oneshots for verivery!! started: april 17th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024. includes: fluff, angst(?), all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] �...
╔══════════════════╗ HONG MINCHAN ✎ iv. all your imperfections ╚══════════════════╝
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"When do you think we'll get married?" The question comes to your brain after dinner. You're sitting on the couch, contentedly watching Minchan strum on his guitar from across the room. The crackle of the fire makes it all the more cozy, and you can't help but get a little lost in your thoughts over how perfect life seems in the moment. Minchan's strums get a little quieter as he hears your question, and you watch as his lips turn up slowly into the softest of smiles.
"Do you want to marry me?" He questions back, though you both know that you do and so does he. And so, instead of answering it, you just smile at him.
Minchan has noticed before that you have this certain lovesick gaze that is reserved for him. He's seen it countless times in the past 4 years, and it's the same one you unknowingly give him now. It makes his heart race wildly in his chest. It's almost unfathomable how in love he is with you, but he hides just how smitten he is at the moment and changes the chord from D to F# on his guitar, filling the room with a suspenseful minor chord.
"I think having our wedding in Spring would be nice. What do you think?" You mumble, your mind already racing with thoughts of it. At present, you aren't even engaged to him, but the thought of marrying him has always felt so perfect and inevitable (in a good way) that your fantasies your head creates don't feel unrealistic.
"Spring would be nice. I heard there's going to be nice cherry blossoms this Spring." He nods, agreeing with you, his strum pattern changing slightly.
"I want to have a small wedding. Just friends and family."
Minchan hums in response. You know he would never even think of having a big wedding, though. It would be too overwhelming to have a long guest list for either of you.
It was one of the many reasons why you and Minchan worked so well. You had never found someone you were more similar to than him. It's one of the reasons why you asked him out (cause he was too shy and nervous to approach you first), one of the reasons why being around him was so comfortable, and one of the reasons why marrying him felt like the most right thing in the world.
You two fit together perfectly without concealing or hiding any bit of yourself. You were honest and true with each other, and instead of it driving you farther away from each other, you found yourself loving his flaws and his imperfections because they were what made him him. It brought you closer to him and was the reason you found yourself falling more and more every day.
He was clumsy and stubborn at times, but for every flaw of his that you could list, you were sure you had 5 more. And he loved you all the same regardless.
It was true that you sometimes got annoyed with him over little things, and you would fight occasionally. But it could only last for a couple of hours before one of you broke first and embraced the other in a much-needed hug. You would always stay like that for a long time— as long as the situation allowed. Because at the end of the day, loving him was a choice you had made, and you weren't planning to stop.
Minchan stops playing altogether once he reaches the slow ritardando at the end of the song and sets his guitar aside. He strides over to where you are sitting with a loving look and serene smile.
"Care if I join you under that blanket?" He tilts his head and you think he looks rather like a cat in the moment. You open the blanket for him to slip beside you under it. He laces his right hand with your left one and holds it comfortably on his lap, gently tracing the soft skin.
"Do you think I could replace this promise ring?" He questions slowly, fiddling with the small silver ring that he had given you almost 2 years ago on your anniversary. "You'll have to move it to your other hand." He reaches for your right hand this time, and slips off the ring that was on your left ring finger, pushing back onto your right one.
"Do you have it on you?" You ask in a giggle, butterflies already going wild in your stomach at the moment. You had always imagined what your proposal would be like— whether it would be grand or intimate. And you adored that Minchan had chosen the latter. To you, it felt even more special this way.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out another ring, this one a little bit fancier than the one he had just moved. He doesn't even have a ring box and as he starts to try to slip it onto your finger with his shaky hands you laugh at the clumsy nature of it all.
"I'm sure you already know how much you mean to me, hm? I've probably said it a thousand times— I'm surprised you're not sick of it by now." He laughs, probably to brush away some of his nerves in the moment.
"Dongheon said I should go all out with this since it's a special moment... But I just wanted to do what felt like us. I hope you don't mind that it's nothing big?"
You smile and shake your head, already overwhelmed at just the fact that he was proposing to you. It wasn't a perfect proposal, of course, but just that made it even more special to you.
"You still haven't asked me the question, love." You say through growing tears, but it breaks down into soft giggles at Minchan's sudden look of shock.
"Oh no- did I mess it all up? I really should've taken Dongheon's advice."
"No, no. Nothing is messed up or ruined. I accept either way. You knew I was going to accept." You prod him with a wide smile and he shrugs with a nod.
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure that you were going to accept." He says simply.
The statement brings a rush of surety through you. Minchan was always steadfast and trusting with you. He liked the feeling of knowing how you would react to certain situations — in fact, he prided himself in knowing you better than anyone else.
"But I should probably still ask, shouldn't I?" He adds after a second of thought. His eyes flicker up to yours and the amount of love that he bestows in his dark irises is almost inconceivable. "Will you marry me?"
You hum, satisfaction evident in your tone, "You already put the ring on."
You take the chance to pull him into a slow kiss the moment the formalities are all taken care of. Truthfully, you've been longing to kiss him since the moment you sat down by the fire to listen to him play, and the want only grew with every moment that he had you completely entranced with his every move.
Now that you finally felt his soft lips on yours, you can't help but sigh in content. He is everything you have ever wished for or dreamed of, and yet he somehow surpasses all your expectations with his own unique perfection. And in these moments, loving him is as natural as breathing.
