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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You weren't lonely nor desperate, you loved Namjoon, that one you knew for sure. You fell in love with him since the first few months after you started working in his company as secretary to CEO, before you were promoted to accounting director.
He was your boss before switched the role to your close friend, the one who pulled an all nighter when your work piled up, your brain was too overwhelmed and helped you to finish it as well as massaged your stiff shoulder and neck.
He was the only man who could ditch Jin from your movie binge night at your apartment every third Saturday of the month, which Jin complained every time, but you were willing to compensate by cooking for him at his place the weekend after.
It wasn't long before Namjoon became a staple in your life, and you weren't alone anymore at most nights after he asked you to move in with him.
He proposed to you six months later, over a candlelight dinner where he cooked jjajangmyeon that looked so sickeningly black and you couldn't see the noodle shape since it was sticky and lumpy, a result from his lack of skill in the kitchen. But for you, it was the best dish you had ever tasted, when you spotted that ring among the piles of overcooked noodles, glinting so beautifully before he popped the question.
You could consider your relationship blessed beyond average, among other things. Having your fiancee to work in the same office had all its perk, from lunch companion, problem solver aid, and a quickie in the man's restroom cubicle whenever you and him needed to let out some steam.
You always thought that your relationship was more than solid, you didn't even hesitate of your answer when he asked you to marry him. You were sure that the foundation you built with him was able to withstand any storm coming your way, holding it together for any bumps in life that both of you had to go through later.
Until you were served with the reality that indeed when something looked too good to be true, it wasn't meant to be in the end.
It was after a big fight, one that caused you to say things that you didn't mean, and he pulled the act that also wasn't his intention. You said that 'break up' word, and he stormed out from the apartment, he didn't come back that night. A day stretched to a week, you continued with the cold war even at the office, which worsened the miscommunication since both of you weren't working at the same floor.
On day ninth after the 'break up', you were about to leave your apartment, the deep blue lingerie that he liked so much clad your body under the long coat you wore, ready to go to his penthouse. You were determined to make an amend with him, your dignity and ego could go to hell.
When you opened the door, he was at the front, ready to knock with a big bouquet of red roses in hand. Your mind apparently worked in sync with him, and you believed that no matter what happened or would happen, he was your soulmate. And you were willing to fight for this relationship. You told yourself that you could brace every obstacle coming your way when you and him having each other back. The bad break up only proved that you indeed loved him, despite everything else.
