"I am so happy to finally have another date with you," Seokjin effuses as he kisses your hand.
You flush underneath your scarf, nudging him. "I feel the same," you concur.
After a small, enjoyable time at the pool a few days ago, Seokjin asked you on another date.Of course you happily obliged. He picked you up earlier as you said your goodbyes to (F/N) alone at your apartment.
Today, he took you to your favorite place, with directions of course, a park overlooking a crystal lake. Seokjin wore the same attire as the last date, a fitted white dress shirt, black dress pants, black glasses, and black dress shoes, except his hair this time is more messy and natural. Unlike him, you wore a different outfit, an over sized grey sweater with a white scarf, a black short skirt, black tights, and white sneakers.
This is perfect.
There are no disturbances. It is just you, Seokjin, and the lake.
Seokjin pulls you closer into his warm embrace, making sure you aren't freezing yourself without his touch. You clutch onto his arm tighter as you stare up at him. He simpers and kisses the crown of your head. Your stomach growls.
"I...", you defend, disturbing the peaceful silence, but you could only redden. he puts up his finger against your trembling lips and gestures for you to listen. You end your mumbling and listen, hearing a faint grumble. He points at his own stomach and laughs. You scoff and shake your head.
"Don't worry, I brought some baby carrots and sugar cookies," he boasts, yanking out two containers from a bag.
Crossing your arms, you opine, "It's a bit contradicting, don't you think? Something healthy and something, well, unhealthy."
He stuffs a carrot in his mouth. "Carrots and cookies," he pauses to stuff a cookie in his mouthful of carrots," are both delicious. His protruding, stuffed cheeks bob up and down as he laughs at himself. To believe he's 26 years old.
"Eww that's disgusting," you giggle," get away from me!" You begin to run around the park bench you and Seokjin shared, as he starts to tail you. Both of you run another few laps before he snatches your wrist and twirls you towards his huge body. It all ends in laughter when Seokjin pushes you at the ground, trapping you between his arms. His legs wrap around yours, him above you, so close to you. His piercing eyes staring at you with compassion and sincerity.
You face up and instead of your dear Seokjin, you see Yoongi from years ago, trapping you on his bed. You try everything to wriggle free, but he holds on tight. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, then your precious lips. You squirm. The episode replays. Knowing you must not lose, you kick Yoongi away from you.
"Ah, shit, (Y/N).."
With your back against Yoongi, you hug your knees and cry your trauma away. You feel a palm on your shoulder and before you could land a punch, you're face to face with Seokjin again, his hand stopping your arm from moving any further as his other holds onto his stomach which you kicked. Your eyes widen in horror of what you just did, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
Seokjin sends you a firm and concerning look. "(Y/N), are you okay?" His grip loosens as he draws you closer to him. Your chin rests on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your waist.
The wind blows the first snowfall of winter. Light and pure.
Your tears stop flowing down your cheeks as your heart slows down to a steady beat. You forget how comforting and important his hugs were. How they could stop you from going out of control. You fall limp in his arms, staying in that position before he brings you to his eyes. "(Y/N), are you okay?"
You give him a faint nod.
Seokjin brushes off the dirt on his pants and offers a hand. You decline and stand up on your own, brushing off dirt from your tights. He gazes up at the snow-filled sky, at the mid-afternoon sun slowly disappearing behind the clouds. He takes your hand, leading you to the bench. He takes a deep breath, visible in this frigid weather.
Silent, you stand and watch Seokjin glancing blankly at the sky.
He grabs a small, black box from his pocket, and gaze at you intently. "(Y/N), we've seen our worsts before, and we're still together." He smiles. "We've been each other's savior, we've been through everything. We care for each other, always thinking about each other, always worrying when the other's away. I want to change that." Seokjin kneels. "I want you to be with me forever. I want to take care of you, I want to cook with you, I want to eat with you. And most of all, I want to live the rest of my stressful life with someone who makes all of that go away with a small, sincere smile."
Happy, grateful tears flow down your cheeks, barely hanging from your chin. You still stand, not willing to move a joint.
"(Y/N), I mean it when I say this, will you please please, marry me?"
Everything goes inaudible. Everything blurs into one huge blob. But you know your answer, and it's none other than, "yes."
Your knees are fighting to stay stable, but are threatening to buckle. You try to wipe away the overflowing tears as Seokjin gently brings your left hand towards him. He slips a pretty damn expensive rock on your ring finger, but you didn't bother to look. Seokjin gets on his feet and places his hand on your wet cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss that seems to last forever under the snowy day.
~Time Skip~
Seokjin drives the both of you, hand in hand, back to his hotel. Unexpectedly, (F/N) was there with BTS in the lobby. Their faces light up at the rings' presence on each of your fingers.
"Hyung and noona are getting married!"
"Seokjin actually got a girl!"
Before anything else can be said, their manager enters the scene with a puzzled expression. When he saw your rings, he became mad. Everyone falls silent when he asks Seokjin to come and talk. Everyone in the lobby exchange glances and stares at the door, waiting for news.
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The eldest of BTS and their manager steps out from behind the door with surprisingly joyous faces. Everyone's hope begins to grow as Seokjin clears his throat. "Managar-nim is accepting of the proposal. But we need to keep it a secret fro mine and my new wife's sake."
'Wife.. I'm his wife.'
"And," Manager-him adds, "since BTS will be leaving in a few months, we'll be having a small ceremony in their honor."
Claps and whistles are heard from BTS's staff and BTS themselves.
Seokjin walks up to you, looking into your eyes. "We're having a wedding," he says. He holds your hands and plants a small kiss, "my wife."
You glance at (F/N) sitting in the corner, smiling at you and Seokjin.
"Thank you, for walking into my life."
~Time Skip~
For the past three weeks, you and your fiance have been preparing for a subtle ceremony, being extremely cautious. Though rather than a wedding, you two went with a party. You and Seokjin both wanted to cook and bake for those at the party. BTS decided to play there as well. (F/N), along with some staff members, volunteered to take photos. The manager has asked in favor for buying your rings. Seokjin, comically, oredered him to have them be exact. Manager-nim also offered to hire a marriage officiant. Both you and Seokjin thank him a million times over for helping out.
Then, BTS and (F/N) separated you and Seokjin for shopping.
On the trip, you of course named (F/N) your maid of honor. She happily accepted the title as she dragged you around different shops for a white dress and veil. You also helped with finding (F/N)'s dress, a lavender one to be exact.
(F/N) ran excitedly towards you with a gorgeous yet simple strapless dress with flowered top and a short lacy, ruffled skirt along with a traditional styled veil.
In turn, you introduced to her your pick, a lavender, short dress with lace straps, a light purple ribbon around the waist, and soft material skirt along with a paired lavender flower crown. Without any speaking, you and (F/N) both purchase the dresses.
The small wedding is almost here.
(A/N): It finally happened! How does everyone feel about this?
And I have school starting this Monday. *shoots self*. Yay less time to work on wattpad. I will do whatever I can to give these poor quality stories to you guys. Let's hope I will improve by then.
Until next week, Jill out!