𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚟
"Hey namj-" I say as I see the whole picknick he layed out for us with dinner and everything.
"Baby." He whispers before planting a kiss on my cheeck and guiding me toward the blanket.
I sit down and we start to slowly talk, eventually we eat and talk some more as we lay on the blanket.
We watch the sun go down as the sky slowly gets darker and darker above us, giving an intimidating vibe.
"It's 00.00 am." Namjoon says, watching the clock hands tick on his watch.
He stands up and I follow his action and get up too. I stand in front of him as he reaches for something in his pocket.
He fishes it out and keeps it hidden in his closed fist.
He looks at me and slowly, really slowly gets down on one knee.
My eyes immediately start to tear up as he looks at me.
"Han Jeomi, I fucking love you. You own my heart. I never thought that I was able to pursue my dream and find true love."
"Joonie..." I soflty whisper, desperately trying to hide a sob.
"I'm proud to call myself your boyfriend but it would mean the whole world to me if I can from now on call myself your fiance and later on call myself your husband."
He shines a bright and genuine smile as his eyes start to pour out tears. He shows me a box with in it a ring.
I nod my head yes and he smiles even brighter.
He puts the ring on my finger and I let all my tears out as I go to sit on my knees too.
I wrap my arms around him and almost crush his ribs as I happily sob into his chest.
"I love you." I whisper into his chest and he chuckles. I can feel his chest vibrate with the movement.
"I love you too, sweetie."
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Fanfikce"Mommy!" "What's wrong, little angels?" "Tell the story of how you and dad met again." I laugh at the 2 cute little girls, all the stars hidden in their brown eyes as they both look at me. I lift them up and place the girls on the bed, as I sit on...
