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“Not bad,” you murmur to yourself, staring at the small, yet cozy-looking room in front of you. Being brought up in a rich family in America has raised your expectations and spoilt you for sure. On further inspection, you quickly spot the gold mic Yuki keeps talking about. Yuki is your best friend, your former roommate and, Jimin’s wife. 

Out of everyone in the whole world, Yuki’s eyes land up on your boyfriend’s best friend. That too in a surprise birthday party you had arranged for Namjoon. What’s even more surprising is the fact that she and Jimin somehow spend more time than the two of you do, and even got married before you did. 

And speaking of Namjoon, you doubt he would even make it to the date this month. Firstly, extra time as the leader. Extra dance practice as it takes time for him to adjust to the beats. Extra studio hours since he’s involved in the composition of all the new songs. And finally, stupid, extra time with all the managers, since they’re promoting in America. And he’s the only one who’s fluent in English. Video calls, although convenient, doesn’t make anything better since…it’s a video call. A small reminder that he’s far away from you. You can’t watch movies together, cuddle under the soft teddy blanket, make out in the rain- gods! You don’t get to go on real dates?! It’s a miracle (and love, of course) that your relationship has been steady for eight years. 

You quickly switch on the Karaoke box and start shuffling through the playlist searching for something soothing and peaceful. Some English, some Korean and most Japanese. “Aha!” you exclaim in excitement after spotting your favorite song, Heartbeat. Yep, others might think it’s not one of their best, but you can’t seem to walk away from the idea of fate and destiny. Namjoon and you together? Destiny. 

You quickly press the play button and pick up the mic lying on the sofa. The soft beats begin, trying its best to calm your racing heart. Though all alone, you’re still nervous. What if someone walks in? What if your voice is way too hoarse? What if people in the other rooms start laughing listening to you?

Before you have time to collect and prepare yourself, the song greets you with Taehyung’s part: “It leaves me feeling seasick…”

“Baby…” you continued singing watching the English subtitles for reference. Crap, you sound so pathetic. But, being your favorite, you continue.

“It spins me around and drives me crazy, hannaje tteun dal gateun nainga bwa..”

You could sense your voice wavering when you sing. Nope, not because you’re nervous, but because how much you relate to those lyrics. 

There wasn’t a single night when you haven’t thought about your relationship with Namjoon. The way you hid from Saesangs when the two of you met at the library in Osaka. The way he poured the Americano on your shirt (you still thank god that it was cold!) during your second encounter in Seoul. How the two of you met for the third time under the cherry blossoms a few weeks later in Tokyo. That’s when you believed that you would meet each other once again. You still remembered Joon’s expression that evening under those pink flowers. Probably the moment when two rationalists started believing in fate.  

“And every time our heart, beats, bal matchwobwa dashi…” 

‘What if the two of you meet again today?’ you wondered, enjoying the cheesy, pathetic idea like a kid while singing Jungkook’s part ‘I’m feeling the destiny in me.’  

“When you hear my heartbeat baby, you give new life you give me new birth…” A deep voice harmonizes with you. You instantly turn back and cover your mouth in shock. Namjoon smirks, giving you a quick thumbs up whilst singing-rapping his part perfectly as ever. He points at you when he says the word ‘universe’ making you blush miserably.

“Korean is hard to pronounce.” You reply, closing the gap between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, Namjoon’s hand have already claimed your waist. He gently pushes you down on the sofa and connects his lips with yours.

“You know how much I missed your soft lips?” he asked, pulling you closer. He rests his head on your shoulder, his hand busy caressing your cheeks. You merely lie on his shoulder, one hand playing around with his hair, while the other holding the mic. 

“You made me miss Hoseok and Yoongi’s part.” You pout. “My bias and bias wrecker.”

“Aww…then what am I?” Namjoon playfully asks his heart-eyes staring at his one and only. 

What do you think you are?” you asked, mouthing the word “Destiny”.

Namjoon smiled. He knows that word quite too well. Destiny was a huge part of his life, even before you made an appearance in it. Every time someone mentions the word, he could hear Seokjin laughing, smile at Yoongi’s gummy smile and Hoseok happy claps, enjoy Jimin’s hug, Taehyung’s boxy smile and Jungkook’s shy one. 7 of them from different walks. Every single moment with them was a part of his destiny. And he couldn’t be happier. 

“My hearts on fire for your love…” Namjoon sings his dimples on full display.

“My hearts on fire for your love” you sing back, staring at him. “I thought you weren’t going to make it this time too.” You replied, turning your gaze towards his owl hoodie. “I missed you. A lot.”

“I’m sorry, I missed it last year.” He replies, slowly breathing into your neck. “I would never do that again. I tried calling you multiple times today on your phone and- “

“Holy shit!” you quickly get up and search all around the sofa. “My phone is missing! Oh My God, how can I be so irresponsible! I thought it was just- “

“Y/N, relax.” Namjoon pulls you back into his arms. 

“How can I be when- wait, how did you…get it?” you ask, quickly taking the phone from his hand. 

“You left it at home, silly.” Joon gently smacks you on the head. “Yuki told me that you were in here. So, I went home, picked your phone up and came right here.”

“Oh…Thank you, Joonie!”

Joon just chuckles. The two of you just sit silently, enjoying each other’s presence. Namjoon just stared at the ceiling, his hand never losing hold of yours. You, simply stare at Joon and his perfect features, thinking about going to the beach together.  

“Do you have any plans for today? How about the beach? Or an art museum?”

“Hmm…” Namjoon sighs. “How about something better than that.”

“Something better?” you ask, eyeing him curiously. 

“Yeah, like becoming my fiancé?” Namjoon turns to you, clumsily pulling out the box. You, being way too shocked stare at him dumbfounded. 

“Um…hello?” Namjoon shakes his hand in front of your eyes, hoping for a better reaction.

“Don’t you want to be Mrs. Kim?” 

“Joon…I…” your voice begins to choke, as soon as your brain starts collecting itself together.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to Y/N, I-“

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! Yes Yes YES! I would love to be Mrs. Kim!” You jump on him, laughing in excitement and relief. “I love you Joon!”

“I love you too.” Namjoon giggled like a cute little kid. “I thought you were about to cry.”

“Oh, I was going to. But that would be so cliché so…nope!”

“You are so weird.” Joon laughs and immediately starts attacking you with kisses. 

The two of you laugh and proceed to have fun by tickling each other. After becoming completely exhausted, Joon quickly pulls you up and makes you sit on him. 

“How about we go crab hunting tomorrow morning?” You asked, bopping his nose with your finger. “Anything with you is fun. But first,” Joon took a hold of your left hand. He quickly opened the navy-blue box that he had kept aside on the table, revealing the beautiful sapphire ring. He slowly picks it up and inserts it into your ring finger. 

“Happy nine years, my love.” He replied, leaning his head on yours.