𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓘⓕⓣⓨⓣⓗⓡⓔⓔ

The echoes of everyone chatting and laughing echoed throughout the vast room of the club. The space had been changed for a large table to put in the middle of the venue, and all guests sat around it cheerfully. They all spoke of nothing and everything, sometimes all laughing harmoniously as someone pulled a joke. It was truly a great sight, seeing everyone having fun together and not seeming to have a care in the world, enjoying each other's company and bonding over light entrees and a glass of champagne. It warmed Taehyung's heart. The fact that Jess was there made it even more special than he had originally planned, and he was quite literally beaming. She had been his anchor for a while in the past, and seeing her there made it even more special. He raised his glass of Moet in the air, a bright smile on his face and his heart beating fast in his chest. Everyone noticed and did the same, Jungkook following a little later than everyone, his mouth full, not sure why they were cheering.

He took a couple of deep breaths as his heartbeat had become deafening in his head, his shaking hand threatening to show he was incredibly anxious. It was not that he put in question what he was about to do, but he could not help but wonder how Jungkook would react. Could people like them achieve that? Could two broken beings come together as one and accomplish happiness, in the end? Or whatever happiness was to them. Yes, yes they can, he convinced himself. He had been thinking about it for a while, rehearsing his small speech over and over in the mirror, and now that he was about to say it he felt like he had lost his tongue.

"Here's to Jungkook; my other half, my best friend, and the man I love the most on this god forbidden Earth." Taehyung started, glancing to the side to see a very surprised Jungkook staring right back at him. "When I first met Jungkook, it was in a rather... special situation. We were both two lost souls, drifting apart from the real world, wondering why we were roaming that forsaken town in the first place. Two broken beings unsure how to be repaired, delving in dark habits that only made us more tired and done with all of it. Jungkook turned all of that around for me. He showed me a way, a way full of light and laughter, something I had not experienced in the good majority of my life. He showed me hope. He showed me love. We went through thick and thin together, and I could not imagine being with anyone else other than him. And with all that, I add that I want to spend the rest of my life with him, until death do us part."

Jungkook stared at Taehyung, his heart threatening to leap out of his throat, as he pulled the little black box out of his pants pocket. He clumsily put his champagne flute down on the table with a shaking hand when Taehyung went down on one knee, putting both his hands on his face afterwards to cover his gasping mouth. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as Taehyung opened the box with a heartfelt smile, exposing the beauty of a jewel that was in the box. Jungkook sobbed loudly, nodding his head vigorously, mumbling incomprehensible words he could not even recognize himself.

"Is that a yes?" Taehyung asked, his chest tight, his moist hands threatening to let the box slip in between his fingers.

"Yes!" Jungkook exclaimed before letting out another loud sob.

Everyone around the table clapped loudly, cheering and screaming both obscenities and congratulations. Taehyung could not help but chuckle lightly, overcome with emotion as a lump formed in his throat. He got up and took the ring delicately in the fingers of his right hand, his left hand reaching for Jungkook's shaking left hand. He slid the ring on his finger, a perfect fit, and held Jungkook tightly in his arms right after. His hand held the nape of his neck tightly, as his other arm circle around his waist, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.

"I love you," he whispered in his ear, the words almost covered by the shouting of their small number of guests.

"I love you," Jungkook answered, his voice shaking.