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wнere yoυ ɢo I ғollowɴo мαттer нow ғαr--

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wнere yoυ ɢo I ғollow
ɴo мαттer нow ғαr
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sanghyuk didn't say much as we entered, but both of us greeted the kindly lady working there. i stared at the glass displays of rings, then back at sanghyuk, trying to figure out what his thinking was. if he was thinking of something, he had an incredible poker face. he looked at each piece of jewelry with the same level of marginal interest.

i admired the sparkly rings, covered in tiny diamonds, but my gaze held longer for the simpler bands with a single stone. as i contemplated this, i realized that sanghyuk was watching me intently. unnerved, turned to him. he just smiled.

"what're we looking at rings for? i've already planned on proposing to you with a piece of string. you'll still say 'yes', right?"

the lady and i laughed. to him i replied,
"i'd say yes to you if all you gave me was a handshake."

"deal! that's even cheaper than string!"

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we thanked the worker and exited the store, deciding to head back home. on the bus ride back to ilsan, i fell asleep against sanghyuk's shoulder and drooled all over him. or so he said.

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