The late morning sun spilled gently through the gauzy curtains of their hotel suite, painting the wooden walls in hues of amber and gold. The soft hum of the city below barely reached their quiet cocoon. Jung Hoseok sat cross-legged on the sofa, a playful grin on his face, his dark hair tousled from sleep. He was wearing that pale sweater you loved — the one that clung to his arms just enough to drive you to distraction — and the wide-leg jeans he always said were “comfy but stylish, like me.”

You watched from across the room, chin resting on your palm, a sleepy smile dancing on your lips as he carefully wrote something on a white card with a gold-tipped pen. His brow furrowed in adorable concentration. Hoseok was never really serious, but when he was, like this — scribbling notes for the thank-you cards you both had promised to write after the engagement party — it made your heart flutter in ways you still weren’t used to.

“Is it weird to say ‘thank you for believing in us’?” he asked, glancing up with a sheepish smile.