“Hobi…”, your voice gets stuck on your throat when you see what Hoseok is doing. Your mind can’t wrap around everything quick enough to realize that he had just got on his knees and pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket.
“There is no other girl like you, Y/N… I’ve loved you since the day we met. Since the day you first said I was cute. I loved every second we had together so far, and I know I’ll love all the seconds that are to come. Y/N, I don’t have much to give you, but I can give you my love. You’re my moon and my stars, baby, you’re my strength. I need you by my side, Y/N. I can’t ever be away from you. Please, Y/N, will you give me the honor of becoming ms. Jung Hoseok?”
Your head falters and your heart is slamming against your ribcage when you throw yourself on his arms, saying yes as many times as you could, never leaving his warmth. You both fell to the sand of the beach, but none of you complained. Even with sandy hair and sticky skin from the sea, that was the best moment of your lives.