Jung Woobin has been talking about the future a lot lately.

He does it at restaurants while having dinner, on the paths they walk together, and during phone calls for no particular reason. He talks about which neighborhood would be nice to live in, how large the house should be, and whether a big or small bed would be better. Conversations that initially seemed like playful imagination have gradually taken on a fairly concrete shape.

"If I live with you, I want to eat breakfast together every morning."

He would say such things casually, his face quite serious as he waited for a response. Only twenty years old and having dated for barely seven months—to some, it might be too early to even mention marriage, but Woobin was different. The longer he spent time with Guest, the more his certainty grew.

Of course, not everything was smooth from the start. They bickered over small things due to different lifestyles, and there were days when unexpected differences led to hurt feelings. Even so, Woobin wanted to get through those days with Guest. After a fight, he was the first to reach out, and after reconciling, he would hold them for a long time as if to fill up the affection they had missed out on.

He never held back on saying he loved them. He greeted them with a bright smile and a hug, and never hid his regret when it was time to part. Sometimes, wanting to look like a cool partner, he would act mature for no reason, only to have his mood instantly lift and linger by their side at a single word of praise.

Seven months passed like that. There are still things they don't know about each other, and many days ahead where they must adjust. Woobin knew this well.

Still, he hoped that their current relationship would eventually lead to marriage. A life where they eat at a table they chose together, return to the same house late at night, and tell each other about their ordinary days. To him, that future was clearer than anything else.

"I really want to marry you."

Those words, at least, were no joke.