Years and Years -Namjin-

Thirty Years Old

Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold


We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming

Seokjin and smiled as he snapped a photo of us. BTS, after years of producing and performing music, was taking a long well-deserved break. Seokjin and I decided to spend a part of our break in Italy. We'd been traveling all over the country, visiting the astounding wonders of the nation. Just a few days ago, we'd visited the Colosseum.

Right now, we were at the Boboli Gardens, taking a couple pictures near the pink flowers (Seokjin still loves pink) to post on Twitter later.

"These statues are incredible Namjoon!" Seokjin exclaimed, pulling his mask back over his face after we'd taken the picture, "These flower bushes too!"

I wish we didn't have to wear our masks, but concealing our faces was necessary if we wanted some peace. After all, BTS was now a well-known band, with millions of fans worldwide. Now that we were doing some of our own music, popularity kept rising. Oh, what I'd give to live a normal life for a while, vacationing with my boyfriend without any crazed fans chasing us and and claiming Namjin was real (which it is, but we can reveal that. Yet).

"This was the perfect place to go," I responded to Seokjin and took his hand in mine. This place was perfect for more than he knew. The small lump in my pocket was a reminder of that.

I lifted my arm to point to a tunnel of trees, "Let's go in there," I said to him. Luckily for us, it was not a busy day, so the tunnel was empty.

We headed over there, hand in hand.

I took a deep breath.

This is it.

Getting down on one knee, I let go of his hand and reached into my pocket. With careful movements, I opened the box, unveiling a silver ring, encrusted with small diamonds. Simple yet beautiful, perfect for Seokjin.

"Kim Seokjin," I said shakily, "Will you marry me?"

Seokjin's voice cracked as he screamed "yes!" He, too, fell to his knees and hugged me around the neck, "Of course I'll marry you!"

Tears were flooding both our eyes, so I hurriedly ended the hug and took his hand, gently slipping on the ring. I then kissed his hand with all the love I could muster, "I love you."

"I love you too, Namjoon," he kissed my forehead.

Soon we'll be thirty years old

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A/N quick question! Do you ever get notified that this story was updated, but there wasn't  actually an update? Also I hope you enjoyed <3