[Two Months Later]

We stumbled out of the restaurant slightly tipsy, deciding to be careless and walk home rather than book a taxi. Our faces were covered, and for the night we could just be ourselves out in public without any fear. As we rambled about stupid conversations, I found myself automatically fitting my hand in his like we one eight-limbed creature.

"This isn't the way home-"

I was cut off by a quick and sweet kiss, and I melted into his touch as I allowed myself to be led by him where ever he wanted to take me. The night air was warm and inviting, and I snuggled into his side as he led me towards an area full of skyscrapers and beeping taxis.

As we approached the BigHit building I found myself furrowing my eyebrows, wondering if perhaps Namjoon needed to pick up some work before we went home. To our home. In reality it was the apartment next to the shared dorm (and we spent more time there than in our own home), but the fact that we had our own little haven never failed to make me feel warm inside.

Using an elevator that I was almost too well accustomed to, I couldn't help having dejavu about the first time I ever used it. I was stood next to Jackson, the brokest I had ever been in life, hoping that I would get a chance at picking myself up from the ruins of my life. As I stood wearing clothes I never thought I would be able to afford, standing next to a man I loved, I couldn't help wishing that my past self knew that there was light at the end of the tunnel.

The receptionist was still the same, although now she smiled whenever she saw me rather than judged. The potted plant in the corner of the room was still wilting. It was like time hadn't changed at all from the first interview.

Instead of guiding me to his recording studio, where I would sometimes watch him for hours as he perfected every lyric or beat, he took me to his office. Sometimes he would teach me about music producing, and I would get so lost in that I wouldn't notice the fact he had been staring at me. Catching his eye, I would blush and hide my face, feeling very much like a schoolgirl with their crush still.

The office was a place I had learned to love and hate. It was the birth of eternal happiness and love, but it also was a creator of intense pain in my life. Mockingly I decided to sit in the chair opposite him, reenacting our first moments together.

"Do you want anything? Water? Coffee?" He asked jokingly, trying his best not to laugh at the role play.

I shook my head and crossed my legs on the chair in front of him, widening my eyes with the impression of innocence and naivety. Licking his lips, he slowly leant over the desk to take my hands in his.

"I have one final proposition for you," he whispered, his voice the only thing I could hear at the dead of night in that room.

Gulping I nodded, completely intoxicated by the intensity of his stare.

"Will you marry me?"

"And how do I meet the criteria for that role?" I ask slowly, my heart beating so rapidly I'm afraid it may burst out.

"How good are you with your tongue?"

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THE END