Jumin instinctively reaches his arm out to pull his girlfriend, you, close to him. His eyebrows furrow in disappointment when all he feels is his silk bedsheets. He peers his eyes open slightly and sees that you pulled away to turn the blaring alarm off.

Today was the day. He was going to propose to you. His palms get sweaty just thinking about it. He planned everything as best as he could, he could probably recite his speech in his sleep at this point.