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[jaetaimjadore]

It's You | k.mg (Drabble)

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, proposal au, contemplative

Warnings: none that I can think of :P

Word count: 0.77k

[23:58] New Year’s Eve

There you are; above an ocean of whispering waves and below a sky of twinkling stars. Your elbow reclines atop the stone balustrade outside the hotel room, the silver moon slowly seeping into your hair as a saline breeze sifts and gently tampers through each lock.

Mingyu gazes at you from his place on the bed inside. He watches with tender smile as the curtains billow around your figure through the balcony doors, how you shiver in delight with every flutter of the white silk against your legs.

He can’t see your face now, but it doesn’t matter; he’d memorised every feature, admired every angle of you enough times to picture your the dazed eyes looking out into the dark night now, the calm of your smile while you anticipate the new year.

Minutes ago, Mingyu’s mind had raced with a chiliad of unspoken thoughts, the small velvet box seeming like more of an unsettling than exciting presence in his pocket. But a simple glance your way had been enough to render him transfixed – to vanquish his every worry, every hesitancy, and every doubt. He never seemed to understand the radiant power you possessed over him – he doesn’t think he ever will. But he supposes that love doesn’t always have to make sense, it simply just has to be true.

“It’s you,” he whispers, though more to himself than anything else. He embraces the rush of goosebumps that kiss along his skin, thinking it a beautiful feeling as his fingertips ghost over his pocket once more.

Two minutes, now. Two minutes, and this year would be recast into another memory of the past – into another yesterday, another ‘remember when?’. Two minutes until you’d vibrantly declare a dozen resolutions Mingyu knows would never be fulfilled. Two minutes until he’d drop to one knee and ask you to stay by his side forever.

Perhaps it was rather cliché to be doing this at the cusp of the new year, but Mingyu knows you, and he knows you’ll love it even if you never will let him live it down. 

Because he knows that it has always been you.

It’s the way you wait for him in this moment with the doors purposely left open; a quiet sign for him to join you in his own time. It’s the way you’d chosen to welcome the new year just with him than with a crowd like you’d originally wanted to. It’s the way you had once found each other by chance, but held on like soulmates. How you made his everyday feel so real and beautiful despite the plethora of blunders and stumbles you’d both had to overcome. It’s the way Mingyu wants nothing more than to marry you; the way he’d cross all corners of the Earth just to give you his last name.

It will always be you, he thinks once more, taking note of the time – 23:59 – before brushing through those curtains and stepping out onto the balcony, by your side. He admires you again as you breathe in the air, turning to him with eyes of wonder, of beauty, of love, and he knows – he just knows – he’ll never tire of such a stunning view.

He’d once asked his mother whether he should do it, whether proposing was the right choice, and she’d smiled at his hopeful expression and told him never to let you go. His father thought you a keeper for his son. His sister said you were far better than each of his exes combined. And his friends – all 12 of them – said they’d never seen him happier than when he was with you.

So, with one final, shaky breath, Mingyu’s fingers find your own, his thumb soft over your knuckles. He doesn't have many words to say in this moment, hadn't prepared a grand speech declaring all the ways you make him complete, and every reason he needs you by his side. His eyes, rather, sparkle with a thousand silent confessions – a language he knows you pick up like no other – and a single phrase rests on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s you,” he finally breathes, head angling upward with the knee that slowly drops down in front of your bare feet. His chest pounds, leaps, dances to the beat of his heart. He watches the way your eyes furrow and then soften, an overwhelming bout of love tugging his lips into a small smile as he slowly slips the little box from his pocket, repeating with all the surety in the world:

“It's you, Y/n Y/l/n. Marry me.”

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