In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
Yuri ascended the stairs to the rooftop, her heart racing with anticipation. As she reached the top, her eyes widened in awe. The sight before her was enchanting—a beautifully set dinner table adorned with twinkling fairy lights strung above.
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“That’s sooooo beautiful!” she exclaimed, her smile widening as she took in the romantic atmosphere.
“Jihoonieee!” she called out, her excitement bubbling over.
Woozi turned around at the sound of her voice, a soft smile spreading across his face. He walked over and enveloped her in a warm hug, pulling her close. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice low and sincere.
Yuri stepped back to take in the entire setup again, feeling a wave of happiness wash over her. “This is incredible! You did all of this for me?”
“Only the best for you,” he replied, a hint of pride in his tone. “I wanted to create a special moment for us too just like the others tried.”
As they walked further onto the rooftop, the city lights sparkled in the distance, adding to the enchanting ambiance. The aroma of a delicious dinner filled the air, and Yuri’s stomach growled softly.
“Is that spaghetti?” she asked, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the beautifully plated dish on the table.
Woozi chuckled. “I remembered how much you love it.”
Yuri moved to take a seat, her heart fluttering with affection. “I can’t believe you went through all this trouble. It’s perfect.”
As they settled in, Woozi poured her a glass of sparkling juice. “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a warmth that made her feel cherished.
They began to enjoy their meal, the conversation flowing easily between them, filled with laughter and shared stories. Woozi leaned closer, his gaze never leaving her face, and she could feel the heat radiating from his presence.
Yuri felt her heart skip a beat as Woozi leaned closer, his gaze intense and sincere. “Yuri…” he began softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Hm?” she replied, her curiosity piqued.
“I want you to know something,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a seriousness that made her breath hitch.
“What is it?” she asked, leaning in, her heart racing in anticipation.
He took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “I want you to know that you are the prettiest girl in the world. Not just in looks, but in every way that matters. You have this light about you, this pure soul that shines so brightly, and it’s something so special.”
Yuri felt her cheeks heat up, a shy smile creeping onto her face.
Woozi continued, “I know i might not always show it, but me all of us included we might not deserve someone like you. But I promise you this: we’re working to become the people who do. We want to be worthy of your love, of your kindness, and everything you bring into our lives.”
