Pyo Jihoon was in love.

He knew it by the way he had flown nearly across the planet just to see her smile in something other than the dim light and camera pixels.

He knew if from the way he could still feel her face pressed to his chest as he enveloped her softness in a tight hug.

He knew it from the way every love song suddenly made sense, every sappy sentiment tugging on his heart.

He knew if from the way he could perfectly picture the streetlight shimmering through the thin hotel curtains to spiral through the curls covering the pillow and illuminating patches of her creamy skin not hidden by silken sheets.

"We'll be landing soon. Please return all trays to upright positions. Thank you for flying with us today."

Jihoon smiled at the pilot's announcement, checking his pockets one more time.

Inside was a small blue box, thin band comfortable between satin linings and awaiting just one word.