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Sweet- Lana del rey ♬♪

The sunset arrives, and Yuna and Sunghoon share a desire for solitude. They set off on a journey to a serene place Yuna knows nestled near the hills.

Side by side, they walk, a rhythm of their own as Yuna begins to share the pages of her life story. Sunghoon's curiosity piqued by the mention of her "wish number 73," he listens attentively.

With each step, Yuna's voice weaves a tapestry of memories.

"This woman once said something to my mom," she begins, her words carrying a mix of nostalgia and reflection. "She said, 'This daughter of yours will never get married. Any man who comes near her will run.'" Yuna's voice takes on her mother's role, her tone a blend of pride and determination. "'We didn't raise Yuna to get married, but to be an independent woman,'" her voice echoes the resolute words her mother spoke.

Suddenly, Yuna's words cease, her breathing growing labored, and fatigue overtaking her. She stops in her tracks, her steps faltering, and Sunghoon's concern spikes.

Without hesitation, he gathers her into his arms, her weight resting in his embrace. He carries her, bridal style, as the journey to their destination takes on new meaning—a testament to his devotion, a promise to always be there when the road grows steep.

As he carries her, Yuna's gaze lifts to meet his, her eyes reflecting gratitude and vulnerability. The beauty of their surroundings fades in comparison to the beauty of the connection they share. Each step Sunghoon takes, each heartbeat they synchronize, reinforces the bond that has grown between them.

They reach their destination—a place that exudes tranquility and offers a view that captures the essence of their journey. As Sunghoon gently sets Yuna down, the world around them becomes a backdrop, and their emotions unfurl like petals in bloom.

In this space of quiet serenity, they're not just alone; they're alone together, a unity that transcends words and wishes.

As Yuna's breath steadies, she looks at Sunghoon with a depth of emotion that words cannot capture. In her gaze, he sees not just appreciation, but a mirror of his own feelings—a love that's tender, fierce, and resilient. In that shared gaze, they acknowledge the past that brought them together, the present they're sharing, and the future that stretches ahead.

Beneath the shelter of a tree's branches, they cuddle close, their bodies fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. The vast expanse of the lake stretches before them, its waters mirroring the cerulean sky above. The gentle breeze ruffles their hair, carrying the scent of nature's perfume. The world seems to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of quiet enchantment.

Yuna's voice breaks the silence, her words a question that carries the weight of alternate paths.

"I'm gonna say something. What if our meeting was different? What if I didn't create a bucket list? How could we have been?"

Sunghoon gazes down at her, his eyes tender as he speaks,

"You never give me a chance to talk, you know that, right?"

Yuna's laughter is breathless, her words tenderly admitted, "Because whenever the words 'we need to talk' come up, it's never good."

In the sacred space they've carved beneath the tree, Yuna's curiosity leads her to ask, "Seriously, tell me, how do you think we would have met?" Sunghoon's voice takes on a contemplative tone,

"Okay... I'd come to Gangwon-do for a trip. Then, I'd enter this lake to swim, and by chance, you'd be there too, swimming. But , you have a leg cramp."

"Do I always have to be the one getting sick? Why can't it be you?"

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Fine, no cramps or whatever. I come to Gangwon-do for a trip. I stay under the sun for too long and get sunburnt. I go to the hospital to get fixed up, and there you are, wearing your nurse outfit. Immediately, I fall in love."

Giggling, Yuna looks up at him, her eyes shining with mirth. "Isn't that how we met, though? You just changed the reason for needing aid."

Sunghoon continues, his voice tender as he spins his whimsical narrative.

"You give me the cream, and I leave. But you stay on my mind every day. Every breath I take, I want to see you again so bad. The next day, I go out in the sun, get sunburnt again, and return to the hospital."

He leans closer, the moment suspended in the world they've created. "I go to you, and the minute you hand me the cream, I say, 'Hold up. You either accept going out with me, or I will get sunburnt every day just to see you.'" Laughter dances between them, a melody of shared joy.

Yuna playfully adds, "And I will accept immediately because I am so in love with you."

Sunghoon's tale continues, weaving dreams that paint a future as vivid as the present they're sharing. They laugh, they tease, and they revel in the promise of a lifetime together. As Sunghoon sketches their journey, his voice brimming with devotion, Yuna listens in a contented silence. The vision he paints unfolds with hope and happiness, love a thread that binds each word.

Sunghoon's voice continues to weave their alternate tale, his words a canvas painted with emotions. "We go out to have a nice dinner, and in that moment, I realize there's no way back." His voice takes on a certain determination, a knowing smile curving his lips. "I go to the bank and immediately resign. I take my mom, and we build a nice house here, just like yours."

Yuna's playful spirit emerges as she interjects with a mock scolding tone "At least you should've asked if I wanted a committed relationship."

Sunghoon's resolve is steadfast, his words carrying a weight of certainty.

"Then I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine. We'll have a happy wedding, then give birth to two children. I want them to have the best childhood, and as they grow up, they'll want to move to a big city."

His voice softens, an affectionate smile lighting his features.

"But what they don't know is that they'll miss your dark jokes, the way you talk, and your smile. Then, they'll get married, and we'll have grandchildren." Sunghoon's voice holds a mixture of hope and longing, his gaze fixed on the horizon of possibilities. "Then we both grow old together, enjoying each other. Our love grows with each day."

His voice trembles slightly, a tender sincerity imbuing each word. The tears in his eyes are a reflection of the life he envisions, a life entwined with the woman he loves.

Yuna, unusually quiet, listens to his dreams, her heart a canvas painted with emotions too intricate to express.

Sunghoon's voice breaks through the stillness, a gentle plea that dances on the edge of desperation.

"Yuna, were you listening to me this time? Come on, wake up. Stop sleeping."

He tries to shake her, his desperation evident in each movement. But she remains still, her body unresponsive to his touch.

Turning around, he cups her face in his hands, his voice now a desperate whisper. "Yuna, wake up, please." His voice wavers, carrying the weight of his love and fear.

He clings to her, his voice a desperate plea that cuts through the quiet. "Yuna, don't do this to me. Wake up."

But as his words fade, and the reality dawns, Sunghoon's heart clenches with a fear he cannot suppress. Yuna's usual vibrant presence now lies still, her body heavy in slumber. Desperation floods him, his voice a frantic plea to a slumbering soul. He shakes her, calls her name, his heart racing against the silence that envelops her.

As the sun dips below the horizon, his voice becomes a silent scream of despair, a plea to the universe to restore the love that seems to have slipped away. In the hush of the evening, his words fade into the vastness, a haunting echo of love and loss.

Author's note:
Yall thought i was gonna let them be happy???