Epilogue

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8 years in the future, Rise's POV

The sand between our toes felt like a soft blanket as we dug our feet into the sand, soft laps from the ocean waves touching our ankles.

"How long has it been?" Yoongi asks beside me.

I wonder what he means. How long has it been since we first met, how long has it been since he first asked me out, how long has it been since our first kiss, our first 'I love you', since we made our relationship public, there's so much.

But I know what he means.

"Eight years." Eight years since We Got Married. The show that brought us closer.

I shudder at the memory of Risa. To think that I had been friends with her at that time. Who knew that she would fall in love with Yoongi and then proceed to cut my hair out of envy.

I had trusted her and that was a mistake. Thank god Yoongi didn't fall for any of her antics and stayed by my side.

I hadn't heard from her since, though I know that she still had a decent career in Japan. She stopped acting, though and only stuck to modeling and she also stopped appearing on any variety shows.

I guess she realized her personality wasn't the best.

I snap back to reality when Yoongi lets out a breath and a gust of wind blows strands of hair onto his face.

Yoongi decided to grow his hair long and now it was to his ears and slightly curled.

He looked down and kicked the sand beneath his toes. He looked absolutely magical and it reminded me of the man eight years ago I had fallen in love with. The man I didn't stop loving.

When he had approached me and comforted me and stuck with me throughout.

I recall our first meeting at the bar. I was so unhappy because I was strapped down. I couldn't see my dying father. And because I was so drunk, I told all of my problems to Yoongi.

And he didn't run away. Instead, he stayed and became my wall that shielded me and supported me.

Even when conflict happened. Even when Risa had tried to steal him away, he has stayed forever loyal.

He faced me now. "Ri, it's been eight years and I have never stopped loving you. I could say a lot more about how much I love you, but I'll cut to the chase since you'll just blank out."

What?

He scooped me into a hug and I squealed a little. The next thing I knew, he had slipped a ring onto my hand.

My mouth opened a little in surprise and shock.

So this was why he wanted to take a vacation to Japan. This was why he led me to a beach even though he hated them. This was why he was so secretive lately.

He whispered the words I would never have expected from him all those years ago into my ear.

"Rise, will you marry me?"

I was trying to hold back tears. As I answered him. "This is real, right?" And before he could answer me I answered myself. "Yes. Yes," I repeated.

•THE END•

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