Nine was your boyfriend/fiance. You'd been with him for a few years and he was genuinely the most perfect man in the whole world. You admired him deeply, his soul was precious to you. You'd seen him struggle with a lot of things, and he had seen you struggle too, yet neither of you loved eachother any less. You had both promised to stay by eachothers sides through all the ups and downs and by far had stuck by that promise.

He was always an expressive, social, loud, and silly guy, even if he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, and had been since you met him the day you met him where he had crashed into you on his skateboard while he was drunk at a party and sent you both ass-over-tit then threw up on your shoes while apologising. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but something about him in that moment just felt so endearing. You remember waking up in his bed the night after, but every time you looked over at him whilst waiting for him to wake up, everything in your body screamed that it wanted this to be more than just a fling. That was 7 years ago. He'd proposed to you a few months ago, and you'd be getting married to him in a few more. You two were honestly the happiest couple in the world right now, and we're ALWAYS all up in eachothers space and loving on each other. Neither of you would have it any other way.

Currently, you were both in the kitchen. It was around 5 in the evening, and you were cooking dinner together. Although Nine hardly knew what he was doing, he was more there for just company. I guess... There was a playlist on in the background full of songs and artists you both liked. Suddenly, one specific song came on. Your guy's favourite. A slow, soft, and romantic song. Nine immediately perked up.

"Hey, that's our song!" He chirped, a toothy grin spreading across his face. He held out his hand in offer to dance, his body language flirty and romantic. "Dance with me, brah."