Forbidden Desire | J.JK

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Leaning against the sturdy doorframe, my gaze fixated on the mesmerizing sight of my boyfriend meticulously packing his belongings into his suitcase.

A gentle breeze caresses my face, as if whispering secrets of the impending separation that looms before us.

With utmost care, he perches himself upon the floor, his nimble fingers gracefully folding each pair of pants, bestowing upon them a sense of order and purpose.

These garments, once strewn haphazardly across the room, now lay within his suitcase, nestled alongside his cherished collection of t-shirts.

Our once tranquil sanctuary, our shared bedroom, now bears witness to the chaos that ensues as he prepares to embark on a journey unknown. The floor, once a pristine canvas, now lies strewn with his belongings, a poignant reminder of the love and memories we have woven together.

"Let me help you," with a tender gesture, I unfold my arms, relinquishing the protective barrier that had shielded my vulnerable emotions.

Slowly, I traverse the room, my footsteps echoing softly against the worn wooden floorboards.

The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, reminiscent of a clear summer sky. The color brought a sense of tranquility to the room, making it the ideal space for relaxation and rejuvenation. The windows were adorned with sheer white curtains that allowed the sunlight to filter in, casting a warm glow on the room.

In the center of the room stood a large, comfortable bed. It was the epitome of coziness, with fluffy pillows and a plush duvet.

On either side of the bed, matching nightstands stood proudly. My nightstand was cluttered with books, journals, and a collection of scented candles. I loved to read before bed, losing myself in the pages of a good romance novel or jotting down my thoughts in my journal. Jimin's nightstand, on the other hand, was neat and organized. It held a small lamp, a glass of water, and his trusty alarm clock. He was a man of routine, always waking up at the same time every morning, ready to face the day.

Above the bed, a gallery wall showcased our favorite memories together. Photographs of our travels, our friends, and our families adorned the wall, reminding us of the love and happiness we shared. Each photograph held a story, a precious moment frozen in time.

In one corner of the room, a cozy reading nook beckoned. It was my favorite spot, a place where I could curl up with a good book and escape into another world.

As I settle beside him, the warmth of his presence envelops me, offering solace in this bittersweet moment. Together, we sit upon the floor, a united front against the impending separation, as we meticulously fold and pack his treasured possessions.

Jimin and I, bound by the threads of fate, have been together for more than five years now. Our paths converged in the vast realm of the digital world, where a dating app served as the conduit for our serendipitous encounter. It was a time when my heart lay shattered, a mosaic of pain and sorrow, as my ex-boyfriend callously dumped me over another girl. Little did I know that this seemingly innocuous attempt to heal my wounded soul would unfurl into a tapestry of profound emotions.

From the very beginning, the chemistry between Jimin and me was nothing short of extraordinary. The depths of our understanding knew no bounds, and we became pillars of unwavering support for one another. As the sands of time trickled through the hourglass, our love burgeoned, blossoming into an unbreakable bond.

Two years into our relationship, a decision of paramount significance beckoned me. The allure of my hometown, Berlin, paled in comparison to the magnetic pull of Jimin's embrace. With a heart brimming with audacity, I made the audacious choice to forsake the familiarity of my hometown and move to Seoul, where our love would find its sanctuary.