FALLING FOR YOU | KM [✓]°

25. Happy Anniversary

jimin's pov

waking up beside him is still my favorite thing in the world. two whole years have passed and every single morning feels like a quiet miracle. jungkook has shown me nothing but love, patience, and endless care since last year. i fall for him all over again every day. he is sweet in the softest ways, yet so steady and mature when it matters. he makes me feel safe, cherished, understood.

we have walked through our saddest memories together. there was a time when guilt used to eat him alive even after i had already forgiven him. i hated seeing that shadow in his eyes. i never wanted him to carry that weight forever. everyone makes mistakes. no one is born perfect, no one is a saint. people hurt others, they regret it, they cry over it, they learn. what matters is whether they are given a real chance to change. i chose to give him that chance because i believed in the man he was becoming.

holding grudges only poisons you from the inside. it fills your heart with bitterness, anger, blame, and endless what-ifs. you stay trapped in the past while life moves forward without you. forgiving is not about them deserving it; it is about freeing yourself so you can breathe again, so you can live in the present without shadows. forgiving him was the kindest thing i could do for both of us.

i did not want my husband to spend his entire life drowning in guilt and sadness. he is the man i love with every piece of me. the least i could do was open my heart again. i am so thankful for that night when he held me tightly and poured out every honest feeling he had kept locked inside. a stubborn part of me might have refused to listen if he had not been so raw and vulnerable. that moment changed everything.

i learned the hardest way that communication is the heartbeat of any relationship. when our marriage was sinking, it was mostly because of things left unsaid, assumptions that grew into walls, misunderstandings that turned into distance. we almost lost each other because we stopped talking honestly. i never want to reach that dark place again. speaking openly, even when it is scary, even when the truth hurts, keeps two hearts connected. it stops small cracks from becoming unfixable breaks.

maybe if we had parted ways back then, we would have found other people eventually. but the one who holds your firsts—your first love, your first deep heartbreak, your first real promise—that person never truly leaves your heart. they stay hidden in a quiet corner forever, no matter how many new loves come after. first love carves a space that nothing else can fill completely.

and i feel so lucky because jungkook is my first and my last. there will be no one else.

since i woke up earlier than him today, i decided to steal these peaceful minutes just to look at him. his face is so innocent when he sleeps, so handsome and calm. i never want to miss a second of watching him like this. if he catches me staring he will tease me endlessly until my cheeks burn bright red like a ripe tomato, so i try to be careful.

i let my eyes trace every soft line of his features. his dark lashes resting against his cheeks, his slightly parted lips, the way his hair falls messily over his forehead. he is strong and tough in the outside world, but here, in sleep, he looks so fragile, so gentle. my soft husband. my safe place.

his eyelashes start to flutter and my heart jumps. i quickly squeeze my eyes shut, ready to pretend i am still asleep, but his low, playful voice stops me.

“enjoyed staring at me, jimin-shi?” he murmurs, those big doe eyes already open and sparkling with mischief, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

i decide not to hide this time. “yes, i did, mr. jungkook,” i answer calmly, watching his smirk falter for a second because he clearly expected shy, blushing jimin instead of bold jimin.