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Kim Taehyung was fully aware that everyone on set was going running as he walked away from the bright lights and chatter, he’d been hissing and snapping at everyone all day. There was a prickle under his skin that was getting worse every single time he needed to change outfits or have his face or hair touched up and his sentences were getting shorter and harsher as the day went on. They’d powered through lunch, which they did often on set, except usually his manager was there with Taehyung’s drink and some fruit that they would whinge and tease him about but feed him by hand.
This time he was handed crackers and a bottle of water by an intern and they’d practically tripped over their feet to get away from him when he’d glared at them.
“Hey,” Jeon Jungkook hissed and Taehyung glared at him too, but it didn’t have as much effect on Jungkook, given he was one of the photographers and had been friends with Taehyung for years. “Stop being an asshole.” Taehyung pursed his lips together, but he knew he was being difficult. The staff around him probably dealt with worse, but Taehyung had always tried to be friendly and kind, even when he was stressed and hungry and sore, but he couldn’t help the way everything about him just felt like it was on edge.
It wasn’t until close to three in the afternoon that a proper break was called for the first time since that morning, and Taehyung stalked out of the main area and toward the dressing room. He was hungry but he wasn’t going to eat anything else since there was still an outfit change and more photos that needed to happen, so his only thought was getting to his phone and calling–
“Hyung,” Taehyung’s eyes widened when he saw Kim Seokjin sitting in his dressing room, his heart jumping in his chest. “You’re here!” He blinked as he took in Seokjin’s unimpressed expression and then everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours caught up with him and his eyebrows sunk into a glare. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”
“I told you I had an early meeting,” Seokjin responded with an even tone, and that just pissed Taehyung off even more, the way Seokjin was always able to keep his emotions in check. Incredibly useful, given he was Taehyung’s manager and there had been many situations where Seokjin’s calm demeanour compared to Taehyung’s more dramatic flair had absolutely been the better action. Especially after they became involved with each other. Situations that Taehyung had purposefully put himself in to provoke Seokjin in public where it would have not been good if he had responded. Countless situations where Seokjin’s level head had been the better option over and over again, and Taehyung had appreciated that, but–sometimes it was frustrating when there was so much bubbling inside himself and he was the one being faced with Seokjin’s carefully composed expression. Or, slightly worse, the actual slips that were getting through Seokjin’s composure that were absolutely dissatisfied and that just pissed Taehyung off even more, and just made him want to provoke his lover.
“And I told you to wake me up–we hadn’t finished talking,” Taehyung snapped and Seokjin’s eyes closed briefly, his plush lips pressed together before he was exhaling heavily through his nose and leaning forwards in the chair.
“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin stated.
“Seokjin-hyung,” Taehyung mimicked back in the same tone and he felt a smug spark when he saw Seokjin’s eyes narrow and the corners of his mouth pinch together, an obvious response to Taehyung’s words.
“I had an early meeting,” Seokjin repeated, his words more clipped than they had been just a few moments before. “You needed to get to your shoot first thing in the morning and you didn’t need to be stressed before arriving.”
“Well, I was stressed when I woke up and you weren’t next to me!” Taehyung snapped, his voice rising, and Seokjin’s eyes widened, snapping up from the chair and crossing the room to slam the door shut behind Taehyung. Honestly, Taehyung didn’t care if anyone heard them, it was an open secret at this point that they were dating, he really didn’t give a shit who knew and while they had tried to keep it lowkey to begin with, it had been nearly two years at this point. People knew.
Seokjin still tried to keep up a facade, though.
“Keep your voice down,” Seokjin hissed as he turned around to look back at Taehyung and Taehyung just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. It was kind of hard, in the incredibly tight shirt he was currently dressed in, but he refused to adjust his stance. “Taehyung-ah, this isn’t something that we have to solve today.”
“I don’t understand why this is something that we have to solve at all,” Taehyung’s lower lip stuck out in a pout as his frustration and anger dissipated, and was replaced with something that ached deep down as the reason behind their fight and his bad mood settled over him. He wanted to be married to Seokjin. He didn’t understand why that was something that they had to solve–that made it sound like a problem. “If–if you don’t want to marry me, you can say no.” Seokjin blinked at him before letting out a groan and rubbing a hand over his face.
“I don’t want to say no, Taehyung-ah, shit–that’s the problem! That’s why there needs to be so much discussion!” Seokjin exclaimed and it was Taehyung’s turn to blink.
“So…You want to say yes?” He asked with a tilt of his head as Seokjin crossed the small dressing room and slumped back down in Taehyung’s chair, lifting his head to look up at the model.
“I wouldn’t have been stressing about your family and mine and if you wanted kids if I didn’t want to say yes, Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin grumbled, his hands covering his face as he let out another groan. “And how the fuck we would deal with the press.” That was all going to be a lot, and it was going to be stressful–Taehyung could recognise that. However all Taehyung could focus on was the fact that Seokjin wanted to say yes.
Seokjin wanted to marry him.
“You want to marry me?” Taehyung whispered in the air around them that suddenly didn’t feel anywhere near as stifling as it had just a few moments ago. Seokjin's exhale was heavy before he was dropping his hands and looking back up at Taehyung with kind eyes, the ones that were usually only reserved for Jungkook and Kim Namjoon. Taehyung, too, though–Seokjin pretended that he was immune to Taehyung's charms, and the way he had flirted for the first four years of his career before finally he had given the younger man a chance, but Taehyung had always gotten a lot of those soft looks from him.
“Of course I want to marry you, jagiya,” Seokjin murmured and Taehyung’s eyes widened before he lunged forward to hug his lover. “Ai!” Seokjin cried out but he caught Taehyung, straightening up a bit so that he was able to tug Taehyung properly onto his lap despite the fact that the chair definitely wasn’t made to hold two people. “This is why we shouldn’t have these kinds of conversations when drunk, Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin probably thought he sounded chiding as he petted his hand down Taehyung’s back, but all Taehyung heard was fondness. All Taehyung heard was that Seokjin wanted to marry him.
And okay, maybe Seokjin was right.
Last night, Taehyung had been out late with his friends, and a few of them had been celebrating the upcoming trips that they would be going on–to London, France, Venice, and New York. America. Where Taehyung could absolutely marry his boyfriend. The idea had been in the back of his head for a while, he had always been a romantic, but for some reason it had taken hold last night and not let go, and by the time he’d stumbled back to Seokjin’s apartment, where they both spent most of their time, the idea had stuck, and he’d proposed. Seokjin had been out with Namjoon and Min Yoongi and had been drinking himself and he looked completely taken aback by Taehyung’s proposal, which had been where things had first started spiralling downward.
As with everything, Seokjin had questions and worries. That was normal for him, something that Taehyung was used to, but in this particular case, after all the soju he’d had and how set he’d been on getting their friends to fly out to Las Vegas to meet them, it felt as though the questions were a slap in the face. Like ice cold water being dumped over his head.
Seokjin had clearly been able to see that Taehyung was taken aback by his questions, and he was also off balance himself, caught off guard by Taehyung’s proposal despite the excitement that had risen inside him at the thought. There were just so many things that they would need to sort out–just them dating was something that they had to try so hard to hide from the public and especially from the media. They both had work in the morning, Taehyung had a photoshoot and Seokjin had a meeting–in his head it would have just been better for them to discuss things later.
However, he should have known that the conversation would fester within Taehyung, given the lack of any real outcome.
“I’m sorry you didn’t think I wanted to say yes,” Seokjin murmured against Taehyung’s hair, ignoring how stiff it was from hairspray. “Of course I want to say yes.”
“Well, you kept talking about how we were going to tell Jiminie and when we could go and visit my grandmother and if I wanted to move out to a gated community and–”
“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin interrupted him, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder lightly to get his attention, forcing him to lift his head and look at Seokin, even if it was a little begrudgingly. “Jimin-ah is not only your agent, but your best friend. Telling him is probably the most important thing we need to do.” Seokjin was correct, although Jimin had been the one who had picked Taehyung up that morning, and Taehyung had told him everything, like he always had. He was honestly surprised Jimin hadn’t already contacted Seokjin to tell him he knew. “And since when do you make any big decisions like this without talking to your grandmother, hm?” Seokjin continued and Taehyung heaved out a sigh through his nose, because Seokjin was right again. “And I wanted to know about the gated community because–” whatever it was, it would be a good reason, in the light of day and with a sober mind, Taehyung was very aware of that.
“Okay, okay, I get it, I was being unreasonable, you want to marry me, you love me, kiss me,” Taehyung’s words all rushed together before he was greedily leaning in to kiss Seokjin. The man who wanted to marry him. Who had so many things he wanted to talk through because he wanted to get married to Taehyung.
In the back of his head, Taehyung was aware that he had been a bit dramatic and that he was incredibly lucky to have someone who dealt with it in their stride, and held him on their lap as he swung through emotions and then demanded kisses.
“We should go shopping for a ring this evening,” Taehyung said excitedly as he pulled back before either of them could get too into their kisses. “After I finish this shoot.”
“Can’t believe you proposed to me without even having a ring,” Seokjin grumbled. “What kind of man do you take me for?”
“One that loves me,” Taehyung responded without hesitation, leaning in to bump his nose gently against Seokjin’s, and Seokjin couldn’t hold back his smile as he shook his head.
“You’re a brat,” he muttered and Taehyung just shrugged, not bothering to try and argue against that. He really didn’t care, as long as he had Seokjin. He pursed his lips together and Seokjin made a face at him, as though he didn’t want to give into Taehyung’s request, but he did, like he always did, and Taehyung kissed him back firmly, not caring that his make up would need to be touched up.
“Taehyung-ssi?” There was a tentative knock at the door that obviously wasn’t coming from Jungkook, because Jungkook would have just stormed right in.
“He’ll be right out!” Seokjin called back and Taehyung pouted, wanting to stay exactly where he was.
“I don’t want to go back out,” he grumbled as he buried his face in one of Seokjin’s broad shoulders and Seokjin laughed, although the way he had been petting Taehyung’s back before had slowed, and Taehyung knew he was going to need to get up. He let himself drink in a few more moments with his boyfriend–his fiancée–before finally lifting himself up and holding out a hand to help Seokjin to his feet.
“Jungkookie has told me that you’ve been a menace today,” Seokjin arched an eyebrow at him. “Be nice to them for the rest of the afternoon, hm?”
“I will,” Taehyung sung out under his breath as he headed toward the door before he was turning back to face Seokjin once more with his lips puckered.
“No,” Seokjin said with a shake of his head. “Your make up is already messed up enough.” Taehyung didn’t care, making his eyes wider and pressing his lips together in a begging pout. Seokjin managed to hold his own for half a minute before he was leaning in and giving Taehyung a long, hard kiss. “Now go,” Seokjin told him, reaching out to smack him on the ass as he opened the door, and Taehyung giggled, his mood completely shifted from how it had been just twenty minutes before. Seokjin’s lips twitched in a smile as he watched the model go back out to the main area, to where Jungkook and the other photographer had been speaking, and the moment Jungkook’s eyes landed on Taehyung and saw the change in his mood, he looked back toward the dressing room. He grinned when he saw Seokjin standing there, waving over at him before his attention shifted back to his work, and Seokjin’s attention moved back to his lover as a few assistants swarmed around him. Taehyung’s eyes found him and his expression brightened as he saw Seokjin’s attention was still on him and Seokjin was unable to stop himself from smiling back at his lover.
His fiancée.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but Seokjin didn’t really care. All he wanted was Taehyung.