Ravi woke up with the resolve that he was going to confess to Hongbin on Valentine's Day. 

The 14th was next month, and the janitor decided it was now or never. He could no longer watch the brunet remain single, or even worse, be with someone that was not him. He was absolutely determined to reveal his overwhelming feelings on that day, if not then he would wear a skirt for a week without telling anyone why.

But as soon as Hongbin came down the stairs, a damp towel around his wet hair and glorious bare chest, to greet him a good afternoon, his resolve crumbled.

Before he knew it, Ravi reasoned that his confession could wait, that Hongbin would not be going anywhere, and that he wouldn't look good in a skirt anyway. His determination crumbled, dissolved into a pile of pathetic. He lay back on the couch and groaned for being such a . 

"You okay over there?" Said brunet asked from the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal; one of the only meals he couldn't burn.

Ravi conjured up a lame excuse. "I couldn't keep my New Year's resolution."

"You're not the only one," Hongbin joined him in the living room and plopped onto one of the sofa's armrests. "Nobody keeps those anyways."

The janitor sat up with a grin. "Right?" Leave it to Hongbin to make him smile. 

"Hey, what are you doing on Valentine's?" The younger asked, indifferent to Ravi's sudden flinch and choking-on-spit action. 

"O-Oh, is that soon? Uh... I'm probably going to stay in and be a loser with all my chocolate, yep."

Hongbin tilted his head at him. "Don't you have anyone?"

Ravi nervously avoided his eyes. "Nah... Wh-what about you? Are you doing anything?"

The brunet hummed as he shoved a spoonful of cornflakes into his mouth. He swallowed and responded: "it depends on the other person."

Immediately, Ravi had a panic attack. "Other person? Y-You have someone? Who is he?"

"That's a funny question," Hongbin simply smiled. "You know him."

"... I-I do?" The snowy-haired man thought of all his acquaintances and none were even close to being worthy of Hongbin's presence, himself included. He had no idea who the other person was.

"Don't look so distressed," Hongbin playfully nudged his head. "It's normal for me to get married at this age."

Ravi almost fainted at the thought.

The doorbell rang before he could. Hongbin quickly ate up more cornflakes before running upstairs. "Could you get that?! I need to put a shirt on!"

The other grumbled as he pulled himself out of the couch. Waking up would have been fine if he was allowed a bit more time to ogle at Hongbin's pecs. But no, life had other plans for him. 

One, Hongbin might be getting married.

Two, he still didn't know who the other person was.

And three, Thomas Lee, the ex-co-worker who was (also) insanely in love with Hongbin and probably Ravi's most hated jackass in life, was standing before him on Hongbin's doorstep.

Life hated him.

Thomas looked up from the bouquet of roses in his hands and consequently turned his smile upside down. "What the are you doing in Hongbin's house?"

Already severely annoyed, Ravi mimicked him. "What the are you doing on Hongbin's doorstep?"

Thomas glared and hissed. "Where is he?"

"Why do you want 'im?" 

He shook the roses in the janitor's face. "I'm here to take him back, retard. I'm going to confess—"

"He's in Brazil."

"Don't lie!" The ex-worker attempted to push his way through the doorway, but Ravi wedged himself in the frame. There was absolutely no way he was going to let a plague in the house.

—unless said plague punches him square in the face. 

Ravi hit the floor with a resounding thud, his cheek stinging from the hit. 

A hideous laugh entered his ears. "That's what you get, —" He returned the punch, and before they knew it they had started a vicious fight in the middle of the hall.

Hongbin finally came downstairs, noticed what was happening, and ran back up. 

He returned with a whistle in his mouth and blew it, effectively making the latter two cease their squabbling. "Alright children, mind telling me what's going on here?"

Both men with their faces swollen red pointed at the other. "HE STARTED IT!"

Hongbin sighed wearily. "... Thomas, what are you doing here?"

The guy smirked and kneeled in front of him. He held up the flowers and said, "I came to ask you to marry me."

Ravi started to protest but Hongbin looked at him with a gaze that said 'shut up'. The brunet glanced back at Thomas with distant eyes. "Sorry, I'm already engaged."

Thomas stared in shock, as did Ravi. "WHAT?! WHO'S THE MOTHERER?!"

"The motherer's name is Kim 'Ravi' Wonshik, FYI." Hongbin replied calmly, although the other two were completely losing their . "And I don't appreciate such vulgar words being associated with my fiancé."

"What?! Wh-Why?! Why him?!" Thomas was red with anger, pointing at Ravi like he was dirt. "He's just a janitor working in a sleazy bar! I have three condos in America and a private jet! He's nothing!"

"I couldn't care less about what you have. I don't care about what you feel for me, nor do I care if you go back to the States and never return." Hongbin suddenly grabbed Thomas's collar and smiled in the most demonic way possible. "But if you walk into my house with the flowers I'm severely allergic to, right after you threatened to tell everyone that I was gay, and hit the only man I've ever loved, your stupid faux hawk isn't the only thing that's going to get cut off. Get the out of my sight."

He let out some strangled cry and stormed out. Hongbin closed the door after him, enveloping them in a tense silence.

Ravi tried to laugh, but it came out unstable. "While that was an amazing show, you didn't have to use my name just to get rid of him. You could've made up a fake guy to be your fiancé, not me. It's a little uncomfortable."

"Wonshik, the only thing I lied about was me being allergic to roses." Hongbin picked up the flowers left on the floor and smelled them. "I actually kind of like these."

The janitor stared at him as his brain was trying to process. "... Then... The thing about you and me getting married... I-I don't remember asking you to marry me though."

"Well, you were really wasted." Hongbin pulled his phone out and opened up a voice recording.

'Come on, Wonshik-ah.' That was Hongbin's voice, surrounded by muffled music. It was from the party at N's house. 'Say it one more time.'

Following was a soft groan that sounded strangely like a drunken Ravi.

'One more time, Wonshik; you’re never going to believe me when you're sober.'

It took a moment more before Ravi was heard. '... I... I really, really like you, Hongbin... Will you marry me...?'

'Is that the truth?'

'Yeah...'

'Are you going to deny this later?'

'No...'

'Okay. Are you going to puke now?'

'... Uh-huh.'

The clip ended, leaving them both in another silence.

Hongbin looked up at him. "Do you remember what my response was the day after?"

"... Y-You said..." Ravi stammered, blood going to his head and everything was really dizzy for some reason. It didn't help when Hongbin got closer and left a gentle peck on one of his bruises.

"I said yes, Wonshik." The brunet murmured, blush appearing on his own cheeks. "Marry me."

Ravi fainted.

FINALLY RABEAN!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Dating is so overrated, why not just jump to engagement? #sweg
also if you guys don't mind, can you vote for my group in this dance contest? I'll love you more than I already do!
VIXX COMEBACK ASDFGHJKL; ETERNITY??? ICAN'THANDLE
DID U GUYS SEE THE PUN I MADE WITH GLORIOUS.
this is literally rabean in this story; awestruck Shik and smirking Kong