A Clichéd Affair | SOPE

9. proposals & principles

Yoongi always thought himself an honest man.

Yet here he was, lying through his teeth as he looked up at Hoseok. He held Hoseok's hands, which felt foreign in his, a smile adorning his features, with the most elegant ring of the season tucked safely in his pocket.

"I love you."

The lie felt sour as it passed his lips, but Yoongi couldn't let that deter him. Hoseok was playing the part perfectly— too perfectly, in Yoongi's opinion. Without letting Hoseok's hands go, Yoongi lowered himself to one knee, swallowing his pride for what seemed to be the billionth time. Hoseok gasped, his hands flying to his mouth, and he took a couple of steps back, eyes already beginning to water.

A hush fell among the guests, and they all turned their attention to Yoongi and Hoseok. To add to the flame, a light was shone discreetly on them, momentarily blinding Yoongi, but he kept his ground, forcing his lips to muster the biggest smile he could make at the one person he hated the most.

"You swept me off my feet, Hoseok Jung," Yoongi said loudly for everyone to hear. "You saw past my background and accepted me for who I was, regardless of what anyone could say. They say love, at first sight, is nothing but a fairy tale, but when I saw you, Hoseok, I knew it couldn't be. I was struck by you. I still am. I will never get tired of telling you how much I love you."

"Yoongi..."

He could also gag at all the nonsense he had to say. It had been through Hoseok's insistence that Yoongi was forced to make such elaborate speeches. He'd managed to cut down most of it, but the things he did have to say, well, Yoongi absolutely hated it. Everyone else seemed to love it, though. The crowd observed them, hanging onto Yoongi's every word, and with Hoseok's tears already starting to spill, Yoongi knew the show had to go on.

"I promise to cherish the way I have already have and love you even more than I already do."

Yoongi took out the box from his pocket and opened it, pointing the ring at Hoseok.

"Oh my god, Yoongi, you're—"

"Will you make me the happiest man in the world, Hoseok Jung, and marry me?"

Hoseok was full-on sobbing now, his eyes glistening with happiness. It struck Yoongi how convincing Hoseok was. Gone was the boy that cursed his name at every opportunity. No, this was an entirely new person, and Yoongi forced himself to continue to look at Hoseok as if he was the only person in the world. There was no way in hell Yoongi was going to give Hoseok the limelight, even if this was something that Hoseok had prepared himself years for.

"Yes!"

Even Yoongi had to admit that what Hoseok was doing was impressive. He did not falter, even with Yoongi was sliding the cursed ring onto his finger. Not even when Yoongi had pulled him in for an embrace, just as they had practiced. Yoongi thought that was the end of that. There would be nothing else that he would have to do, and he was free. At least, he thought that he was done. Without warning, Hoseok pulled him in for a kiss, and Yoongi froze, before forcing himself to melt into the kiss.

It was easier done than Yoongi had given it credit for. Hoseok moved softly against him, applying just the right amount of pressure to make it all seem legitimate. He guided Yoongi through the kiss, and for some odd reason, Yoongi found the kiss sweet. Not that he was expecting Hoseok to be rough with him, but Yoongi couldn't feel any malicious intentions from Hoseok (if that was the word for it). He let his hand cup Hoseok's cheek, and he could hear the loud cheers.

The breath caught in his chest once they pulled away. He turned to the crowd and smiled apologetically before formally excusing himself. Once he was out of the public eye, he shook his head, forcing himself out of it. He turned on the faucet of the sink and splashed some water on his lips in an attempt to take the taste of Hoseok from his mouth. After a couple of splashes, he could still Hoseok's lips lingering on his lips and he hated it. He'd have to eat to forget his sorrows.