POV Olivia
Seoul's balmy evening air vibrated with anticipation. The city lights shimmered below us like a spilled constellation, the perfect backdrop for the intimate garden Namjoon had transformed.
Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow on the scene. It was straight out of a K-drama.
Namjoon, looking elegant enough to melt glaciers (seriously, how did he manage that?), stood beside me, his hand brushing mine. The city lights danced in his eyes as he spoke, his voice soft against the gentle hum of the city.
"Olivia Townsend," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "you've brought more light into my life than all the stars in Seoul combined. Will you be my forever?"
My throat tightened, the lump in it threatening to choke back the answer I desperately wanted to give.
Before I could speak, Jin, ever the enthusiastic one, burst in. "Come on, sis-in-law-to-be! Say yes already! We've been practicing our celebratory dance moves for hours!" He waggled his eyebrows at Namjoon, who chuckled nervously.
Namjoon's sister, sensing the instant, leaned closer and whispered, "Don't worry, he's been planning this with the precision of a military operation for weeks. He even drafted a thirty-page proposal speech, bless his heart."
Meanwhile, our little corner of the world buzzed with excitement. Trisha and Nausheen exchanged knowing glances, Soul Song and Jesse shared a relieved smile, Willa squeezed Jin's hand, and even Johnny and Soli, my normally stoic coworkers, couldn't hide their grins.
"Girl, you're living a K-drama moment!" Trisha whispered excitedly, her voice barely above a squeak.
Suddenly, a beat of panic flickered across Namjoon's face. He fumbled in his pocket, his brow furrowing. "The ring!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "I've lost the ring!"
Before the mood could dip, Yoongi, the ever-reliable, materialized beside them. "Nope," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You haven't lost it. You entrusted it to your trusty ring keeper, yours truly. Saving the day from accidental bling disappearances." He winked, pulling out the ring and holding it up with a flourish.
Laughter erupted, breaking the tension and adding a touch of their signature BTS humor to the time.
Taking a deep breath, Namjoon reached for my hand again. "This, my love," he said, his voice steady once more, "is a symbol of our journey together." He opened his palm, revealing a stunning oval diamond ring that sparkled like a captured star.
Namjoon's mother, a radiant vision of joy, leaned in and whispered, "Our family welcomes you with open arms, Olivia."
A lump formed in my throat, this time from the overwhelming love surrounding me. "Namjoon," I finally choked out, tears welling in my eyes, "yes! A thousand times, yes!"
Cheers erupted from the group, a wave of joy washing over the garden. Jimin, never one to miss a chance for playful teasing, shouted, "Now, the real celebration begins!"
Laughter filled the air as J-Hope wrapped an arm around me. "Welcome to the BTS family, Olivia!" he grinned.
I squeezed Namjoon's hand, my heart overflowing. This wasn't just a proposal; it was an invitation to join a family, a crazy, talented, and utterly lovable family. And under the watchful eyes of Seoul's glittering lights, I knew I wouldn't have it any other way.
As the applause subsided, the garden seemed to come alive with twinkling lights, and Tae couldn't resist breaking into a spontaneous dance, a playful grin plastered across his face. He spun around me, his movements light and carefree, before extending a hand. Laughter bubbled from my lips as I accepted, letting him twirl me into a lighthearted waltz.
The air crackled with a joyous energy that was unmistakably BTS. Around us, friends and family joined in, a few attempting clumsy dance moves that only added to the merriment.
Namjoon, his eyes sparkling with adoration, leaned down and whispered, "I've always imagined this, Olivia, but reality surpasses every dream." His voice was husky with emotion, and I couldn't help but lean closer, basking in the warmth of his love.
Suddenly, Jin, ever the charmer, materialized beside us with a cheeky grin. "Alright lovebirds, enough with the sappy stuff! Now, let's talk wedding details!" he declared, rubbing his hands together in mock seriousness.
Willa, ever the voice of reason, shot him a playful glare. "Jin, I am planning that," she said, her voice laced with amusement. Jin simply winked and pulled her in for a quick kiss, eliciting a chorus of good-natured groans from the others.
Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his bandmate. "We can discuss that later, guys. Right now, I just want to soak this in."
Jimin, never one to miss a chance for an idea, chimed in with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I vote for a rooftop wedding! The views of Seoul are incredible at night."
Taehyung, always up for a performance, added excitedly, "And we can have a live performance during the ceremony! Imagine a BTS serenade! Wouldn't that be epic?"
As the playful banter about wedding plans continued, Hoseok pulled me aside. His usual energetic facade softened into a warm smile. "Welcome to the family, Olivia," he said, his voice sincere. "We're not just a band; we're a tightly-knit group, and now you're a part of it." The genuine affection in his eyes made my heart swell.
Suddenly, a shy smile broke across Jungkook's face as he approached me. He held out a small bouquet of wildflowers, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Congratulations," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Touched by the sweet gesture, I thanked him, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Jungkook," I said, accepting the flowers. "This means a lot to me." He grinned shyly, muttering a quiet "welcome sister-in-law" before disappearing back into the crowd.
The night unfolded like a beautiful dream. There were heartfelt toasts, delicious food, and laughter that echoed through the garden.
As the celebration progressed, BTS members took turns serenading us, their voices filling the air with love and melody. It was a scene straight out of a romantic movie, a celebration of the love between Namjoon and me, made even more special by the presence of our friends and family.
Later, as the vibrant tapestry of the city lights embraced the night sky, Namjoon and I found a quiet corner overlooking the bustling metropolis.
Wrapped in each other's arms, we marveled at the love and support that surrounded us. This wasn't just a proposal; it was the beginning of a new chapter, a story filled with music, laughter, and the shared journey of us, Namjoon and Olivia.
The night may have ended, but the melody of our love story had just begun.