Jimin's pov,
I took Y/n on a dinner and she wore that dress I bought for her. She is really looking
pretty andl am nervous if she will accept my feelings or not. But l can feel that she has little love for me.I know I might be cold sometimes and busy in work but I really want to spend my every second with her.
Y/n." Jimin. This place is so pretty"
She said making me smile
Jimin-"Trust me you are þrettier"
l said and there she goes blushing again. I feel like she has a coþyright in blushimg but she looks way too cute with her red cheeks..
Y/n-" Let's just sit here'
She said making me to pull a chair for her. After settling down I clapped my hands and the food I pre ordered was served.
I must say eating food when you are nervous makes the food more tastier for me.
I suddenly held her hand and made
her to stand. She was looking confused but smiled when she observed that I made her
stand m a dancing þosition.My one hand was wrapped over her waist and other was holding her soft hands. Her one hand was intertwined with mine and other was resting on my shoulder.
If i die rieht at this moment I won't be having a single regret.
The slow music was so mesmerizing, her little giggles along with her sweet
talks made me feel like the whole world is in love and it's just not me.I was looking at her while she was talking continuously about something but I was busy memorizing her face.
There was a moment suddenly her eyes met mine and that is when I leaned in and
kissed her passionately. She kissed me back but after few seconds. Her hand which was
on my shoulder clenched a biece of my shirt in nervousness.I held her more closer through her waist trying to make our two bodies one but failed instead our soul mixed in love.
After a good minute breathtaking kiss I managed to pull out against my will and caressed her cheek with my thumb. She was looking down all time as if my eyes are going to bum her.
Jimin-" I Love You Y/n, I love you so much"
I finally said it but why do I fe4l like I
rushed things?"She looked at me and she had tears in her eyes, she was looking nervous. I panicked.
Jimin"Why a-are you ceryimg Y /n"
She tried to say something but
stammered. Her gestures her sweat is telling me that she is not ready to reciprocate my feelings. Maybe I really did rushed things. My heart is beating so fast but I really need to make it look cool.Jimin-" Is okay Y/n don't feel any pressure hmm?"
I said and kissed her forehead and
released her from my arms. She is looking down so i amJimin-" let's get back it's getting dark"
Oops, that came out colder than I intent
to. I really didn't mean to behave this way but I am shattered. I dom't know what to
say or do.I walked away and gave myself some time and also Y/n. I really feel rejected right now or maybe love is not in my destiny. Maybe she just accepts my hugs and kisses because l am her husband and nothing more.
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We amived in our room and basically the whole ride was silent. Y/n was looking at
me and then outside the window but I couldn't look into her eyes neither could I tell her that I am not okay with her not loving me.She made me fall for her but she doesn't
love me yet.Maybe I don't really know exactly how to show my love, that is why no one loves me. I walked inside as Y/n was walking behind me but then she called my name and I stood there frozen.Y/N' pov,
I don't know why I couldn't say him that Jimin 'I love you too'.
Why can't I bring myself to say these words to him. I love him and I know that but how can I assure him. He was looking so happy tonight and now his face looks so dull.
I messed up, I can't lose Jimin in this or any life. In order to amend my mistake I called him.
Y/n-"Jimin?" He stobbed. "Please turn around"-
To be continued :)
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