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Ring | Namjoon

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   "Uh huh. Yeah." You say, swinging your legs across the back of the chair. Your left thumb subconsciously spins the wedding band that decorated your finger as you listen to your cousin talk.

    Namjoon looks up from over his laptop, staring at you with a thousand words and expressions sparking in his dark eyes. He knew it was a cheesy thing to say, but everytime he found himself looking at you--which was often--he was reminded by every reason he married you.

  The way you looked in his clothes, as if you were born to wear oversized hoodies and tee-shirts.

   Or the way you had a habit of wrapping your arms and left leg around him in the midst of the night, your head rising and falling with his calm, even breaths.

    He loved your smile. Your giggle. The way you click your right heel against the toe of you left foot every time you wore converse. He's always loved these things.

    But what he loved the most, were the things he came to love. The traits that took him time to accept, to process, and to soon add to the list of little perfections that made you you.

    But, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how desperately he attempted to bring himself to accept;

   Kim Namjoon could never accept your surname.

   "(Surname) (Y/n)." Namjoon whispers, earning a sideways glance from you. He laughs, tearing his eyes away from you to look at his screen briefly.

   (Surname) (Y/n) didn't sound right. The way it rolled off his tongue.

   

   Kim (Y/n), he decided, sounded far better.

    "Yeah. Uh huh. Yep. Bye now." You hang up, sighing gently. Your hand falls to your side, cell phone in hand. You loved talking to your family members who moved away, but usually when you did, it took about an hour or two to finish the conversation.

   You look to Namjoon, catching him staring at you.

   "(Surname) (Y/n)." Namjoon murmurs, letting out a light chuckle.

    "That's me." You hum, monotonous. You didn't exactly feel up to your usual mood. It was kind of a bleh sorta day.

    "No it's not." Namjoon says, not looking at you.

    "I beg your pardon?"

    "That's not your name."

    "Oh?"

    Namjoon laughs, finally meeting your eyes directly.

    "You see that ring?" Namjoon says. You smile fondly, holding your left hand above your face. The ring was studded with your favorite gem, the band wrapping perfectly around your finger. It went well with the other rings that you've accumulated over the years. Most of which were gifts from Namjoon himself.

    "That ring means something. Well, many things. But with it, came a certain name."

    You thump your head back down, already knowing where he was going with this. You were always well-aware of how much he despised with a feiry, unextinguishable passion, your reluctance to change your family name. You didn't feel like going through all the paperwork that came with changing your name, so you kept your surname. If people want to call you (Surname) (Y/n), great! Go right ahead.

   But if they preferred Kim (Y/n), as one tall, dimpled individual did, then even better.

    You never saw the importance of changing your name. And that was what Namjoon hated with a passion.

    In his eyes, you were the absolute core of his world as he knows it. You were perfect.

   Except your surname isn't Kim.

  

 

    "I'm not changing my na--"

    "Yes you are."

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     Super short ok

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