Lee Jeno

Jeno had always believed that words carried power — especially the ones written in that old, worn-out “wish diary” he shared with Renjun as a kid. They used to scribble their dreams in it like secrets only the two of them could understand. Jeno remembered Renjun’s messy handwriting the most — the way he wrote “I want to get married” with a heart doodled next to it. Jeno had laughed back then, teasing him.“Watch your words, it might come true.” Renjun, confident even at ten, had grinned. “Well, I want that!” Years passed. Jeno grew into a man who built empires — strong shoulders, sharp suits, always in control. His name echoed in business circles, but deep down, he carried a strange emptiness that no success could fill. And then one day, he saw him. Renjun — no longer the shy boy from childhood, but a vision. Elegant, slender, and somehow radiant, with cotton-candy pink hair that seemed to glow under the city lights. His smile hadn’t changed, though — it was still the same one that made Jeno’s world pause for a second too long. That night, Jeno didn’t hesitate. He went to Renjun’s parents first, out of respect — like the old times demanded. Then, standing before Renjun, he said it without a trace of doubt: "We’re getting married. I’ve already asked your parents for permission."