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@kang minaj “I’m always willing to make time when it comes to you.” Youngho can only chuckle softly at his now lover’s reaction, cupping her cheek in his hand. Solemnly, he leans forward for a kiss, his tiers meeting the plushness of Minah’s for a long kiss. Her answer is everything he had been waiting for. “From this day on, you are mine and I am yours.”

With the padding of his thumb does the male wipe at the obscure inkling of tears staining the corner of the female’s eyes. He then grasps the breadth of her petite hands in his, leading the way to his makeshift date setup. He lets her take a seat before he sits across from her, nothing but deep adoration imbuing his orbs. Youngho can’t help the way in which he stares at his beloved, simply astonished by the being by the name of Kang Minah.

“Let’s eat, shall we? We have a lot more moments to enjoy since we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.” That usual glimmering smile of his is etched across his visage once more, and the male reaches out once more to tenderly hold Minah’s face in his palm, tucking a loose strand of her tendrils behind her ear.

@seo youngho The silence of her surroundings accompanied by the cool breeze that wafted throughout the park which caused the leaves to rustle made her shiver in delight. The day was eventful, no doubt— her feet wandering off to different locations throughout the day, being sent to find the little notes a certain someone left for her. Eyes wandering around the place as she searched for a familiar person.

Minah’s feet shifted against the grass, gaze now up at the sky that shifted a cool tone of blue and lilac; her shoulders suddenly flinching at the sudden loss of vision, a wide smile forming on the girl’s lips at the familiar voice, hands reaching up to pull his hands down, “Unsure of who this is, maybe a kiss would help?” She joked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she was pulled into his larger frame. The younger felt at ease against his embrace, arms wrapping against him as she snuggled into his embrace, “It was eventful, no doubt. I had fun though! I was excited to see the little notes you left.” She looks up at Youngho, leaning into his touch as the color of the sky shadowed over his face, its colors mirroring from his warm hues. It would be a lie to say that Minah doesn’t adore him— his features always leaving her in awe at how perfect a human can be.

“You did, my love—” Her words were cut off as her eyes shut briefly at the quick kiss before looking around, a gasp escaping her lips as she laid eyes upon the scene. She turned to look up at him, eyes glassy from tears that threatened to fall. “When did you have time to set this all up?” A small whine escaping her lips as she brought a single digit to brush the tears that threatened to fall. Her hands reach up to cup her muse’s cheeks, thumb running against his skin gently as she nodded, bringing herself up to kiss his lips briefly, “Yes. I would love to be yours, Youngho.”

⎡ ᴏᴍɴɪᴀ ᴠɪɴᴄɪᴛ ᴀᴍᴏʀ ╱ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4/4 — ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ⎦

It’s silent. The hues of the sky have dimmed and darkened to a dark blend of purple and blue as daytime meets its end. The gentle billowing of passing zephyrs tousle the grass and send the sweet scent of flowers meandering about. But the scene of a lovely park and even more gorgeous woman at the scene is incomplete without one person. Her lover.

Youngho’s figure approaches Minah’s at the scene, his hands that wrap around her to cover her eyes. “Guess who?” he emits in a lulling voice that can only recede into a soft chuckle as he releases the woman, only to embrace her, pull her small frame into his. The warmth of her body against his completes him, and the starry-eyed male stays there for a long moment with his beloved in his grasp. “It looks like you finally made it. How was it?” He parts from Minah ever so slightly as to get a better view of her face, his tender touch falling to her cheek in his palm. Against the backdrop of an obsidian sky glittered with stars and infinite universes beyond the bounds, Minah is a star that glows ever so brightly—the star to his moon, the love of his life.

“And I did promise that the worth would be the wait, didn’t I? Well, take a look around for yourself, love.” Pressing a kiss to Minah’s forehead does Youngho grasp her by the shoulders, turning her to face a setup between two trees just beside a streetlamp, offering enough light to see what stands. There, between the foliage is a table, a lit candle at its center—a course for two sits upon the surface and from the trees hangs a banner adorned with flowers and text reciprocated in the bestower’s voice. “Will you be mine, Minah?”