TYPE:
🔲 General Fiction | ✔️ Taekook ff | 🔲 Non-Fiction
Date Started: 07.20.2023
Date Finished: 08.20.2023
Words : 154,789
Avg Chapter: 3,440
*THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER STORY. IT'S A TWILIGHT FF.
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"You like that, don't you?" I asked suspiciously, fluttering my fingers and thinking that it was really too bad that I had not broken my left hand. I mean I loved the ring but what it stood for was a social construct that I could live without.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," he said, still casual. "It looks very nice on you."
I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered just under the surface. He gazed back, and the casual pretense suddenly slipped away. He was glowing — his angel's face brilliant with joy and victory. He was so glorious that it knocked me breathless. Even more glorious than being fully undressed in front of me.
Before I could catch that breath, he was kissing me, his lips exultant. I was lightheaded when he moved his mouth to whisper in my ear — but his breathing was just as ragged as mine.
"Yes, I like it. I love it so much. You have no idea."
I laughed, gasping a little. "I believe you."
"Do you mind if I do something?" he murmured, his arms tightening around me.
"Anything you want."
But he let me go and slid away.
"Anything but that-releasing me from your arms," I complained.
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He ignored me, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed, too. He stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders, face serious.
"Now, I want to do this right. Please, please, keep in mind that you've already agreed to this, and don't ruin it for me."
"Oh, no," I gasped as he slid down onto one knee.
"Be a good boy Kookie. Be nice," he muttered.
I took a deep breath.
"Jungkookie Jeon?" He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden almond-shaped eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever — every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"
There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly naughty and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, "Yes."
