“Yah, Kibum-ah.”

“What?” Kibum asked, turning to Minho, with a innocent smile across his pouty lips. The bright lights of the bustling auditorium shone so brightly that it literally made Kibum look like an angel.

“Give me your hand,” the taller boy told him.

Kibum, blinking in confusion, held out his left hand obediently. Minho, clutching a large white teddy bear in his arms, slid a small silver band over Kibum’s ring finger. Blushing, Kibum smiled once more; this time, more genuinely.

Minho simply shook his head and beamed mischievously as he looked away, his expression turning as it was before. Kibum glanced down at the ring, admiring the way it glowed in the light from overhead. He swore he heard the younger whisper, “You’re mine,” over the cries of the fans.

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