Tw!(Death of character maybe. But there is some shit going there lol)
Jisung wore a baby pink skirt that reached his knees and a pale green, full-sleeved fur top. Minho, on the other hand, wore baby blue jeans and a pink hoodie.
“Can we leave now, my wifey?” Minho asked, reaching out for Jisung’s hand.
“Ew, please stop with that. It’s so cringey,” Jisung said, making a funny disgusted face.
“Oh my god, my love called my love cringey,” Minho gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded.
“Ah, stop acting like a baby, Min!” Jisung said, clearly annoyed.
“I’m not your baby?” Minho asked, pouting with his lower lip, which was clearly hard for him to do.
“Aww,” Jisung cooed and pecked the elder’s lips. “How can I call you baby when you’re actually going to have a baby, huh?” the omega teased.
“But still—”
“Okay, okay! You’re my baby. Always my baby. Can we go now?” Jisung said, dragging his mate to the car.
The drive was quiet, save for the soft hum of music and the occasional glances Minho stole at Jisung, who was busy scrolling through his phone. When they arrived, the sight before them was like something out of a dream. A sea of colors stretched endlessly—tulips, daisies, and roses in full bloom swayed gently in the breeze.
Jisung’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh my god, Min! Look at that section—it's all lavender!”
“I saw that and thought of you,” Minho grinned, intertwining their fingers. “Soft, calming, and a little dramatic when stepped on.”
“Rude,” Jisung huffed, but leaned into him anyway.
They wandered slowly down the paths, pausing every few minutes for Jisung to take pictures or shove Minho in front of a flower bed for a “boyfriend photo.” Minho played along, smiling goofily and even pretending to pose like a model.
At one point, Jisung stopped in front of a giant sunflower patch. “These are so tall,” he muttered in awe.
“Like me,” Minho smirked.
“You’re barely taller, calm down.”
Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung from behind, resting his chin on the omega’s shoulder. “Still taller. Still your baby.”
Jisung sighed but smiled, resting his hands over Minho’s. “You’re so annoying... but fine, you’re my tall baby.”
After the flower park, they headed to a nearby art museum. Jisung was fascinated by the abstract paintings, tilting his head every few seconds and making Minho laugh with his odd interpretations.
“This one looks like… a cat who fell into paint,” Jisung declared seriously.
Minho chuckled, “You mean you after trying to cook last week?”
“Hey!”
By afternoon, they found a cozy little restaurant tucked away in a quiet alley. They shared a window booth, stealing bites from each other's plates and giggling over nothing. Minho wiped a bit of sauce off Jisung’s cheek, pretending to scold him like a child. Jisung just grinned and fed him a fry in return.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, they found themselves walking along the beach. Jisung’s skirt fluttered with the breeze, and Minho slipped off his shoes, dragging his mate closer to the shoreline.
They walked in silence for a while, hands swinging between them. Waves lapped gently at their feet.
Minho turned to Jisung, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Today was perfect.”
Jisung smiled, eyes reflecting the golden sky. “Yeah… it really was.”
They sat on the sand, leaning against each other, watching the sun melt into the horizon—hearts full, hands entwined, and the sound of the sea singing softly around them.
As the sky deepened into hues of purple and gold, Minho suddenly stood up, brushing off his jeans. Jisung looked up at him, confused, until Minho reached into his hoodie pocket and knelt down on one knee in front of him.
“Min—” Jisung’s voice caught.
Minho’s eyes were shining. “I know we bicker. I know you think I’m dramatic. But I love you, Jisung. And I want to be by your side through everything—our laughs, our fights, even your late-night ramen cravings.” He pulled out a simple silver ring. “Will you marry me?”
Jisung covered his mouth, eyes welling up. “Minho… yes. Of course, yes!” he breathed, tears slipping down his cheeks as he held out his hand.
Minho slid the ring onto his finger with trembling hands before standing and pulling him into a tight embrace. They laughed through the tears, faces glowing with happiness.
As they leaned in for a kiss, their lips just inches apart—
Bang!
A gunshot rang through the air.
Jisung gasped, his body jerking as a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. Blood bloomed through the fabric of his top as he collapsed into Minho’s arms.
“Jisung?! No—no, stay with me!” Minho shouted, panicking as he pressed his hands to the wound.
Jisung winced but forced a weak smile. “Told you… you’re dramatic…” he whispered, trying to stay conscious.
Minho’s voice broke. “Help! Somebody help!”
The calm of the beach shattered, replaced by chaos and fear—just seconds after the happiest moment of their lives.
Beep
Beep
Beep
The heartbeat sounds echoed in his ears. He could hear the steady rhythm of the ECG monitor. Slowly, the teen boy woke up, completely unaware of his surroundings.
He didn’t remember anything at all. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.
"Hyun! He woke up..." a deep-voiced doctor glanced at the boy, then quickly left the room.
"Where am I?... Didn't I die?" the young teen muttered, pulling at his hair in confusion and frustration.
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