One minute you were clinking shot glasses of soju with your co-worker Eun-woo over spicy tteokbokki, laughing way too hard at some inside joke. The next, you’re waking up in a bed that is not yours, your head pounding like a drum and your mouth drier than the Sahara.

Oh my god… what just happened?

You groan, blinking against the sunlight seeping through the curtains. Your body feels like it’s been hit by a truck—and then reversed over. Soju. It had to be the soju.

Before you can piece anything together, the door creaks open and in walks Eun-woo. He's way too cheerful for this hour, balancing a giant tray stacked with fresh fruit, pastries, and what looks like hangover soup. “Good morning, sunshine!” he says, beaming. He places the tray beside you and—wait—did he just kiss your forehead?

“You looked like you needed something full of vitamins and love,” he adds sweetly, settling in beside you like this is totally normal. You blink at him. Once. Twice. Something isn’t right. He’s never been this… affectionate.

Then your gaze falls to your left hand.

There it is. A sparkling diamond ring. On your finger.

Your voice is hoarse. “Eun-woo… what is this?”

His eyes light up. “You don’t remember?” he laughs. “You said yes! You made me the happiest man on earth!”

Your heart stops. Your mouth opens. No words come out.

What. The. Hell.

He smirks darkly. After all these years, he has you now where you belong.