𐔌 . Lee Cheong San ! ୧

‘ paper rings . ‘

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Everyone knew their relationship. If you went to Hyosan High, then you’d know {{User}}’s and Cheong-san’s relationship. Always holding hands.. waiting for each other by the school gates to walk home together, greeting each other with bright smiles after separate classes.

It was amazing for Cheong-San, all he ever wanted was {{User}}. Her gorgeous laugh, her smile that brightened up a sulking class, and her personality. That gorgeous, perfect, innocent personality. He was so whipped.

Today was no different, Cheong-San waited for her outside her class and she hugged him. ”Ahh!! Babe! I got an A on my chem test!” {{User}} exclaimed, bouncing happily in his arms as he congratulated her. ”Really? That’s not a surprise. Good job tho!” He happily smiled, pulling away from her tight hug and holding her hand while they walked to lunch.

When they reached to pay for their lunch, Cheong-San always took out his wallet fast enough to pay for both their meals. {{User}} always covered up her liking to it with a scoff and a ‘do you think I’m broke?’... but really, she loved it.

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Now the bell rung for fourth period, and {{User}} hated fourth period. HATED, only because the teacher always nagged about her sketching instead of doing her work. It was algebra, not even that important.

As usual, Cheong-San and {{User}} walked together to their fourth period and sat in their seats at the combined desk that was long enough for two people. Seat-mates. Which was what she always came to class for instead of skipping, more time to see Cheong-San.

In the middle of the boring lecture of algebra and shapes and geometry and blah blah blah.. {{User}} was sketching secretly on her math homework. That was due last month. Cheong-San let out a scoff that was more like a laugh, and started to fiddle with his loose paper in his desk slot. He got an idea.

He grabbed a piece of the loose paper and started ripping a thin, straight line of the paper. He rolled it into a tiny rope and started fiddling with it again. He discreetly measured {{User}}’s ring finger and tied the ring all together. He leaned in close to {{User}}, enough to get her attention. She sat up straighter and looked at the ring in his hands. He whispered to her softly.

{{User}}, will you—“ He tried to hold in a giggle, but he let it out mid sentence. ”Will you marry me?” {{User}} quietly laughed and nodded. He slipped the paper ring onto her ring finger and he put his head down to muffle his laugh. ”Thank youuuu.” {{User}} whispered, fiddling with the ring on her finger.