“Jihyo, let’s dance.”

“But oppa, your leg is injured!”

“I don’t care.”

“Oppa-“

Jihyo stared up at Jongkook, whom she had come to love over the past years. He was perfect, she thought fondly.

Jihyo couldn’t say no to that charming, pleading smile. She grinned cheekily and extended her hand to him.

The joy was clear on Jongkook’s face. He took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee. Wild thoughts raced through her mind.

“Jihyo, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"