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🏹 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 ── 𝐭𝐰𝐨
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- ۪˚┊❛ 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩, 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 ❜
양정원
They were both just seventeen - ten years ago.
Sat beneath the glistening sky, on the crest of a cliff that overlooked the brightly-lit city below them, the two young teenagers stared above into the night sky.
"I want someone to propose to me like this." Eunkang trailed off, her glistening orbs falling upon the fireworks that painted the eternal empyrean in the far vista.
Jungwon teared his gaze away from the vast night sky, adverting his line of sight on her. "Why?"
"Who wouldn't want to? It's feels magical, graceful even, don't you think so?" She returned a question, to which he hummed tenderly, nodding his pate and returning his attention to the sky above them.
"I guess I will propose to my future partner like this too." He responded, as a smile crept its way up along the flesh of her rosy lips, the two of them plainly watching the scenery presented before them.
"I'm sure your future significant other would love that as well."