"Why?" It was barely above whisper but it was enough to make Junmyeon cringe.

"Wufan..." He reached for the hand on the table before it was harshly snatched away to his boyfriend's lap.

"Why?" He repeated, loudly this time. The old couple from the nearby table gave them a look but it was the last thing on his mind right now. "What's your excuse this time?" His eyes were fixed on the blue velvet box in front of him. It wasn't the first time he popped the question and it wasn't the first time he didn't get the answer he was hoping for. But the pain of rejection intensified each time.

It felt like he didn't do anything right for the last eight years that they were together.