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Jay checked his phone, looking around, annoyed.
Sunghoon told him to wait outside and then went absolutely radio silent when Jay asked him why. But, like any good, dutiful boyfriend, he shrugged on a leather jacket Sunghoon had left there weeks ago over the grey hoodie that had been passed back and forth so many times Jay couldn’t remember who the real owner was, and stepped outside.
That was fifteen minutes ago, and Jay was more than a little peeved. He had been in the middle of his very important, grade-making research paper for his Intro to Law class when his absolute menace of a boyfriend decided to upend his whole evening. Because even if Jay decided to say screw it and go back to his paper now, he would be too annoyed to focus, and then he would have to chastise Sunghoon for wasting his precious time when he finally came back to Jay’s apartment to stay the weekend like he always did.
He was convinced Sunghoon often forgot that not everyone was in on a full ride scholarship, courtesy of a National Figure Skating title and whispers of Milan in 2026. Some of them had to do schoolwork for their scholarships, and had to aim for the top 1% of their classes so they could make it into their Law School of choice, which just so happened to be in the heart of Seoul near someone’s home ice rink.
Sunoo, his roommate, often said he was whipped, nearly to a fault. Jay liked to think of himself as prepared.
He had a plan from the moment he entered high school. Get good grades so he could get accepted into a reputable school, ideally on scholarship, keep up enough extracurriculars to seem well rounded before applying and being accepted into a prestigious Law School. He might live in Seoul now, but he was still an American kid at heart with the lights of Seattle burned into the back of his eyelids, and what American kid aiming to be a lawyer didn’t dream of Harvard?
It was a carefully laid out plan, meticulously carved in stone down to the last minute detail. He ducked his head down, missed out on parties and game nights at Heeseung’s place, and it was all worth it in the end. He was valedictorian and had a full ride to a SKY university, on the condition he kept up his grades. Harvard was so close he could taste it, a measly four years between him and the rest of his life.
That all came crashing down around him exactly twenty-seven minutes after he first stepped foot on campus, literally.
Jay was a planner. He was organised. He specifically got to campus an hour early to ensure he knew exactly where his classes were, despite Heeseung, his best friend who had been attending this school for a year now, showing him around a few months prior. He was thorough and careful and thorough and careful.
All it took was one glance at his class list, a mere seven and a half second look, to confirm the room number of his Intro to Philosophy course when his entire world was tipped on its axis (along with, unfortunately, the iced americano in his hand.)
He wanted to be mad. He should have been mad. He had spent good money on the cashmere sweater that was now irrevocably stained, because he wanted to make a good impression on the faculty. He had a plan to wear this sweater again on his first day of Law School, as sort of a full circle moment.
But it didn’t even last the first day of university.
He had looked up to chew out whoever had been reckless enough to run in the halls (because seriously, who does that past the first grade?) enough to crash into him, an innocent bystander, only for the words to die on his tongue. Staring back at him, looking ashamed and more than a little panicked, was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life.
He couldn’t do much more than nod along as the boy with thick eyebrows and a constellation of moles dotting his skin fussed over him, apologies falling from his lips like they were going out of style before he finally shedded his own hoodie, offering it in reparation.
“It’s not as nice as yours, but at least it’s stain free.” He winced.
(Huh, now that Jay thought about it, maybe the grey hoodie he currently had on was Sunghoon’s first. Who knew?)
Jay accepted the hoodie and numbly handed over his phone as the pretty boy punched his name and number in, promising to pay for the dry cleaning before he shot off again.
He didn’t even have enough mind to tell him not to run again, since he would eventually run out of clothes to offer strangers if he knocked over anyone else’s coffee.
It was cheesy and cliche and Sunoo swooned when Jay recounted the story as the younger boy inquired why he was in a different outfit than when he had left this morning.
If you asked him, Jay could not recount a single thing from his first day of university. Not one, single thing, besides wide, cocoa brown eyes and a soft, kind voice.
Jay didn’t text him, too afraid to confront the very strange feeling bubbling up in his chest that did not fit into his ten year plan. No where did he pencil in a light, bright, bouncing ball of sunshine that laughed so hard he wheezed, and smiled so wide it showed off cute little fanged canines. He couldn’t exactly bring himself to delete the number either, so there it stayed in his phone, proverbially collecting dust while the boy remained in his mind.
Park Sunghoon, the contact read.
Jay tried not to think about it.
And just as he was starting to maybe, kind of, sort of get over it, back on track and ready to power through university the way he did high school, it was Heeseung’s birthday. Heeseung’s birthday was the one party a year Jay let himself be dragged to because Heeseung was his best friend, and their friendship transcended his ten year plan.
Only, Heeseung was popular, and subsequently so was his boyfriend, Jake, which meant that this was the party of the year. An hour into the party, Jay was surrounded by a bunch of drunk university students who were dancing to subpar house music and drinking out of plastic red cups. He had lost sight of Heeseung and Jake the moment they entered the frat house- Heeseung wasn’t even in the frat, the frat guys just liked him so much that they agreed to host -and at this rate, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find them again either.
Unfortunately, Jay was not immune to the lure of the spiked punch, and he promised Heeseung he would stay a minimum of three hours, so there he stood. Cradling a red plastic cup in the middle of a party he didn’t want to be at.
Also unfortunately, the fuzziness in his head and the warmth in his chest made his reaction time slow, and for the second time in a month he had the contents of a drink spilled all over his shirt. This time it was by a pretty girl with ruby red lips who didn’t even give him a second glance.
He sighed and trudged upstairs. What he found was a bathroom that was blessedly empty, so he set his still half-full cup off to the side and stripped out of his shirt to try and get as much of the sticky sweet liquid out of the fabric before it set in.
There was a throat being cleared that startled Jay so bad he nearly fell. He could have sworn the bathroom was empty, but no. There was someone just sitting in the empty bathtub. A pretty someone. A pretty, familiar someone.
“Is spilling drinks on yourself a habit or just a pass time?”
A certain someone Jay had been trying to get off his mind for nearly a month now.
“Believe or not, this was once again not my fault,” he shot a glare through the mirror, though the boy seemed unbothered.
“Hey, you’re the one who never texted me. I was willing to pay for the dry cleaning bill.” He pointed out. “Still am, if you haven’t already.”
Jay hadn’t.
But he was too proud and too embarrassed to admit that. Besides, he didn’t know how to explain that he was too scared to text him.
“Don’t worry about it, I handled it.” He grumbled, turning his attention back to his shirt in the sink.
He was starting to realise that he was half naked in an empty bathroom with the prettiest person he had ever met, who seemed to have wandering eyes every time he glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
“What are you doing hanging out in the bathroom at a frat house party?” Jay finally managed to speak, still scrubbing at the stain.
“It’s my friend's boyfriend’s party,” Sunghoon shrugged. “He told me to meet him here, but I haven’t been able to find him.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’m not a huge fan of big, drunk crowds so I’ve sort of just been hiding in here until he texts me.”
It takes a moment for Jay to process it before he’s turning around to face him, surprised. “You know Jake?”
“Yeah,” Sunghoon perks up, though his eyes keep flickering down to Jay’s exposed chest. “He’s my best friend.”
“My best friend would be his boyfriend,” Jay explained. “Heeseung. It’s his birthday.”
Sunghoon hummed. “So does that mean you know where they are?”
Jay scowled and turned back to his shirt. “I lost them the moment we got here.” He grumbled.
Sunghoon was silent for a long stretch. “So you’re Jongseong, then.” He said after a moment. “Hyung talks about you.”
“Jay,” Jay corrected. “Only Heeseung still calls me Jongseong anymore, everyone else calls me Jay.”
That wasn’t really true. Jay liked Jongseong well enough, the meaning was pretty at least, but he liked Jay better. Hearing it felt like home, the taste of clam chowder and cherry coke on his tongue as he said it. Heeseung and his family tended to lean towards his Korean name however, and the professors followed the roll call.
His only other friends were Jake, who was an international fish out of water like him and understood the connection to an English name from far away, and his roommate Sunoo, who had only just started calling him hyung after Jay made dinner for him one night. They were really the only ones who called him Jay, because they were really the only new friends he had made after Heeseung.
“Jay,” Sunghoon smiled as he said it, and yeah wow, Jay definitely sounded a lot better.
Although Jay’s hazy mind liked anything the pretty boy in the tub with the wandering eyes said, especially when he smiled so warmly at him afterwards.
“Well, since we have collectively lost our best friends,” Sunghoon scooted over in the tub. “You wanna wallow in self pity with me until they come to find us?”
Without a second thought, a careful consideration or any other plan, Jay abandoned his thoroughly stained and soaked shirt and joined the pretty boy in the tub. Sunghoon gave him the oversized flannel he was wearing over a tank top so he wasn’t completely shirtless anymore, which was an absolutely terrible idea because now his arms and collarbones were exposed and it was Jay who had a problem with his wandering eyes.
Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind though.
They talked all throughout the night, the thrumming of the bass in the living room and laughter of drunk party goers outside the door nothing more than a soundtrack to Jay falling, falling, and falling some more.
Nothing about this had ever been in Jay’s plans. Not meeting Park Sunghoon, not sitting in the bathtub at a frat house party with Park Sunghoon, not talking with Park Sunghoon until the early hours of the morning as they passed what was left of Jay’s drink back and forth, when they both passed out from a tipsy exhaustion.
He had no plan after waking up, sore and cramped in the bathtub that was clearly not meant for one, let alone two university freshmen to curl up and sleep in. But he was so warm, and oddly comfortable with the pretty boy passed out on top of him, his nose pressed into his neck as he gripped the borrowed shirt in his sleep.
Jay didn’t have a plan when Sunghoon woke up and pulled away just enough to look at him, their legs a tangled mess. Jay couldn’t think of anything when the skater's plump, pink lips pressed into his, soft and chaste and fleeting. There was no plan when Jay chased his lips again with his own, pulling him closer and kissing him fuller until the borrowed shirt hit the floor and hickies littered both their necks.
Nowhere in his ten year plan did it say f all in love with Park Sunghoon after making out in a frat house bathtub, and yet, here he was. Doing just that.
Nearly three years later, and Jay was still living with Sunoo for practical purposes, but he was looking at apartments with Sunghoon now, especially since Sunoo wanted his boyfriend, Riki, to move in. Harvard was a distant dream of his childhood, long forgotten as he pursued law in Seoul instead. Because chasing Harvard had been his way of going home, but- Sunghoon was here. And somewhere along the way Sunghoon had become unilaterally and completely interchangeable with his definition of home.
Which brought him here, now, in this moment. 8:37 in the evening on a school night, waiting outside in a borrowed sweater and jacket, while his stupid, silly, beautiful, boyfriend left his texts unread.
Just as he contemplated calling him, or a locksmith to see how fast he could change the locks so Sunghoon’s spare key wouldn’t work anymore, a roar of an engine turned down their usually quiet university housing road.
He couldn’t believe his eyes as an absolute death trap pulled up in front of him, black and sleek and a death trap. It wasn’t the loudest motorcycle he had ever heard, but the sound seemed to echo on the lonely street even as the engine shut off. Somehow, the only thing he could believe was when the rider took his helmet off, resting it on his hip as his stupid, silly, beautiful, stupid boyfriend beamed at him.
“Get on,” he said, in lieu of a greeting or any other proper explanation.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jay blinked at him. “No, seriously, are you insane?”
“Chan hyung sold it to me for a really good price since he was getting a new one,” Sunghoon explained, as if the cost was what worried Jay.
Chan, or he knew him as Chris, was one of Jake’s housemates, and also Australian, and also the most responsible, dad-friend coded person he knew. The only flaw he ever saw in Chris was the metal death trap he insisted on riding everywhere. Sunghoon, on the other hand, had been very vocal about his love for the bike, and Chris would indulge him often, taking him for quick rides on nights they all got together.
It scared the shit out of Jay every time, but he ultimately trusted Chris to return his boyfriend to him in one piece so he kept his reservations to himself.
Sunghoon liking the bike so much that he got his own motorcycle license and then subsequently bought the bike had definitely not been in his plans.
“Are you insane?” Was all Jay could manage to repeat.
“Get on, I want to take you somewhere,” Sunghoon insisted. “C’mon, it’s getting late.”
“Absolutely not,” Jay backed away immediately. “I didn’t like it when Chris had it, and I don’t like it now that it’s under new ownership.”
Sunghoon swung his leg over the bike, hitting the kickstand down and setting the helmet aside and okay, sure, Jay found it incredibly sexy that his tall, handsome boyfriend was doing these things with such ease and grace. But that didn’t change the fact that the idea of Sunghoon actually riding the bike made his skin crawl uncomfortably.
“C’mon baby,” Sunghoon said soothingly, reaching for Jay carefully as he ran his hands up and down his arms. “Just one ride, I promise you’ll like it. I got you your own helmet and everything. Hyung helped me pick the safest one.”
Jay glared up at him, but crumbled almost immediately at the pout gracing his lips. This wasn’t fair at all. People should be cute or hot, and somehow his stupid, beautiful, amazing, lovely, stupid fucking idiot boyfriend was not only both, but managed to be both at the same time.
“I hate you,” Jay bit out, but let Sunghoon drag him over to the bike.
“Just one ride,” Sunghoon promised, all lit up and excited and shit, his cute little fanged canines were popping out now so Jay stood absolutely no chance at actually backing out.
Jay let Sunghoon fuss over the helmet and secure it, not once but three times. He knew the extra measures were more to protect his heart from beating out of his chest, but he appreciated the effort.
The next thing Jay knew, he was latched onto Sunghoon with his eyes screwed shut as the death trap roared to life beneath them before they took off down the road. He yelped and adjusted his grip quickly, and he could feel Sunghoon laughing in his hold.
Most things were like this with Sunghoon. No matter how big or small of a plan Jay laid out, Sunghoon always came in like a one man wrecking crew to knock it down. He didn’t do it on purpose- he knew who Jay was and expressed his love and adoration for him and all his little plans, respecting his process and helping where he could. It wasn’t his fault that Jay was incredibly weak for his smile, or that he had troubles keeping his mind straight when he was around.
Jay felt frozen as Sunghoon zipped down the streets. He clung to him, unwilling to crack open his eyes. However, the longer he was on the bike, the more he would begrudgingly admit it… it was kind of nice. He was shamelessly pressed into Sunghoon’s strong back, wrapped around him, almost cuddling as Sunghoon focused on the road. Whenever they stopped, Sunghoon would reach down and ghost his fingers over Jay’s hand, as if to remind him that he was there.
Jay trusted him. Sunghoon wouldn’t let anything happen if he could help it.
They drove long enough for Jay to relax a little, and then they drove a little longer to the point where Jay couldn’t remember why he was so scared in the first place.
When they finally did come to a stop, Sunghoon’s hand came down over his.
“You can let go now,” he said gently. “You okay?”
“I hate you,” Jay said as he slowly extracted himself from him, but his words held no bite.
Sunghoon took it upon himself to get Jay’s helmet off, smiling cutely when he was free from the confines. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly.
Jay couldn’t help it. His hands automatically came up, braiding into Sunghoon’s hair as he pulled him closer. It was getting long. He would have to cut it soon as he went into his skating season so it would stay out of his eyes. But for now, Jay enjoyed it, running his fingers through it as Sunghoon stepped closer to compensate for the awkward angle of Jay still sitting on his bike.
Sunghoon finally pulled away, only to chase his lips once, twice, three times before he seemed to finally get the strength to actually pull away.
“Okay, well that was probably the hottest thing I can think of,” Sunghoon panted, cradling Jay’s face. “Are you sure you don’t like the bike? Because you look really, really good on it,” his gaze flickered back to his lips.
“I could get used to it,” Jay admitted, a little bit in a daze as he leaned into Sunghoon’s touch.
Sunghoon kissed him again before pulling away reluctantly. “C’mon, we have plenty of time to make out on the bike later,” he held his hand out to him to help him off, keeping his grip on Jay as he started hiking up a hill.
“Where are you taking me?” Jay asked, looking around for the first time since they arrived.
They were at a park, it looked like. Jay vaguely recalled the park from his childhood, somewhere he used to play with Heeseung when they were young. He hadn’t been here since middle school, when the only plan he had was what game he wanted to play with his hyung. His eyebrows furrowed as Sunghoon continued on.
“What are we doing here?”
“You’ll see,” Sunghoon insisted.
“But what are we doing here? How did you even know about this place?” Jay continued.
“Jay-ah,” Sunghoon stopped, clearly exasperated but still seemed endeared as he turned to him. “I have a plan, okay? Let me do it.”
At that, Jay screwed his mouth shut and nodded once. Sunghoon was very much not a planner. At least, not outside of skating. How someone that had to fit into such a rigid, strict routine also managed to be the most go with the flow kind of person he had ever met boggled Jay’s mind, but he supposed it had to do with balance more than anything. It was because Sunghoon was so restricted in a certain aspect of his life that he had to relax the way he did. Otherwise he would go crazy.
Which is why Sunghoon having an actual plan was just as mind boggling. Jay trusted him though, and followed him all the way up to the top of the hill.
Jay wanted to tell him that when they were younger, he and Heeseung had heard from the older kids that the unofficial name of this hill was Make Out Point, because all the teenagers would sneak off just over the ridge to, well… Make Out. It was perfect for hiding, with a pretty view of the city behind it to set the mood. He wanted to tease him, ask him if he really dragged him all the way out here so they could kiss in the cold instead of in Jay's nice, warm apartment, when the words died on his tongue.
There were fairy lights in the trees, lighting up the whole little clearing. A plush, soft looking blanket had been set out with a cooler on top of it and a couple of pillows to make it that much more cozy. There was a speaker already playing some soft, lovely music, and a small, contained propane fire pit already on to combat the chilly spring night. Distantly, he could hear a couple of twigs snapping, and if he really strained he could hear Jake’s voice scolding Heeseung as they got farther and farther away.
“I did the set up,” Sunghoon said suddenly, clearly also having heard their best friends. “I just wanted the fire to already be going when we got here so I didn’t have to fight with the propane tank, so they were watching it for me.”
“Oh,” Jay said faintly. “That was nice of them.”
His mind was spinning. This was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, and they weren’t even sitting yet.
“C’mon, come sit,” he encouraged, clearly giddy as he pulled Jay forward.
He had Jay sit down first, sitting beside him carefully. Jay’s eyes caught on the view, and his breath caught in his throat. The city was so beautiful, a series of twinkling lights, all so filled with life and love and laughter, blanketed by the dark of night. It made it all shine so much brighter and- how had Jay ever considered leaving such a wondrous sight?
Even more beautiful, however, was Sunghoon, who brought out a thermos and poured him some hot chocolate, before digging out a small array of food, including some cherries, chocolate covered strawberries and what looked to be freshly baked bread. Jay accepted the mug and watched as Sunghoon arranged and rearranged the spread in front of them.
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay said gently as he rearranged the strawberries on the plate for the third time.
“Sorry, Jungwon helped me make them since he knows how to temper the chocolate,” Sunghoon confessed. “He must’ve eaten a few when I wasn’t looking, so the plate doesn’t look super full like it’s supposed to.”
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay tried again.
“And the cherries, the shop you like getting them from was out, so I had to go to a different store but- but the produce lady told me that they’re probably be a little sour since they aren’t in season, but cherries are your favourite-” Sunghoon continued, refusing to look at him.
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay set the mug aside, reaching for him carefully.
“And the bread- Felix baked the bread for me, I hope that’s okay, I just wanted something nice and homemade for you-”
“Hoon-ah,” Jay said a little louder, catching his hands before he could rearrange the strawberries again. “It’s all very lovely, thank you.” He said quietly with a small smile.
Usually, Sunghoon only got this antsy before one of his international competitions, so to see him so suddenly on edge had Jay a little worried. Luckily, he had three seasons worth of international competitions under his belt- that is, three seasons worth of calming Sunghoon down before international competitions -so he pressed kisses to the backs of his hands before massaging little circles into his wrists.
“It’s your birthday,” Sunghoon informed him, as if he didn’t know.
“It is,” Jay’s amused smile got a little wider.
“So I have a plan,” Sunghoon told him quietly.
“I see that,” Jay nodded, pressing more kisses to his hands. “Thank you jagiya, I love it. I love you,” he whispered, kissing up his wrist like he would for one of the major comps.
“This- this isn’t the plan,” Sunghoon stammered, and Jay stopped mid kiss, looking up at him surprised.
“It’s not?” Jay blinked, looking around the clearing again, confused, paying no mind as Sunghoon took his hands back. “I don’t know Hoon-ah, this all seems very planned o-” he turned back to Sunghoon, only to come face to face with a little black box.
“I love you,” Sunghoon said. “And I have since- well, I’m pretty sure I fell from you the moment I ran into you, if I’m being completely honest. And I gave you my number and everything hoping you would text or call me, even if it was only for the stupid dry cleaning bill-”
“You were hitting on me that day?” Jay blinked in surprise- all this time and he hadn’t even considered that maybe Sunghoon was stressing about his number in Jay’s phone as much as he was.
“I gave you my favourite hoodie,” Sunghoon said, clearly exasperated. “And then the next time I saw you I gave you my favourite flannel and then I kissed you. Yes, I was hitting on you.”
“Oh,” Jay blinked again.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to- look, I have a plan,” Sunghoon nearly whined, and Jay pressed his lips together to prevent himself from laughing or cooing at him. “Let me- let me do the plan, please.”
“Sorry, sorry, continue,” Jay nodded, motioning for him to continue.
Sunghoon took a deep breath before he froze and groaned. “Wait, hold on,” he sighed, annoyance clear on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Jay frowned as the little black box disappeared from view as Sunghoon started rummaging around in his pockets.
“I- it’s a plan, you know? I had a whole plan, a whole speech, I wrote it down and everything,” he insisted.
“It’s okay,” Jay started, but Sunghoon just groaned as his pockets came out empty.
“It’s not,” he grumbled. “It’s- it’s your birthday, and you like this park, and hyung said you’ve always wanted to be kissed on the ridge and you like cherries and strawberries and chocolate and- and you like plans and-”
Jay surged forward, kissing Sunghoon, pulling him closer. Sunghoon kissed him back for all of two seconds before he pulled away, seemingly more frustrated than before.
“No! No, I’m supposed to kiss you, that was- that’s- I had a plan,” Sunghoon looked crestfallen. “I had a plan.” He repeated as Jay held his wrists again, massaging little circles into his skin.
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay said gently. “I like plans, but I love you,” he said pointedly. “I never planned on this, on you, on us. Never once did you ever fit into my plans, so I threw out the plans. I made new ones that specifically had space for you.” He studied him, committing the image of Sunghoon bathed in the firelight to memory. “I like our plans, and I love you, so while I appreciate that you spent all this time and effort making a plan, please know that I never expect you to plan the way I do. I like that you’re more relaxed than I am in that way, I think it’s what makes us click so well.” He smiled warmly. “So it’s okay if you have to deviate from the plan.”
“Marry me,” Sunghoon breathed out, and Jay stilled, blinking at him owlishly.
“Huh?” Was all Jay could manage to say.
“The- the plan,” Sunghoon said weakly. “The plan was to ask you to marry me.”
“I-”
“You’re graduating soon,” Sunghoon blurted out. “You’re going off to Law School and I’m going to the Olympics next year and-”
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay started, getting a sense of deja vu.
“-And we’re looking at apartments together and you said we could get a dog and-”
“Sunghoon-ah,” Jay tried again, a little louder, to no avail.
“-And we’re making good on our plans as people and as a couple and I just-”
“Sunghoon-ah!” Jay surged forward and grabbed his face, putting his thumbs over his lips.
Sunghoon stared at him with comically large eyes as Jay took a deep breath.
“Can I give you some planning advice, as someone who plans things often?” He huffed as Sunghoon nodded meekly in his grip. “If you’re going to plan a big, beautiful, elaborate birthday picnic that involves not one but several of our friends to propose, you should also pencil a spot into that plan where you let me give you an answer.”
“Can I pencil that in right now?” Sunghoon mumbled against his thumbs, his words muffled as Jay pressed them into his lips.
“If I let go of you, will you let me speak?” Jay raised his eyebrow.
Sunghoon nodded again, and Jay pulled away slowly. He opened his mouth when Sunghoon flung his hand out in a panic.
“Wait!” He said quickly.
“What now?” Jay asked, exasperated.
“Let me try again,” Sunghoon insisted. “Really quick, just- let me ask again. Properly.”
Jay sighed and squeezed his eyes shut briefly before nodding. He heard Sunghoon move around before he finally opened his eyes. He looked at him, haloed by the lights of the city below them, his face warm with the flicker of the little propane fire pit and yeah, wow, how had Jay ever considered leaving a city that had given him this kind of view?
“Park Jongseong,” Sunghoon said, shaking like a leaf in a way that wasn’t from the cold. “Jay-ah, will you marry me?” He whispered, opening the little black box to present a gold band with a ring of diamonds around it.
It was beautiful and perfect and Jay actually choked up as he stared at it, then Sunghoon, then back at the ring.
“This is the part where you answer,” Sunghoon whispered, clearly trying for a joke but also too nervous to commit to it.
“Yes,” Jay breathed out. “Yeah, yes, of course, you idiot, I’ll marry you.”
He barely got the rest of his sentence out before Sunghoon was on him, kissing him desperately and fumbling to get the ring on his finger. Jay carefully steadied his hands and helped him slide it on.
They kissed for a while, ate some of the snacks Sunghoon had brought, chatted and kissed some more until it was midnight and Jake and Heeseung were coming to collect everything.
“Oh!” Jake said as Sunghoon and Jay looked up at him from where they were cuddled up, looking at the ring. “Sorry, Sunghoon said the plan was for you guys to leave before midnight.”
“It’s okay,” Jay yawned as they got up slowly, stretching. “The plan kind of fell apart a bit.”
“Oh,” Jake blinked, exchanging looks with Heeseung. “Well… did the whole plan fall apart or…?”
Sunghoon brought Jay’s left hand up as he presented it to them proudly with a grin. “Not entirely.”
Several cheers and hugs and laughs later, Jay was back on the bike as Sunghoon drove them home, fighting to stay awake. Then they were home, and Sunghoon kissed him deeply as Jay stayed on the bike. They kissed until they were breathless and their lips bruised before heading upstairs.
Before he knew it , they were in bed, curled up together and on their way to sleep.
Sunghoon stirred, pulling out of his arms for a moment.
“Didn’t you have an assignment to do?” He mumbled, looking up at him sleepily.
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Jay murmured, pulling him back to him.
“Won’t that throw off your study plan tomorrow?” Sunghoon asked, pressing a kiss to his birthmark.
“That’s fine,” Jay hummed. “A fumbled plan isn’t the end of the world.”
Sunghoon held him a little tighter as they fell asleep.