It wasn't often that Hansol was glued to his phone like this, his concentration too intense to notice anything else going on in the room. The Tv's turned up sort of loud, Minki wanting to watch some type of show. But both the sound of his voice and the sound of the TV turned into senseless droning that all ended up blending together. He was aware she had wanted to out tonight, mentioning it before they parted ways to do their own gangly duties. (Though the only real reason why he remembered was because of the sharp glare Sunmi had given him as she coiled her arm around Song Ah's and stuck her tongue out at him as they walked out the door.) But he had wanted to do something nice for all three of them. It was hard when she was trying to get updated on everything she missed and recovering from her injuries. It was hard for Minho who Hansol forced to stay in the house until he too was better, and in a way it was hard for Hansol as well. He had become nearly too lenient, too soft, he had been falling apart and they had came back in just enough time to pull him back together. And it was that feeling, of security and love and genuine care; That he had never asked for, but received. That he had never thought about wanting and received so unexpectedly that made him want to do this, do this for all them. His insecurities aside, that he wasn't fulfilling that need for them on a daily basis. He thought this was a good way to show it in a more open way. He had battled between his two choices, at first afraid that what his gut was telling him was too strong. That at least she wouldn't want this. Not now and inner a smaller voice not from him. But his second choice was something she had already possessed. So he had to go with his first choice, whether he liked it or not. He had spent a lot of money on it, more so than he's ever spent and then multiply that by too. He didn't rush them into finding it. Because neither of them had rushed him into finding them. Song Ah, no matter what her feelings, had always respected him and what he at least thought he was back then. She had never crossed the line, not until he wanted her too. And Minho had waited, damn near six years for hansol to figure out what he wanted and finally act upon it. He feels the vibration in his hands and he's giggling with excitement, knowing Minho hasn't found is he steps out onto the balcony and shuts the door behind him, leaning his elbows against the white trim as his pink hair is illuminated by the moon light, "You found it?" He says, smiling so hard that his brain was telling him it was going to hurt later. (He didn't care.) "I didn't mean to make you cry, Noona. I just love you and I wanted to give you something special." A soft chuckle come bubbling up from his lips, head turning so moonlight now highlighted his face, "It was hard finding 5 carat pink diamond and then shaping it into a ring but... As long as you like it I know it's worth it."
