sehun sat by the window of his apartment. his laptop was open, tabs lined with names of places he couldn’t bring himself to close just yet—wedding halls, outdoor chapels, seaside venues. he wasn’t sure when he started searching, or why he hadn’t stopped. the pictures didn’t give him answers, only feelings. and feelings were harder to manage.
he scrolled without really reading, wondering if he’d feel it—some kind of certainty, a pull, an answer to a question he never said out loud. yewon had been patient, even when he hadn’t been. she never asked him to hurry, never pushed him forward. maybe that’s why he felt the weight of getting it right. he had thought about it often in the military—too much, maybe. the idea of forever. not because it scared him, but because he wanted to treat it carefully. carefully enough to not break the one thing that always found its way back to him.
a quiet laugh slipped out, the kind that came from disbelief rather than humor. if anyone walked in right now, they’d find him surrounded by venue ideas, wedding blogs, and a question sitting on his lips that he wasn’t yet brave enough to say aloud. he didn’t know when he’d ask it, or how. he only knew that this—sitting here, looking at places that could one day hold something real—felt like the closest he’d ever been to ready.
