Seokjin Kim, Class of 2019, Seoul National University College of Medicine

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A week after Yeoju and Seokjin returned to Korea,
Yeoju must be very busy.







"Ugh!! I'm screwed.."



While I was working hard to prepare the cake, I accidentally dropped some whipped cream and the writing got messed up.


The original writing was not visible.




"It's okay... You can do it again..."



I finally finished it, having focused on it again, after dragging my exhausted body. Then I wrapped the gift I'd prepared nicely, placed it in a corner, and sent a text message to Seokjin.





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"I don't listen to dirty words."


".. I really hate you, oppa."


"The heroine's eyes are really swollen. I'm sorry I made you cry, lol"




Seokjin then put the padding he was wearing on the female protagonist, zipped it up, and put a pretty silver necklace around her neck.




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"A 200-day gift. It suits the female protagonist well."


"It's pretty.. Oppa, close your eyes too."






Seokjin's eyes were closed by the female protagonist's hand. The female protagonist told him to open his eyes, and as soon as he opened them, he saw the female protagonist holding a ring on her fourth finger and a cake the size of her body.
And the phrase written on the cake.

will you marry me?









"Honey, will you marry me?"


"........."


"Honestly, you were the one who expressed yourself more between us. I'm so sorry... That's why I wanted to propose. Even though you said it a lot before, I want to start a family with you and live happily without worrying about anything anymore."



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"Oh really... I really love you.."



"This is a letter. I'll go home, read it, eat some delicious cake, and then go out!"







The female protagonist ran home as if she was running away, and Seokjin went into the house, sobbing, holding the letter and cake in his arms.




As soon as I entered, I read the letter without even changing my clothes.










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"Ah... ah... really..."








I hadn't even read a few lines of the letter, but tears were flowing down my big eyes again.




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A cake made by the female protagonist herself
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