. And the promise they had made so long ago, back when they were just kids dreaming about the future.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened around a small velvet box in his pocket. He could still remember that day, years ago, when they had made a vow. “When we’re 25,” Jungkook had said then, “we’ll marry each other. No matter what happens, no matter how far we go, this is our promise.”

Now, that day was here. His eyes flicked to Niko again, the steady calm in his expression giving him courage. Jungkook swallowed hard, fighting the nerves that bubbled up like a storm beneath his skin. He shifted forward, the gravel crunching softly beneath him, and reached into his jacket.

The box felt cool between his fingers as he opened it, revealing a simple silver ring that caught the light like a shard of the stars above. He looked at Niko, voice quiet but full of hope.

“I’ve waited for this moment for so long,” Jungkook said, heart pounding loud enough to almost drown out the city noise. “You and me—we promised each other. And I’m ready now. No more waiting.”

His gaze was steady, full of everything he couldn’t put into words. “Will you marry me, Niko? Will you make that promise real?”