050. “i planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to the whole proposing thing.”
Growing up, there was always this… thing where the guy has to be the one who should get down on one knee to ask you to be there with him until he grows out grey hair and could possibly forget to flush the toilet or leave the seat down for your ass to plunge into the bowl at three in the morning. And if by any means that you get together with someone who throws all of that taboo shit out the window, you’re the one getting down on one knee.
Or at least you have it planned.
The day began with something that even Namjoon himself won’t see it coming. A morning full of events to take his mind off of things and especially not in his work studio. You’ve made it a point that he won’t be able to get any tattoos done today and that his schedule is clear so you can have him all to yourself. Initially Namjoon thought it was odd because you were never quite like this. But when he gets to see your smile up close over a cup of coffee in the morning and past the waft of pancakes for breakfast, he’ll gladly let you take him away any day.
Fast forward through a relaxing day at the park and a hand-packed picnic, Namjoon had to return back to his studio because apparently, God forbid on the only day you need Namjoon to yourself that his regular customers have an urgent tattoo to get before leaving the country. So… with that exception (and three hours spent with you rephrasing over and over how you’re going to ask Namjoon to marry you), dinner time arrives faster than you had anticipated and he almost looks offended when you reply with: “Already?”
He chuckles and discards his half apron, tossing it to side before he removes his gloves, “For someone who wanted me for the whole day, you seem pretty disappointed now that you’re getting me back. Shall I book up another-”
“No!” You jolt from your seat, gulping down the anxiety biting the back of your neck. You blow your fringe away as you roll your eyes at him while he laughs, beckoning you over and you hate how you give in so easily. He gets ahold of your hand and the night continues with the final destination you have planned. Upon collecting takeout and hitting Namjoon’s hand when he tries to sneak a bite, he diligently holds himself back and allows you to drag him to the rooftop of where the two of you lived.
It’s time, you’re climbing up the roof with Namjoon behind. Just… just breathe, your hand is in your pocket as you sit on top, settling on the tiles with your fingers picking out the rings. Now, just… “Namjoon?”
You peer over the edge when he’s taking a bit too long than usual to climb and… well fuck.
There he is on one knee, the other with his hand extended out with a ring. He’s living for the disbelief in your eyes, the gap of your parted lips as you blink at him a couple of times to make sure this asshole didn’t just-”Marry me, Y/N?”
That was one of the many things Namjoon was not expecting.
You bring into view the rings you have in possession, illuminated by the spark of the night that widens Namjoon’s eyes.
“I was going to propose to you!”
“Well now we’re going to have one hell of a story to tell our kids,” He smirks, refusing to budge from his rooted position. A laugh rakes past his throat, swelling from within because you’re making it hard for him not to. You jump down and don’t get up until you kick his knee. Out of anger, out of frustration, out of - out of - whatever.
He whines in pain, leaning forward but you only flick his head and fold your arms after.
“That didn’t hurt. Don’t pretend,”
Past the frown dragging the corner of your lips down, trying not to give in, Namjoon reaches out and gently caresses your calves, “C’mon, Y/N… I’ll be like this all night until you answer me-”
“I had it all planned, you know? From morning, through lunch, even after your customer that suddenly has to leave to China tomorrow. Everything was going smoothly until you got down on one fucking knee and-”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes! For fuck’s sake, I was going to say that so now you-”Namjoon decides to take things in his own hands. Literally. He rises up and swoops an arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek to lean forward to kiss your lips to stop you from speaking. With clutched fists hitting his shoulders, you cave in and let him kiss you the way he wants. Hard, then slow, then with the passion that makes your knees weak until he’s holding you up. Your fingers come undone, the rings fall from your hands and it’s only until you hear clinks that Namjoon stops kissing you.
He bends down to pick up the rings and finds himself tearing up at the - “Wow…”
Holding it up, you’re getting teary eyed at him getting teary eyed.
“You had our names engraved to this?”
Despite the tears in your eyes, you manage to hit his arm with the best effort you can muster up.
“I told you I had things planned out,”
Namjoon slides the ring he initially has for you on your ring finger first, so that he can let the ring you’ve bought follow after. You don’t realize you’re shaking until you snatch the rings from him to put it on him and he tries to interfere but you snap with let me actually do something, back off. He laughs quietly and instead decides to wipe your tears, ignoring his own until you look up to him and dry his tears.
“I love you, Y/N,”
“I love you too… even if you did ruin all my plans to propose to you.”
“hm?” he turns to look at you, tearing his gaze from the stars above but it’s not like the scenery changed or anything. it still looks the same when he’s looking at you.
“will you marry me?”
then he nods.
“yes, i will marry you.”))