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it's yours and sunghoon's third year anniversary, and in the night, you two are stumbling along the dark, dimly-lit, downtown city sidewalks post a very romantic dinner.
tipsy off of too-expensive italian wine and high off of the laughs that you've shared in the last couple of hours, a warm, familiar feeling settles between your ribs in your chest. you know it's love; you feel it when sunghoon smiles at you, canines and all, when you two bump shoulders after possibly drinking a tiny-bit too much, when he finally wraps his arm around your waist to steady your (or his?) teetering footsteps.
it's an all consuming feeling that takes over your entire being; you don’t even seem to notice the busy, night streets clearing as the ongoing light drizzle turns into a pouring rain.
both your shared giggles turn into full-on laughs under the rainfall, and before you know it, sunghoon, from his dark trench coat to his gleaming dress shoes, and you, with your slip dress and kitten heels, are thoroughly soaked. but honestly, you couldn't care less.
if anything, the sensation is electrifying: while the pouring rain is icy on your bare, exposed skin, the mischievous look sunghoon shoots you after sharing a laugh warms you up like direct sunlight.
he suddenly pulls you close to his body, where you feel all the lean muscle beneath his soaked jacket, and gazes at you right into your eyes. it makes you feel vulnerable down to your core, but the feeling is dismissed right away when he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you.
it takes you a little off center how abrupt the moment is, as it's the type of kiss that makes your toes curl and all the hair on your neck stand up. when you finally separate, you think you probably look like a cartoon character with stars floating around your head.
but if that was what you currently looked like, the look sunghoon was shooting you would probably be most similar to a cartoon character struck by cupid's arrow with hearts in his eyes.
"y/n," he starts slowly, his eyes bold and intense, "would this be a bad time to ask you to marry me?"
you shoot him a quizzical look. "hmmm, soaking wet and slightly drunk? not quite the way i pictured in my dreams, but if you're the one doing the asking, i guess i could consider it…"
suddenly, he laughs with his canines out for full viewing, and it's almost like the rain comes to a halt the way you hear nothing but his deep chuckles reverberating through his body. "perfect, i wouldn't want it any other way."
the rest of the walk back to your shared apartment is spent splashing around in puddles and sharing more kisses in the rain. its cliche, but you couldn't think of a better way to spend your evening.