A cute Taehyung imagine
✎Requested by @/bts_x_queenzam on Instagram
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"Are you ready, my love," Taehyung says as his knuckles wrap against hard oak of your bedroom door. "I'm coming in." You frantically straighten out the skirt of your pastel blue dress and check your make-up in the mirror for what feels like the twentieth time, fretting when you spot a small clump of frizzy baby hairs sticking out of your otherwise neat French bun.
You grab for the hairspray, spritzing a small amount on the problem area, using the tips of your fingers to try and work the little buggers back into submission. You hear a soft chuckle echo from behind, and with a quick spin you lock eyes with Taehyung, an amused smile plastered across his effortlessly beautiful face. "You look perfect, [Y/N], stop worrying so much, will you," he speaks with a giggle.
"It's easy for you to say," you mumble through a defeated sigh as your flyaway baby hairs pop back out of place. "You look exceptional without even trying." You stare down at your dress and straighten out the pleats of the satin skirt, huffing in defeat. "I look a mess."
Taehyung exhales through his nose sharply as he takes a few long, brisk strides towards you, his left hand reaching out to grasp your right, Taehyung's right hand stretching up you gently cup your chin, guiding your head up so your eyes locked with his. "You know how much I love you, right?" You nod in response. "So you know that you could be wearing a bin bag and I'd still consider you the epitome of beauty?" You nod a second time. "Good, now let's get going. Dinner awaits." You take the arm he offers you and gladly follow him to the car.
Once you arrive at your favourite restaurant, Taehyung gets out of the car first, opening your side for you with a "mi lady." He extends out a hand to you, that you gladly take and follow him as he walks you towards the front door of your favourite restaurant. At the double doors waiting for your arrival was the maître d', a tall man dressed in an impeccably hand tailored suit. "Sir. Ma'am," he greets politely as he opens the door for us, gesturing us in with one hand as he bowed respectfully.
The first thing you noticed as you walked inside was the complete lack of fellow patrons, and the silence of the room would have completely swallowed you if it hadn't been for the gentle piano and violin duet playing on the small stage in the far corner to your left.
In the centre of the room, which was normally packed with gorgeous oak tables was instead bare with the exception of one lone table directly in the centre. It was dressed with a gorgeous white, satin cloth, fine silver wear and china settings.
"Why is is empty?" You ask, glancing your eyes around the room before locking your eyes to Taehyung's.
"I wanted tonight to be just us," he responded in his deep tone, a slight smile on his lips. It was all so gorgeous. But by far the most beautiful part of the whole setting was the rose petals circling the table, a trail of the same deep red petals leading up towards your seats. He took your hand and guided you down the isle of flowers towards your chair, where he pulled out your chair for you. 'He's such a gentleman', you thought, an uncontrollable smile creeping its way onto your face.
The waitress handed you both a menu. "Did you still wish for a bottle of champagne, sir?" She questioned.
"Two glasses of your finest, thank you." She gave a little bow and then quickly scuttled off to grab your drinks.
You let out a little giggle. "How on Earth did you manage to arrange all this?"
Taehyung smiled as he reaches both his arms across the table to take your hands in his, his thumbs lovingly caressing the backs of them in small circular motions. "Well, it involved a lot of phone calls over weeks and plenty of in person meetings, but you're worth every second of time spent, my love."
As a blush built on the apples of your cheeks you bowed your head and hid your face gingerly as the waitress returned with the two glasses of bubbly. Taking his glass into his hand, he raised it up into the air and titled it towards you, his eyes focused intently on yours. "Here's to us," he toasted.
You clinked your glass to his and put the rim of the fine crystal to your lip, ready to take your first small sip when the glimpse of a sparkle stopped you in your tracks. Pulling the glass away from your mouth to get a closer look, you gasped in awe as you noticed what was unmistakably a ring, sunken in the bottom of your drink. "Wha-", you struggled. "What is this?"
You don't know why you were even asking him that question. It was a huge cliché to propose to your loved one with a ring sunk in the bottom of a champagne glass, so what was occurring in that very moment was pretty obvious. But even knowledge of what was coming didn't help prepare you for the utter shock of witnessing Taehyung get up off his seat and crouch down to take a knee by your side.
"[Y/N], every second of the last four years I have spent with you has been so totally magical, I still don't quite believe you're not a figment of my imagination, or a very long dream I'm dreading waking from." He paused to take in a nervous breath. "You're the realest thing in my life, and I want it to stay that way for as long as I walk this Earth." Using a fork he pulled the ring from the bottom of the glass, giving it a little dry on his trouser leg before holding it before you in all its dazzling glory. With the diamond solitaire ring in hand he took a deep breath and finished his speech. "Will you, [Y/N], the love of my life, do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife?"
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