Genre: fluff Requester: sejinn   It had been like this for months now. My boyfriend of a year kept trying to ask me to marry him. That’s where things went wrong. “Jagiya! You’re home!!” Himchan sang cutely, making me smile instantly, forgetting the hard and exhausting day I’d had at work. I pecked his lips and threw my arms around him, just as excited to see him as he was to see me. “Miss me?” he asked. I nodded, pecking his lips again and going into the kitchen to cook dinner for the two of us. Himchan’s arms s around my waist, catching me off guard. “Jagiiii,” he whined. “Let’s just get a take-away. You’ve already worked hard at work, you’ll tire yourself out!” he pouted. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He was too sweet. It wasn’t long before the take-away arrived. Me and Himchan took a plate and pair of chopsticks each, running to the sofa and plopping down. Himchan lifted his chopsticks to my face, teasing me by pulling his hand away just as I leant forward to eat it. I caught him off guard by grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to my mouth, eating the meat and smirking at his expression. Himchan placed his chopsticks on the coffee table and turned to me, slinging his arm around my shoulder. “Jagi, I was thinking.” I gulped. “I think we should get married. I’m serious. We’ve been together for a year now and I want to take the next step.” I stood up, shaking my head. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t.” I shook my head, taking my food to my room.   That was just the third time he’d proposed. The first time had been when we had been on a date at the park, watching kids run around and play together. He had started talking about having children and getting married. As you may have guessed, I freaked out and ran away from him. Smart move. The second time had been when I took Himchan with me to a friend’s wedding. He looked at the bride and groom, staring into each other’s eyes and told me that he wanted to be like that too. If he’d proposed three times before, I really ought to have guessed that he’d try again. Himchan wasn’t the type to give up – especially not on things like these. That’s why I was not surprised when I came home from another exhausting day at work, when I opened the door to a dark room, lit dimly by candles. “Himchan?” I called out, getting no response. I took off my coat and went to turn on the lights when a hand pulled my hand away. “Himchan,” I whined. “I just want to sleep. I’ve had an exhausting day at work. Please?” A match lit from nowhere, lighting more candles that were on the dining table. I sighed to myself in defeat, taking a seat across from Himchan. I liked the way the candlelight highlighted his eyes, which were shining, and his lips which also seemed to be shimmering. “Jagi, do we have to have this dinner today? I’m really tired.”   Himchan looked down at his empty glass. “