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โ” ยฐ .๋ณ„ : โ—Œ ๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—š๐—”๐—Ÿ ( ๋ถˆ๋ฒ• ) โ•ญโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฏโ€ขโ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ... More

ยฐ .๋ณ„ : โ—Œ ๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—š๐—”๐—Ÿ . * โ˜† ๅฝก
๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ฏ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ณ๐–ฒ ๐–ฎ๐–ฅ ๐–ฏ๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ช ๐–ฉ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ
๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜ž ๐˜๐˜–๐˜”๐˜Œ
๐˜‰๐˜–๐˜‹๐˜  ๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜› ( ๐˜๐˜๐˜•๐˜ˆ๐˜“ ๐˜œ๐˜—๐˜‹๐˜ˆ๐˜›๐˜Œ )
๐™…๐™„๐™Ž๐™Š๐™Š'๐™Ž ๐™Ž๐™Š๐™‰๐™‚๐™‹๐˜ผ-๐™‚๐™ ๐™€๐™Ž๐™๐˜ผ๐™๐™€/๐˜พ๐˜ผ๐™
๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜—๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜š๐˜–๐˜•๐˜ˆ๐˜“ ๐˜š๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜
๐˜๐˜–๐˜ž ๐˜›๐˜– ๐˜Š๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜–๐˜™ ๐˜ ๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜™ ๐˜‘๐˜๐˜Š๐˜๐˜œ๐˜œ
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ ๐˜š๐˜Š๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜๐˜–๐˜š
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ฎ
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ, ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ฎ 2/4
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ, ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ฎ 3/4
๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ, ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ฎ 4/4
๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜– ๐˜–๐˜—๐˜—๐˜ˆ
๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜– ๐˜–๐˜—๐˜—๐˜ˆ ๐˜๐˜
๐˜ˆ ๐˜•๐˜๐˜Ž๐˜๐˜› ๐˜›๐˜– ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜”๐˜‰๐˜Œ๐˜™
๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜Œ๐˜›๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜‰๐˜–๐˜ ๐˜๐˜™๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜‹
๐˜š๐˜›๐˜–๐˜™๐˜ ๐˜›๐˜๐˜”๐˜Œ ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜›๐˜ ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜—๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜’๐˜š
๐˜๐˜Ž๐˜•๐˜–๐˜™๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜‰๐˜ˆ๐˜‰๐˜ 
๐˜ž๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜›๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž
๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐˜€๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐™”/๐™‰ ๐™ƒ๐™€๐˜ผ๐˜ฟ๐˜พ๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™‰๐™Š๐™‰ ๐™„
๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™‡ ๐™„๐™Ž ๐™๐˜ผ๐™„๐™
๐™„๐™‰ ๐™‡๐™Š๐™‘๐™€
๐˜ผ๐™‰๐˜ฟ ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™
๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜”๐˜ˆ๐˜’๐˜Œ ๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜– ๐˜‘๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜š
๐™’๐™ƒ๐™€๐™‰ ๐™„๐™‰ ๐™„๐™๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™”
๐˜ˆ ๐˜‹๐˜ˆ๐˜  ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜›๐˜ ๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜™๐˜—๐˜š๐˜Œ
๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜—๐˜—๐˜  ๐˜‰๐˜๐˜™๐˜›๐˜๐˜‹๐˜ˆ๐˜ ! ๐˜ช
๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐– ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ฌ๐–ค๐–ญ๐–ณ ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฎ๐–ญ: ๐–ฅ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ซ๐–ธ ๐–ค๐–ฃ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฎ๐–ญ i
๐˜š๐˜ž๐˜Œ๐˜Œ๐˜›
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ๐˜š๐˜–๐˜Š๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜“ ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜‹๐˜๐˜ˆ
๐˜›๐˜ž๐˜๐˜›๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜›๐˜๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜‹
๐˜›๐˜ž๐˜๐˜›๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜•๐˜–. 2
๐˜๐˜•๐˜š๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜™๐˜ˆ๐˜” ๐˜
๐˜๐˜•๐˜š๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜™๐˜ˆ๐˜” ๐˜๐˜
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—œ๐—œ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—œ๐—ฉ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ฉ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ฉ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—œ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—ฉ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ซ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ซ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ซ๐—œ๐—œ
๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐—  ๐—ซ๐—œ๐—œ๐—œ
๐—ง๐—ช๐—œ๐—ง๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—”๐—–๐—ง๐—ฆ ๐—œ
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ ๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜ž๐˜š
๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜ž ๐˜๐˜–๐˜”๐˜Œ / ๐˜›๐˜๐˜’ ๐˜›๐˜–๐˜’ ๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜‹ ๐˜ ๐˜“๐˜๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜š
๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜”!๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜’๐˜œ ๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜‹ ๐˜ž๐˜๐˜  ๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜š ๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜–๐˜™ ๐˜๐˜›
๐˜‘๐˜œ๐˜‘๐˜œ๐˜›๐˜š๐˜œ ๐˜’๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜š๐˜Œ๐˜• ๐˜™๐˜–๐˜“๐˜Œ
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜“๐˜๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜š
๐–ฃ๐–ธ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ค
๐–ก๐–ด๐–ณ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฑ
๐–ฑ๐–ด๐–ญ ๐–ก๐–ณ๐–ฒ
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ ๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜–๐˜’ ๐˜‰๐˜–๐˜–๐˜’
๐——๐—ฌ๐—ก๐—”๐— ๐—œ๐—ง๐—˜ ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ง๐—™๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฆ
๐˜—๐˜œ๐˜™๐˜—๐˜“๐˜Œ ๐˜š๐˜’๐˜  : ๐˜—๐˜™๐˜–๐˜”๐˜–๐˜›๐˜๐˜–๐˜•๐˜š ๐˜
๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™‚ ๐˜พ๐™ƒ๐™„ ๐˜ผ๐™‰๐˜ฟ ๐™๐™ƒ๐™€ ๐™‡๐™€๐™‚๐™€๐™‰๐˜ฟ ๐™Š๐™ ๐™๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™„๐™‰๐™‚๐™Ž ๐™‹๐™๐™€๐™ˆ๐™„๐™€๐™๐™€๐™Ž
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ ๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Ÿ๐˜› ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜š๐˜š๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜Œ๐˜š
lyric prank: boyfriend edition
๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Ÿ๐˜› ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜š๐˜š๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜Œ๐˜š: ๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜๐˜”๐˜Œ
๐˜ž๐˜–๐˜’๐˜Œ ๐˜œ๐˜— ๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜‹ ๐˜Š๐˜๐˜–๐˜š๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜๐˜–๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ
๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Ÿ๐˜› ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜š๐˜š๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜Œ : ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜Œ๐˜›๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž ๐˜œ๐˜—
๐™‚๐™๐™Š๐™๐™‹ ๐˜พ๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™: ๐™Ž๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™‰๐™‚ ๐˜พ๐™ƒ๐™„ ๐™ˆ๐™Š๐™‘๐™„๐™€ ๐™‹๐™๐™€๐™ˆ๐™„๐™€๐™๐™€
๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Ÿ๐˜›: ๐˜Ž๐˜œ๐˜๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜“๐˜๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜š ๐˜–๐˜ ๐˜ˆ ๐˜—๐˜–๐˜“๐˜ ๐˜ˆ๐˜”๐˜–๐˜™๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜š ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜›๐˜๐˜–๐˜•๐˜š๐˜๐˜๐˜—
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ๐˜‘๐˜๐˜š๐˜–๐˜–'๐˜š ๐˜‹๐˜๐˜š๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜Ž๐˜™๐˜ˆ๐˜—๐˜๐˜ 
๐“๐ˆ๐Œ๐„๐‹๐„๐’๐’: ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž-๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž
๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—ฌ ๐—ง๐—ข๐—ก๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง : ๐—ฃ๐—ฅ๐—˜-๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—˜ ๐—˜๐—ฃ
๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—ฌ ๐—ง๐—ข๐—ก๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง : ๐—ง๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—œ
๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—”๐—ฌ ๐—ง๐—ข๐—ก๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง: ๐—ง๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—œ๐—œ
๐˜๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜™ ๐˜š๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜š๐˜–๐˜•๐˜š: ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜œ๐˜“๐˜“ ๐˜ˆ๐˜“๐˜‰๐˜œ๐˜”
๐˜“๐˜–๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜™๐˜Œ: ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜š๐˜Œ๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜•๐˜‹ ๐˜๐˜œ๐˜“๐˜“ ๐˜ˆ๐˜“๐˜‰๐˜œ๐˜”
โ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌโ–ฌ ยฐ . โ—‹ ๏พŸ ๐˜”๐˜๐˜š๐˜Š๐˜Œ๐˜“๐˜“๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜š
SONGS JISOO HAS WRITTEN/PRODUCED
๐–ช๐–ฏ๐–ฎ๐–ฏ๐–ฉ๐–ด๐–ญ๐–ช๐–ค๐–ค : ๐–ฑ๐– ๐–ฃ๐–จ๐–ฎ ๐–ฒ๐–ณ๐– ๐–ฑ
๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ฐ๐–ด๐–ฎ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฒ . 1
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BRUNO MARS CONCERT IN SEOUL
While attending a Bruno Mars Concert, Jisoo is faced with an unexpected surprise. One that will change the course of her life for the better
( don't be a ghost reader )












As soon as it was known that Bruno Mars was having a concert in Seoul, South Korea, tickets nearly sold out that same day. Many fans of the singer rushed to gain tickets before they sold out and so did many Korean famous figures.

Groups such as NCT, Lesserafim, members of BlackPink, Treasure, Seventeen, and many more attended the star studded night. Even other figures such as G-Dragon, actors and actresses all had been there.

Jisoo, of course, had to get her own tickets. Ilhoon, Mori and Jisoo made plans to go together. When she found out that her boyfriends Ten and Taeyong were going as well, she suggested that they all go out to dinner after the concert.

She got invited to the after party but wasn't one for parties. So she just wanted to go to a nice restaurant and chill with friends.

And while she was coordinating all of that, Taeyong had plans of his own. He had a big surprise for Jisoo.

Life has been treating him good lately. He was doing great with his solo release, he had just came back from a vacation over seas, and he has became the happiest he has ever been in so long. Also, his birthday was coming up soon.

With everyone in NCT doing their own thing for a while, he had time to consider a lot of things in his life. He wasn't getting any younger and he'll be 30 in a few years. There was some changes he wanted in his life and in order to make it happen, he had to take the first step.

"You're not thinking of backing out of this, are you?" Ten asked, over the phone as Taeyong was on his way to the stadium. Where the concert will be held.

It was him, Jungwoo and Taeil going together. Sunmi and Misun ( Stray Kids ) got tickets together and decided to go with one another. Mark and Haechan was also attending.

The members of Wayv all went together, as well. Taeyong had been nervous about doing this surprise for Jisoo for the longest so he called Ten about it.

Except for a few other members, Ten knew exactly what the surprise was and was probably a lot more excited about it than he was. If anything, it was him who pushed him into doing it.

"I'm just really nervous, is all." Taeyong chuckled out nervously. "Mori is going to be there. I'm still scared of him."

"Mori is a sweet guy, I don't know why you think that?"

"Of course, you would say that," he scoffed, fixing the hat on his head. "He loves you."

Which wasn't far from the truth, Mori did like Ten more than Taeyong but he still gave him some of the same treatment. The stern glares and scary threats. Ten just handled it a lot better.

"Look, Tae, it's like I told you. If one of us had to be the one to do it, it had to be you. You two have been together for a few years now and I know you don't wanna miss this opportunity. You're not getting any younger, and that's not to say that 27 is old, but I know you. We all know you, Tae. If you don't do it now, then you'll never be able to do it later."

Taeyong sighed, leaning against the window of the van he was in. He was right. Taeyong had a really bad habit of waiting things out for too long and with something like this, he didn't want to wait any longer. He knows Jisoo loves him and he knows she's the one. What other choice does he have?

"You're right," he admitted, looking out the window. "Anyways, we'll see you there."

"Alright, see you guys soon." Ten said before hanging up. Leaving the car in silence.

Taeyong looked out the window as he thought of everything. He began to remember how their relationship started, having flashbacks to moments that led up to now. All of the good and bad moments, it made him smile when he realized that they did overcome a lot in their life. From public ridicule to people trying to break them up. Jisoo never gave up on him. Even when he knew there were moments where she almost did.

Jisoo really loves him and that's something he couldn't believe. Not even to this day. He felt like he won. So he wasn't going to let this go to waste.


When Jisoo, Ilhoon and Mori made it to the stadium, a lot of fans instantly recognize her and began cheering as Mori guided them to where they were supposed to go.

She had on heart shaped black sunglasses to block out the flashing cameras but she waved hi to the fans and smiled at them.

"I will never get used to how famous you are," Ilhoon chuckled out as the walked over to their seats. Which were right by the area where Taeyong will be. They were a little further towards the back, on the lower balcony area. Which was near the floor seats. Perfect view and everything. It was like a vip section, really.

"Who are you telling? I'm still not used to it," Jisoo joked as they climbed the stairway to their seats. "I heard Moon-unnie brought the twins and her mom here tonight."

"Aww, where are they?" He asked, trying to look around for them.

"They're further away from us. Kyungsoo is with them." She replied, taking off her sunglasses. "By the way, Taeyong is sitting next to us. Please be nice, Mori-oppa."

Mori, who was sitting on the other side of Ilhoon, dressed casually, looked at her with one eyebrow up. "I'm always nice to him."

Jisoo deadpanned. He knew that was a lie. Mori scared Taeyong completely and had a bit of fun doing so. What can he say? He is kind of a sadistic person.

"I'm nice enough." Mori quickly corrected. "As long as he doesn't do anything else to hurt you, I'm okay with him.....still don't like that Diana character."

Ever since Jisoo told them about Diana Yang, her boyfriends close friend, the both of them automatically hated her. Ilhoon never missed an opportunity to say something bad about her whenever she was brought up in conversation and Mori didn't trust her.

The whole situation almost made the body guard hunt Taeyong down. But because Jisoo cried to him that she didn't want anything bad happening to him, and that she needed a friend at the moment, he didn't do anything. Good thing Taeyong didn't cross paths with him during the whole ordeal.

"Well, enough about the wicked bitch of the west," Ilhoon interrupted. "Let's have a great night, shall we?"

Jisoo smiled, pulling out her phone. "I am so gonna record all of this."





Taeyong, Taeil and Jungwoo met up with the three thirty minutes before the concert started, Taeyong ended up sitting next to Jisoo, which the fans behind them did not miss the opportunity to take photos of the moment they met up with each other.

Taeyong was still scared to Mori but he greeted him politely. Which Mori returned the favor. Albeit, he still gave him a stern look while doing so.

Once the concert started, all of those fears went away as everyone began to have fun. Singing along to every song, Jisoo danced with Ilhoon and recorded some of the concert, even taking Snapchat videos of the two best friends singing along to Treasure.

Mori got them a few drinks so Jisoo, who was not usually seen drinking alcohol, was slightly tipsy. She didn't like the effects of alcohol and only drank it once in a while. But tonight was a good night, so she decided to have a little more fun.

Taeyong kept taking pictures of Jisoo smiling and singing, even recording her singing along with the fans. At some point, Jisoo noticed him recording her and began dramatically singing to his camera, which made him laugh loudly amongst the loud cheers.

It was an exciting experience and she had the time of her life.

But it wasn't until Bruno Mars started performing Marry You was when the real excitement started.

As soon as the music started, Taeyong nervously fidgeted as the entire stadium sung along to the chorus. Jisoo and Ilhoon began swaying to the music and singing while holding their plastic cups filled with beer.

Taeyong knew he had to do it now or he may never get the chance to do so. But he didn't want to get on one knee. Because one: there were fans that were kind of watching them and he didn't want this hitting the news just yet. Two: there was no space for that.

"You got this, Tae!" Jungwoo shouted over the screams and music, noticing how nervous he was. Taeil was recording with his phone, giving him a thumbs up.

Taeyong smiled at the both of them before pulling out a light blue ring box. He slowly and steadily moved towards Jisoo and tapped her on the shoulder just as the chorus came around the second time.

It's a beautiful night, we're looking
for something dumb to do
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you~

"Jisoo!" He called to her.

Jisoo paused and turned to him. "Yeah?" She asked, leaning her ear close to him. "What's wrong?!"

He leaned towards her ear and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

"Jisoo, I just wanna say that I love you." He started, speaking loud enough for her to hear.

Jisoo smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. "Awww, I love you, too~"

Taeyong hugged her back, chuckling a bit. "No, listen," he said, pulling back a little. "I am so glad that you came into my life like you did. I've been in love with you from the moment NCT U debuted and I have waited for the opportunity to have you in my life for so long. And I know we're young but I've waited long enough."

Jisoo was touched by his words but was a little confused as to why he was suddenly telling her all of this now. But nonetheless, she smiled softly at him and listened.

Taeyong soon revealed a Tiffany&Co. Ring box to her and it didn't fully register what was going to happen until reality smacked her back into being sober again.

Her blue eyes widened as her hand flew to her gaped mouth. Tears started to form in her eyes, blurring her vision completely as Taeyong opened the box to reveal a large tear shaped diamond ring. With a diamond band to go along with it.


With a shaky breath and a heavy heart, Taeyong looked at her with tears falling down his face. "Will you make me the happiest person in the world and marry me?"

Jisoo felt all of the air in her lungs escape her body. She nearly dropped her cup of beer before Ilhoon quickly took it from her. He and Mori had been watching the entire time, along with Jungwoo and Taeil. Two of which were recording the entire proposal.

Jisoo smiled through her sobs and nodded her head "yes" vigorously. Making Taeyong the happiest man in the world.

His smile could honestly light up the entire stadium. His eyes, though filled with tears, were brighter than any star in the sky. He took the rings out and grabbed her left hand, slipping the ring onto her marital finger.

The diamond was big and shiny, had to have cost so much money but that didn't matter to either of them.

Jisoo couldn't contain the excitement of it all and just attacked Taeyong with a huge hug,wrapping her arms around his neck. He quickly caught her, lifting her up in the air and hugging he just as tightly as she was.

Taeil sent the video to the other members, just waiting for the flurry of text messages he was going to receive soon. Jungwoo started crying a little as he took his own video of the proposal.

Mori smiled, just very happy to be able to be a part of a big moment in her life. She went from being just a client to someone he thought of as family and it warmed his heart to see her this happy.

Ilhoon took pictures of the moment and videos, cheering for them. He, too, was excited to be apart of such a big moment in her life. He couldn't have been happier for his childhood best friend.

The couple kissed each other lovingly before pulling away, leaning their foreheads onto one another. Taeyong couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. He was getting married. To someone he thought he would never be able to have a chance with. His heart nearly exploded. He wanted to shout to the world "She said yes!"

Absolutely no body was as happy as he is in that moment. And Jisoo never thought that she would see herself being married. Taeyong really changed her life in the most beautiful way and she couldn't help but cry. Knowing that this man of hers was going yo be her husband one day.

Spending the rest of the concert in each others arms, Taeyong and Jisoo had the time of their lives. She couldn't stop looking at her ring and he couldn't stop smiling at her.

It was a perfect night, indeed and he was glad that, for once in his life, he didn't let anxiety control his decision making. He just went for it and came out on top.

And he has never ever been happier.

















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