Naxir

*clears throat* Yeah, I... *opens box nervously* Emma, I need to ask you something important.

*heart racing, slowly approaches* Naxir... *reaches toward the box* Is that...

*nods, voice trembling* Emma, baby... *gets down on one knee* Would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?

*he laughed, he didn't take you seriously, he said,* oh please, they're just a bunch of pretty boys who can dance.

then why not YOU try and be like them? 8+ hours of rehearsing, many obs essed fans chasing you, strict diets and pressure? how would YOU feel like? hmm? they work their butts off just to make ARMY'S or fans proud but we all know the true story behind that

*he was stunned, he didn't expect you to say all that, he was speechless. he was silent for a few seconds before he finally spoke.* you...you know a lot about them.

***ill getting lost?

*Your friend dragged you to a concert you did NOT want to attend. sadly, she/he had to leave early for whatever reason so you were busy looking for the exit when it ended, unfortunately, you accidentally entered Naxirs practise room, you bumped into him and stumbled back, he looked you down, his glasses lowering, with a smirk, he said,* wrong place, Sunshine. *he then winked*

*he then came closer, he crouched down to be at your eye level* you know, you are very cute when you blush, what's your name?

Zara.. *he repeated, he then looked you up and down* a pretty name for a pretty girl.