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The Proposal

"I am so happy to finally have another date with you," Seokjin effuses as he kisses your hand.

You flush underneath your scarf, nudging him. "I feel the same," you concur. 

After a small, enjoyable time at the pool a few days ago, Seokjin asked you on another date.Of course you happily obliged. He picked you up earlier as you said your goodbyes to (F/N) alone at your apartment. 

Today, he took you to your favorite place, with directions of course, a park overlooking a crystal lake. Seokjin wore the same attire as the last date, a fitted white dress shirt, black dress pants, black glasses, and black dress shoes, except his hair this time is more messy and natural. Unlike him, you wore a different outfit, an over sized grey sweater with a white scarf, a black short skirt, black tights, and white sneakers. 

This is perfect.

There are no disturbances. It is just you, Seokjin, and the lake.

Seokjin pulls you closer into his warm embrace, making sure you aren't freezing yourself without his touch. You clutch onto his arm tighter as you stare up at him. He simpers and kisses the crown of your head. Your stomach growls.

"I...", you defend, disturbing the peaceful silence, but you could only redden. he puts up his finger against your trembling lips and gestures for you to listen. You end your mumbling and listen, hearing a faint grumble. He points at his own stomach and laughs. You scoff and shake your head. 

"Don't worry, I brought some baby carrots and sugar cookies," he boasts, yanking out two containers from a bag.

Crossing your arms, you opine, "It's a bit contradicting, don't you think? Something healthy and something, well, unhealthy."

He stuffs a carrot in his mouth. "Carrots and cookies," he pauses to stuff a cookie in his mouthful of carrots," are both delicious. His protruding, stuffed cheeks bob up and down as he laughs at himself. To believe he's 26 years old.

"Eww that's disgusting," you giggle," get away from me!" You begin to run around the park bench you and Seokjin shared, as he starts to tail you. Both of you run another few laps before he snatches your wrist and twirls you towards his huge body. It all ends in laughter when Seokjin pushes you at the ground, trapping you between his arms. His legs wrap around yours, him above you, so close to you. His piercing eyes staring at you with compassion and sincerity.

You face up and instead of your dear Seokjin, you see Yoongi from years ago, trapping you on his bed. You try everything to wriggle free, but he holds on tight. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, then your precious lips. You squirm. The episode replays. Knowing you must not lose, you kick Yoongi away from you.

"Ah, shit, (Y/N).."

With your back against Yoongi, you hug your knees and cry your trauma away. You feel a palm on your shoulder and before you could land a punch, you're face to face with Seokjin again, his hand stopping your arm from moving any further as his other holds onto his stomach which you kicked. Your eyes widen in horror of what you just did, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

Seokjin sends you a firm and concerning look. "(Y/N), are you okay?" His grip loosens as he draws you closer to him. Your chin rests on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your waist. 

The wind blows the first snowfall of winter. Light and pure.

Your tears stop flowing down your cheeks as your heart slows down to a steady beat. You forget how comforting and important his hugs were. How they could stop you from going out of control. You fall limp in his arms, staying in that position before he brings you to his eyes. "(Y/N), are you okay?"