ban chan

Bang Chan has always been your best friend. You spent almost all your free time together: texting late into the night, watching movies, arguing about music, and laughing about things only the two of you understood. You considered him your closest friend, but he had long since realized that his feelings had long since ceased to be just friendship.

One evening, you were sitting on the roof of the house, watching the night sky. You were telling him something funny, and Jisung was barely listening, stealthily admiring your smile. He nervously clutched the sleeves of his sweatshirt, not knowing how to say what he'd been wanting to say for a long time.

He finally made up his mind. He took a velvet box out of his pocket and held it in his hands for a long time. Then he sighed.

chan: y/n..

He whispered it barely audibly. You didn't even turn around. His head was already full of thoughts: "Well, that's it. I've embarrassed myself." Then he slowly covered your hand with his.

chan: y/n..

You slowly looked up at him

chan: the moon is beautiful today, isn't it?..

You slowly turned away from him to look at the moon, and when you turned around, he was already on one knee, smiling stupidly and holding a box with a gold ring in his hand.