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Taehyung entwines his fingers with Namjoon's, it's their first flight together and Taehyung's first flight ever and a twinge of fear bubbles inside him.
"Relax. Nothing is going to happen." Namjoon whispers in his ear, making the hair on the back of his nape tingle. Taehyung smiles as Namjoon lifts their combined fingers to his lips, kissing each of Taehyung's knuckles in a comforting gesture. They've been saving up for this trip since they first got together and now that it's finally happening Taehyung has a sense of fear; of the days going too quickly, of some ridiculous thing that could happen that could prevent his all important "plan". The weight of the little box inside his carry on bag sits heavy in his heart, he couldn't or wouldn't be able to handle hearing Namjoon say no. But he pretends that it's the flight that scares him. He looks at Namjoon, his hair in a short buzz cut following the mandatory conscription they both had to complete. It had been 21 months of torture, not being able to communicate save for monthly letters, Namjoon's eloquent words covering pages on pages and Taehyung attempting to reciprocate, resorting to doodles and drawings to express himself when words failed him. They'd try and fail in attempts of getting leave together but things never seemed to work out and days didn't match and Taehyung would turn to running through the pages of his book of pictures; Namjoon's dimpled smile, a little crab that crawled across Namjoon's palm or just him thinking unaware of being photographed until the camera's click was heard. Namjoon had a similar box, filled with little memoirs that he called Giyeok, or the firsts; the first guitar pick he had from the day he sang to Taehyung, pictures from their first date, flowers that Taehyung had given him on their first Valentine's day. It was treasured memories that kept them going, sunrises and sunsets knowing that they both were watching and thinking of the other.
Their trip was far from calm, Namjoon had somehow misplaced his passport and he, Taehyung and a kind stewardess searched their aisle until he found it under his seat. They had trouble filling their information sheet when they landed, trying to figure out where to write what despite Namjoon's well spoken English. They ran breathless across the airport to catch their next flight, bag wheels flying and a cup of coffee held in one hand. The coffee survives the run and Namjoon and Taehyung take turns sipping on it, breathless, exhausted and tired. They land in a sea of colour, tulips of every imaginable hue and it silences Taehyung his jaw dropping wide open. Namjoon can't help but chuckle and smile, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend's cheek as he stares stunned.
It's a week full of everything they love, bike rides across fields of never ending lush green grass, bright flowers blooming in very corner, the colours so lively and vivid Taehyung is afraid to reach out and touch them afraid that this is still a dream. They take ling walks by the river, sit and eat cheese and drink wine and beer under the warm sunlight. Holland is beautiful, breathtaking and wonderful. He can't help but feel inspired and when they finally turn in to their hotel room late at night, Namjoon scribbles down lyrics for new songs and Taehyung draws. Their days are numbered but well spent, trips to the Van Gogh museum and Anne Frank House, places that Taehyung and Namjooon have read and heard so much about and to finally see it with their own eyes... It feels like a dream, a happy one. But perhaps Taehyung's favourite memory is their last night in Holland.
"It's too late." Namjoon protests packing in the last of their clothes.
"Please Hyung?" Taehyung begs offering up his puppy eyed look that gets Namjoon every time.
Namjoon sighs, a sigh of a defeated man as he puts on his shoes. Taehyung jumps up excited and when Namjoon looks away he quietly checks his pocket. It's there safe and sound.
The Van Gogh-Roosegaarde cycle path is beautiful, Namjoon has no regrets coming here at the dead of night, a couple hours ahead of their long flight home. The pathway was inspired by Van Gogh's own artwork, A Starry Night. The rocks were painted with a special coat that absorbed light during the day and glowed green and blue during the night. Namjoon was stunned and amazed watching Taehyung smile at him under teal and turqouise lights.
"Hyung..." Taehyung whispers puttig his hands into his pocket and reaching for the box. They stop cycling and rest for a moment.
Taehyung breathes.
He gets down on one knee, and asks four words, four words that have been on the edge of his lips since he left Korea.
"Will you marry me?"
***
"Are you okay?" Taehyung asks concerned as he drives their car.
Namjoon nods part excited, part nervous.
"He's going to love us, he's going to love you. You're going to be an amazing father."
Namjoon nods although he doesn't believe the words yet. It's finally here. The day that they can finally adopt little Sejun. It's been two years of paperwork and documentation, many many sleepless nights and tears but it's here it's official. He, Kim Namjoon will be a father with his husband.
Namjoon can't help but reach for Taehyung's camera when they see Sejun. An image for his Giyeok, their first day of parenting. The picture will be his favourite, a small version would be in his wallet of Taehyung holding Sejun, both of them laughing and smiling.
The first time Sejun reaches across to hold Namjoon's hand and says for the first time "Appa?"