Namjoon was perfect in your eyes, a perfect boyfriend, perfect confidante, and excellent fiancee.
Even when both of you argued or fought sometimes.
No relationship was perfect, compromise was always the essence.
That was until the foundation of y...
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"Are we celebrating something?"
He looked so fine today, even when he had yet showered, but he always looked good, smelled so good too - you could guarantee that. Your mouth was already salivating imagining to kiss the crevice of his neck where you knew he always spritzed his favorite perfume on.
You watched as his wrist bent over, fingers clasped on the bottle, pouring in the ruby red liquid into the red wine glass along with few drops spilled over the tapered rim with burbling stream accompanying the jazzy instrumental played from the soundbar next to the TV.
He was getting more buff, trips to the gym intensified for the past three months, and you could see the result on his biceps under the shirtsleeves that were rolling up to his elbows. The Breitling on his wrist only amplified his elegant hand, and you closed your eyes, trying to shove the indecent thought away for later.
"Just ... to let you know how grateful I am to have someone like you by my side." His dimples were prominent when he smiled, his pillowy lips stretched out to give you that warm smile you always missed everytime he wasn't around.
"You should let me cook instead."
He brought chinese today, everything was your favorite. Five types of dishes, one lemon dessert and a bottle of napa cabernet. And of course, a plate of jjajangmyeon.
"I don't want to trouble you, I want to pamper you. And you look so beautiful in that dress." His eyes scrutinized at you with praising look, the red bandeau dress he bought you yesterday left almost nothing to imagination, accentuated your breasts and hip all at the right angles. You knew why he didn't want you to cook. He wouldn't want to waste time while waiting for you to get ready for him.
"You went to Jodaepo too? That's like, what? Thirty minutes in between?" You ran your forefinger on the rim of the glass, the middle note of the wine was fruity, something like blackcurrant or blueberry.
"Well, you know I can't pass a special occasion without this. I swear if Jungsik can include this in their menu, I won't hesitate to pay a hundred thousand won for every other day. Besides, Dal was the one who drove."
You snorted over his remarks, watching as he scooped up the gong bao chicken onto a serving plate. You had always liked food from Yu Yuan. Their black-pepper wagyu was heaven, and the stir fried king oyster mushroom never failed to make you craved for another serving.
"So, it's just that? You being ... grateful because of me?"
You dig on your first spoon, watching him gulped his wine before worked on his chopstick to dive in his noodle. Waiting until he made a full swallow, you tried to ignore the view of the ring on his digit, wondering when you would finally able to wear one that match with the diamond on his ringfinger.
"We have been together for almost three years, and lately I have been thinking of how lucky I am to have you. Sometimes I even thought, I don't deserve you."
