As the night drew to a close, Gin and Jeno's relationship had officially transformed from a tangled web of unspoken feelings into a clear, joyous commitment. The air between them was filled with a newfound warmth and happiness, reflecting the clarity and affection that had emerged from their evening together.
Jeno's happiness was palpable, and he couldn't resist a playful tease as they walked side by side, their hands intertwined. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned to Gin and said, "So, how about I ask you, will you marry me?"
The question was posed with a wink, but Gin couldn't help but burst into laughter. The playful proposal was more of a joke than a serious inquiry, but it struck a chord of joy in both of them.
"Oh, you must be ready for some challenges," Gin said, her laughter still bubbling. "Because I won't let you sleep on my bed. Just so you know, I snore and sleep like a helicopter!"
Jeno's laughter erupted, the sound rich and hearty. The image of Gin's exaggerated snoring and sleep habits amused him to no end. "I think I can handle that," he managed between fits of laughter. "Sounds like a fun adventure!"
As their laughter filled the quiet night, the playfulness and affection between them became even more apparent. The light-hearted teasing and shared jokes were a testament to the ease and joy that now defined their relationship. The night ended with the promise of many more moments of laughter and love, and as they walked together into their new chapter, they did so with hearts full of hope and happiness.
The clock was ticking towards midnight as Jeno and Gin stood just outside Gin's room. The night air was cool, carrying a quiet intimacy that seemed to wrap around them. Jeno's voice broke the silence with a playful edge, "Of course, since we're not married yet, you won't let me stay here."
Gin looked at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Yeah, wise choice because I won't let you ever."
They both chuckled, the sound blending softly with the stillness of the night. Jeno leaned in and gently kissed Gin's forehead, his voice tender as he murmured, "Good night, my sunshine."
Before either of them could say more, their lips met in a brief, yet electric kiss. It was a fleeting moment, full of promise and warmth, before they both pulled back with soft smiles, savoring the quiet connection of the night.
As Gin settled into her bed, the weariness of the day seemed to melt away into the softness of the sheets. She lay there, reflecting on the whirlwind of emotions she had experienced. The party had been a delightful chaos, brimming with surprises and surrounded by friends whose laughter and joy had filled the room.
She marveled at the depth of love and gratitude she felt, especially now that things with Jeno were officially clear. The once-intimidating figures of jealousy had turned out to be nothing more than his sister—an unexpected relief. The weight of uncertainty lifted, and in its place was a warm, reassuring certainty about their future together.
As she closed her eyes, Gin felt a sense of contentment. The day had been full of love and celebration, and though it had come to an end, it was clear that this was only the beginning. There were more adventures to look forward to, more moments to cherish, and she was eager for whatever the future held.
With Gin's birthday falling on a Friday and the weekend stretching ahead, Jeno had something special in mind. As the team's boss, he took charge and made a bold decision: they would all head to the beach and stay there until Sunday. The idea was not just to celebrate Gin's birthday in style but also to ensure that his sister's vacation would be memorable and worthwhile.
He meticulously crafted an itinerary, each detail carefully planned to make the most of their beachside retreat. From sunrise yoga sessions and beachside brunches to bonfires and starlit dinners, Jeno's schedule promised a weekend filled with fun and relaxation. Every activity was chosen with Gin's happiness in mind, reflecting his deep affection for her.
The prospect of sun-soaked days and evenings by the shore seemed to bring an extra sparkle to Gin's eyes. As Jeno shared the plans, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that this thoughtful gesture would make Gin's birthday truly unforgettable. The team, excited by the prospect of a beach getaway, eagerly anticipated the adventures that lay ahead.
The abrupt sound of pounding on the door jolted Gin from her sleep. Her head throbbed with the disturbance, and she groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed. "Ughhhh...who's that?" she muttered, her voice still heavy with sleep.
From the other side of the door, Jeno's voice came through with a warm, teasing tone. "It's me, my love."
When Gin opened the door, Jeno greeted her with a gentle kiss on the forehead, his lips brushing against her skin with a tender morning greeting. "Good morning," he said, his smile brightening the early hour.
"Oh, why so early?" Gin asked, her curiosity piqued as she blinked away the remnants of sleep.
Jeno grinned, his excitement palpable. "I've prepared the rest of the days with island hopping, hiking, and all sorts of adventures."
Gin's heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and amazement. The thoughtful planning Jeno had put into making her birthday special overwhelmed her. With a smile spreading across her face, she felt a surge of joy. Eager to embrace the day's adventures, she began to gather her things, ready to dive into the carefully crafted experiences Jeno had arranged.
Everybody hopped in in a yacht rented by Jeno and to Gin's surprise seems everybody is so ready except her. But she didn't want to ruin the moment and just go on. The party began as the yacht begin its voyage to the midst of the crystal clear water.