It all started in his pick-up. His navy blue pick up truck, his mother's gift before she left him forever. The scent of his musky perfume stained the driver seat, while your innocent cologne damped the seat next to it. All the nights where you would find yourself thrown on to the backseat, lollipops dangling from your mouths; the sweet cola and lemon taste being passed on as your lips touched, fogging up the windows slowly.
You can remember all the nights he would have carried you quietly out of your room and into his truck careful not to wake your brother up. He would drive out of the city, taking you to the spot on top of the hill, near a shack. There, he would bring a blanket, placing it on the trunk and you would lay side by side watching the stars twinkle, breathing slowly. You can remember the night you first went to that spot, the night he confessed to you. It was shocking sight to have seen a bad boy confess to you. Namjoon wasn't the sweet type of boyfriend, but, he sure was supportive. He always was present to all your games, you were a soccer player. He would make sure to scream your name at every single goal. He would always watch you swim laps at the pool in his backyard every time you would hang out at his place. He just loved the sight of you smiling, the sight of you laughing, the sight of you was his favourite sight.
You can clearly remember the night he brought you back up on the hill, the night you lost your innocence. It was cold that night, he woke up at 12 midnight just to look at your bare self. You looked so beautiful. He placed a small kiss on your cheek before placing his leather jacket on you.
"I love you so much, Y/N. But you don't know that yet."
He whispers before laying back down, closing his eyes slowly taking in the glimmer of stars above him before he slips in to a dream. He always thought you never knew how much he loved you, but, he was wrong. You were half awake that night, but, even without him telling you how he felt about you, a little part in you already knew, because you loved him too.
"When we're married, do you think we could get married here?"
He asks. It was 3 years after the first time he brought you to this hill. You shift to look at him, clearly in awe. The bad boy was talking about getting married. You smile, placing a palm on his cheek.
"You really want us to get married?"
You ask, sitting up. He smiles softly, revealing his cute dimple that you always loved. You brushed his hair slowly with your fingers as you stared into his eyes.
"Of course. I know we're a few more years away from graduating from college, but, it wouldn't hurt to think of the future, right?"
He says sweetly. Your heartbeat quickens and you swore if the area was silent enough, it would have been heard. You look at him and you see his sincerity. It amazed you that the bad boy in high school who once puffed a cigar on to your face, threw soda on to your favourite pink pouch, the same bad boy who scared your dance partner away during the freshman dance was now actually seeing his future with you. He wanted you to be with him in every step of the way, and you loved him more from it. You couldn't find anymore words to say to him, it touched your heart and melted you. So, as a result, you lean in slowly, placing your lips on to his. It fit perfect like a puzzle piece, and as if on cue fireworks boomed in to the air, lighting up your dark night. You both pull away to see the different colors that painted the sky. You stared at him as he looked at the skies.
"I would like to get married to you, and i would careless about where it happened."
You whispered, leaning, placing your head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of your head softly.
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[a/n] this is all over the place i'm sorry
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