"No way," I muttered as Jimin pulled up outside Tiffany & Co in his car, "No, I don't want a Tiffany ring,"

"Tough," Jimin grumbled, "They closed the shop for us. We are going in and you are going to pick a ring,"

"I don't want one," I said stubbornly, "It's too expensive, I wouldn't want to wear it. I don't like flashy stuff,"

"Tough," Jimin repeated, "Then I'll pick it. Fix your expression, people are expecting you to be happy and surprised,"

"But you told me we were coming here, how am I supposed to act surprised?"

Jimin sighed, "Why are you like this?"

"Because you're blackmailing me into marrying you," I smiled at him, and he nodded.

"Yeah, that face will have to do. Let's go,"

Jimin got out of his car and I was suddenly blinded by the amount of flashing lights around us. He moved around and once again helped me out, sliding his arm around my waist as he pulled me through the paparazzi and into the overpriced diamond shop. The staff immediately closed the door behind us, and we were almost dragged to the ring counter, where there were already rings with enormous diamonds and elaborate patterns laid out upon the glass surface.

Before I could even comprehend what was going on, Jimin shook his head and spoke, "No, these are too flashy. Bee won't like them, isn't that right, baby?"

"Uh," I opened my mouth dumbly to speak, as I was still trying to catch up to how fast we had moved from the car into the shop, and Jimin smiled, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"Still haven't figured out why we're here? I guess you will, soon enough,"

With his arm still around me, Jimin leant forward over the counter and pointed at a few rings behind the glass, and the assistants immediately pulled them out, placing them carefully in their little boxes on the surface.

I was shocked when I saw them; all simple white gold with a single small diamond in the middle, or a small cluster of diamonds. They really were pretty rings, and I was surprised that he chose them.

I watched as he carefully examined each ring, before settling on a thin white gold with a cluster of diamonds on the top in the shape of a small flower. He gave them my size and they packaged the ring in a box and a bag, and Jimin pocketed it before they read out the price.

"How much?!" I choked, finally breaking my silence, "Jimin, that's too much,"

"Not for you it isn't," He smiled at me, but his eyes were narrow, as if he were trying to get me to shut up, "Money means nothing if it's for you, Bee,"

I heard some of the female staff, "Aww" at his comment, and a few shot me jealous looks, but Jimin quickly paid and grasped my hand again, before leading me out. He quickly pulled me through the camera men outside and put me in the car, before climbing in himself and pulling away.

"That confused look actually worked this time," He mused, "But try to at least pretend to be happy when I propose,"

"Jimin, I agreed to marry you, but I don't want a publi-" I cut myself off, suddenly realising something, "How did you know my ring size?"

Jimin shrugged, "I measured your finger when you were asleep last night,"

"That's so creepy!" I exclaimed, "Creep! Pervert!"

"Shut up," Jimin rolled his eyes, "You were sprawled out over my sofa and wouldn't wake up, so I just did it myself,"

I sighed as I reached down to rub at my ankles. I still wasn't used to wearing heels; wedges or not, and my ankles and feet were really sore. Not to mention that I still couldn't balance in them.

"Jimin," I said, "I'm not sure I can-"

"We're here," Jimin spoke over me just as I was about to tell him that I wasn't sure I could walk anymore. I know we'd barely walked today, but I was still in pain from wearing the heels previously. I looked up and out of the window, to see a posh looking restaurant.

"It's lunch time," He said, unbuckling himself, "And I'll propose in here, so better get yourself ready,"

I sighed and nodded, and he got out of the car and once again came around to me. He took me by my hand and pulled me out and inside, where a waiter led us to a table without even asking.

"I own this place," He said as I looked around in shock, "You should already know that though, seeing as you came for an interview at my company,"

"Sure," I huffed, sitting down at the table. Jimin tucked my chair in; something I hated when it came to dates. I always struggled with the timing - when do I sit? When do I lift up for him to push? It just confused me. As usual, I got it mixed up and instead had the chair jammed into the back of my legs.

Jimin seemed not to notice, however, keeping up his 'loving boyfriend' act, and sat opposite me, a smile on his face.

"Remember to talk to me as if we are dating," He hissed quietly through his smile.

I forced a smile on my own lips and nodded, "Of course,"

A waiter passed us both a menu and I looked at it in confusion, "Jimin, I don't even understand what most of this is," I said as the waiter stepped back.

Jimin looked like he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes, "Allergic to anything? Dislike anything?"

"I'm allergic to pineapple, and I don't like chicken very much,"

"I'll order for us both, then,"

Once our food had arrived, Jimin, surprisingly, made a great effort to talk to me, but I just wanted to eat. The food was delicious, and I was barely listening to what he was saying, and was just answering with whatever came into my head first.

"Bee," I heard him laugh and looked up from my food, to see him leaning over. He wiped my lip with his thumb, before licking it clean with his own tongue, "So messy. You like the food that much?"

I blushed a little and nodded, "It's delicious,"

"Good," He smiled. He narrowed his eyes then, and looked out of the window behind me, "It's go time," He said, "There are cameras here already,"

"You seriously get your photo taken everywhere you go? That must be exhausting,"

He smiled at me then, and it felt like a genuine, if not slightly sad smile, "I'm used to it. But no not this much usually. It's because I have a pretty girl with me, and I never have girls with me,"

I frowned slightly at the compliment, but he moved his hand to his inner pocket, which he had put the ring in earlier.

"Bee, I know we haven't been together for a huge amount of time, but you really have changed my life for the better. It feels as if I've known you since I was just a child, and I really can't imagine life without you anymore,"

"Jimin-"

"Bee, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," He slid out of his chair, and despite knowing that this was all fake, I could feel my cheeks burning. He pulled the box out of his pocket as he dropped to one knee, opening it infront of me, "Please would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

I stared at him, my eyes wide. For some reason, his face and the way he was kneeling seemed so familiar to me. I stared for a moment longer, until the flash of a camera snapped me back to my senses.

I put my hands over my mouth, not really pretending to be shocked, as for some reason, my heart really was pounding.

"Jimin, I.." I could see the desperation in his eyes as more cameras at the window began to go off, and got to my feet, nodding my head.

For a second, I actually believe the smile on his face was genuine as he stood up and hugged me tightly to him, but the cheers around us drowned out his voice as he spoke.

"Took you long enough to answer,"

He pulled away and grasped my cheeks in his hand, pulling me in towards his lips. His lips stopped just shy from touching mine but the flashes from the camera went wild before he stepped back.

Lifting my hand with his, Jimin slid the ring on my finger and kissed the back of my hand, "Now it's time to call a press conference," He said, gently pulling me out of the restaurant and into the now huge crowd.

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AN: I'm sorry this one is so slow moving! I promise, something will happen soon!