A/N: I usually use past tense but I will try to use present tense in this oneshot. Oh and this oneshot will be um... "messier" than usual. At first I thought of a different plot but changed it halfway so you could see why it doesn't seem plausible at several parts (the original is kinda dark and I dislike negative stuffs, which is why I dumped that idea). I don't like this one very much but yeah I will just post it anyway since I haven't published anything for a while now. The next oneshot will be much better (it's actually one of my favorite drafts so far), I promise (or I hope so).

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Yoo Jeongyeon is an independent woman. She works at a modeling agency and earns about $5000 per month. Being only 25 years old, she has already reached the peak of her career at that young age. Jeongyeon is indeed the living epitome of perfection. Visual, talent, money, family, love,... She has them all.

~♥~ Jeongyeon's POV ~♥~

"Baby, wait for me okay. I will be there in 5 minutes."

And the line drops, our call is disconnected.

I sigh.

This is the fourth "five minutes" already and it seems like he still hasn't started the engine yet. Will he even make it to our date today? I doubt that.

Looking down at my wristwatch to check the time, I notice that it was noon and in this summer weather, my leather jacket felt so suffocating under the tremendous heat of the sun.

Why did I decide to wear this heavy coat anyway?

Then again realization hits me.

The multiple red and purple marks on my arms stop me from choosing a short-sleeved shirt when I go out.

In all honesty I don't know how but Jimin has managed to leave hickeys on my entire body whenever we make love. Sometimes I wonder if he did research to be able to do it without hurting me. His love bites and handprints cover almost every inch of my tall figure.

Maybe since my skin is crazily sensitive, a tight grip is enough to leave a mark that lasts for a whole day, or even days after. Which just adds up to the enormous amount of money I have to spend on foundation.

Back to the main point, today he is suspiciously later than usual. Normally, he doesn't delay much, especially when it comes to me. And as arrogant as I might sound, I am not. Throughout our four-year-and-counting relationship, he has never had a tardy arrival because he always makes sure to inform me beforehand if there is any sudden business. He is the one who will be waiting when we meet up, not me. This caring action of his is just so sweet and fascinating that my heart can't help but to flutter everytime. Yet recently I haven't had an opportunity to meet him for, let me think, two weeks I guess.

Tired of standing for a long time, I squat down and start to count the reddish orange tiles on the pavement.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

...............

Ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-nine.

One hundred.

One hundred tiles. Only until then do I hear someone calls my name.

I look up from the sidewalk. Jimin is standing about three meters away from me, hands waving as if it wasn't him who decided to turn up late for an hour.

When I proceed to stand up, my legs suddenly wobble and my eyesight falls. I feel giddy and lightheaded to the extent of almost having a blackout but luckily I've managed to balance myself.

"Hey, are you okay?" He rushes towards my direction.

"Um, I'm alright." I guess it is because I have sat for too long so when I suddenly change my position, I just get dizzy.

"Sorry for making you wait." As if on cue, his hands secure my body, gently stroking my hair to calm me. Being in his strong arms is my favourite, I feel safe, protected.

"Are you still on for our park date or would you rather skip to lunch right away?" Jimin smiles at me.

"Lunch. I'm hungry." Honestly I feel disappointed and sad since he turned up very late, yet seeing his beaming face just makes all of my uneasiness disappear. Jimin has been keeping distance from me these days and I am worried that his love for me is slowly fading. He owns a big company, in fact, I'm afraid that if my relationship with him becomes known to the public, people will judge me as a gold-digger. My reputation in the fashion industry is still on the rise and still needs time to gain large recognition. I really hope it won't affect our love.

Jimin holds my waist and guides me to his car even though I have said I could do it alone. He insists on escorting me to go inside the restaurant before parking his car.

"Please take care of your health, hm, it hurts me whenever I see you unwell." He kisses me on the cheek, stroking my hair gently.

"I know. I'm on a diet so-"

"Jeongyeon." His face gets serious. "You've promised me you won't starve yourself. Your body is thin enough already, I don't see any fat." Jimin wraps his hand around me, making me relaxed as his aroma wafts my way.

"Jeongyeon, are you listening to me?" I wake up from my reverie. Wow I should really stop sniffing his cologne.

"Does the management ask you to go on a diet? Give me their number, they should get why eating is a must."

Oh here we go again, he's gonna lecture me now isn't he.

"I know I know. I'm not starving myself ok, if I was then why am I here to eat with you huh?" I reassure him. Right now I am not in the mood for his long-ass rhetoric about the importance of nutrients and such.

Jimin raises an eyebrow but choses to keep silent anyway, fully aware that he might sound too protective and overreacting for me. He should have got used to my constant diet by now, I mean, I'm a model. What do people expect models to be? Of course, being skinny is one of the key qualities. The competition is tough, new pretty girls join the race everyday and I must do my best to secure my career.

I rest my elbows on the table, looking anywhere but him to avoid a potential fight that could happen if we continued the 'health' topic.

"Here are your orders. Please enjoy your meals." The waiter kindly said placing the food on our table. Oh my did I order that many dishes?

"Jim–"

"You don't have to ask, yes I order a lot because I want to fatten you up." He laughs a bit at my annoyed face. Honestly speaking, I like to try delicious food, however I have a job to keep so these temptations are not helping at all.

"You are crazy." I simply rolls my eyes in response.

"Honey, don't be mad. I have a surprise for you later!"

"What surprise?"

"Say 'ah' honey..." I'm not a fan of public display of affection, it's lowkey embarrassing, but this is Jimin we are talking about, therefore I decide to let it slide and accept his spoon-feeding me.

"Tell me what my surprise will be please, pwetty pwease." Well that's my attempt at doing aegyo to him.

"A surprise is a surprise. You will know it soon, honey."

"Hmph!" I purses my lips. "You already spoiled it when you told me there would be a surprise. And now you are torturing me by not telling me what it is."

"Just to give you clues and prepare for it." He smirked with a hint of smugness visible on that handsome face of his.

"Fine, whatever."

Amused, Jimin leans in closer invading my personal space. "Look at you, pouting cutely like that. You are testing my patience huh?"

"Knock it off Jimin." I raise my hand to prevent him from kissing me.

"Ha ha you're the cutest when you're angry with me." He continues teasing me and I have to fan myself as my cheeks heat up. Gosh why am I such a sucker for his warm smile.

The rest of our lunch goes by peacefully, and sweetly too. He doesn't mention my healthcare again, we just focus on eating and chatting about our day.

"So where are we heading now?"

"Make a guess, babe." I chuckles at the endearment.

"Your apartment?" Ok I admit, I might be a bit different from my usual reserved image when I'm with Mr. Park here.

"Nice one. I'd love to but you got it wrong. Try again."

My playful self suddenly tempts me to mess around more, I smirk while deliberately unbutton my white blouse. I could feel the subtle change in his mood and how he almost steps on the break to freely... enjoy the view?

"Jeongyeon! You are gonna get us killed! You know what black lace bras do to me."

"Then you should also know that I mostly use black lace bras." Considering he is driving, I fix my top since, well I don't want to die young obviously.

"Jeong, who teach you to do that?" Cheeks blushing madly, Jimin asks me.

"Do what?" I feign puzzlement.

"Seducing me. Babe you are fully aware that I could change our destination at any moment, right?" Ohh I definitely am.

"Haha, absolutely babe."

"You're lucky that I love you."

Jimin pulls over and gets out first to open the car door on my side.

"After you, my lady." I like how he adresses me as his lady, which sounds almost too perfect in my ears.

"With pleasure." I gracefully accept his hand. He leads the way, our shoulders swaying and touching sensually.

We walk together to an open space. Wow I didn't know that such places exist in the crowded capital of Korea. It was a beautiful garden, filled with various type flowers, roses, tulips, carnations, daisies, orchids, lilacs and some that I don't know the name of them.

"So pretty..." My eyes couldn't stop staring at the mesmerizing scene. Did he... "You prepared all of this?"

Jimin smiles lovingly at me, nodding in response. How lucky I am to have such a handsome and thoughtful boyfriend like him.

Facing me at my front, he interlaces our fingers and I'm always amazed about the fact that our hands fit perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Tears well up and veil my sight, rolling down my cheeks as he kneels in front of me, his words sinking in like a magic spell.

"Jeongyeon, you are the best thing that've ever happened to me. You bring sunlight to my world, nothing could describe how much I love you. I know it seems sudden and all but... Will you be my bride?" His eyes are staring right through my soul, I can see nothing but sincerity and warmth in them. He pulls out a simple white chrome hearts ring from his pocket with our initial J engraved on it.

"I–" I want to say yes but I just feel so overwhelmed at the moment that I can't utter a complete sentence, why did I even doubt his love for me? My makeup is probably messed up from all the crying. The salty tears of love.

Never have I ever felt so happy in my entire life.

"I love you, Jeongyeon. More than anyone else."

Being the sucker for romantic actions as I am, I wipe my face and hug him while his knees are still on the ground. The position is awkward yet it cannot stop the waves of raw and overjoyed emotions I'm experiencing.
"I think I deserve an answer, Miss. Like right now please?" Jimin playfully joked, patting my back to assure me.

I squeeze him one last time before cupping his face. "I would love to be your bride."

Jimin heaves a euphoric sigh of relief. "Thanks God I was actually thinking that you might refuse. Sorry for not making time to be with you these days."

"It's okay." I sniff since my nose is a bit stuffy.

"You know, I actually spend every of those days working like crazy so that we could have more time on our own for our upcoming wedding."

"You've planned the wedding ceremony already?"

"You bet I do."

"Impatient huh, Mr. Park."

"Well I'm not gonna deny that, Mrs. Park."

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A/N: I know I cannot write sweet stuffs, really not my thing. 👀