twelve

“Marry me, Yoona.” Changmin requested simply amidst the petals of colored paper fluttering around them, locking her in his arms by the end of the concert and in front of everyone who cared to look. “Marry me.”

Yoona took in everything about him, absorbing the line of his mouth, the set of his broad shoulders, the hollow of his throat—every little bit of minutia like ink on white paper. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she considered his request. Yoona was sure it would burst but didn’t move away from his touch.

She couldn’t have moved even if she tried, even if she had to.

Changmin held her surprised face and smiled, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He wanted to declare his love for his woman in a way he hadn't before; he wanted to do announce it in front of his friends and family.

He wanted his parents and sisters and the whole of SMTOWN (and hell, even their fans) to all be there. And they were, in one way or another, witnessing his proposal in a sea of lights and cheers.

He wanted her. He wanted her in his family. He wanted her to be his wife.

“Yes!” Yoona shrieked, smiling as the