𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✔️

𝐃𝐚𝐲 4 : 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

"I like you so much, you have no idea Jungkook. I've liked you for so long because of your books."

Those words escaping Yasmine's mouth almost made my heart escape my chest.

I couldn't believe it. It wasn't worth believing.

I was definitely being delusional, this can't be real. It's a dream, it's - it's just my imagination.

I kept staring; at particularly nothing. I was struck, I didn't know how to react. It was something different for me.

I've written countless books with situations such as this, but never; never did I ever face such a situation myself. In my twenty four years of existence, I never felt romantic love.

Parental love? Yes
Sibling love? Yes
Platonic love? Yes
But romantic love? Never
It's funny because I've written romance a hundred times but never once was it relatable to me. For the first time now, I can't draw the line between my imagination and my reality.

My eyes shifted to her, I observed her face curiously; trying to read her expressions. Trying to make out if she was just joking.

But her eyes stared into mine; unapologetically; unwavering.

And I was again thrown into a trance. I was left wondering if what I'm experiencing right now is what I wrote for Jacinth and it's just my mind's play or something that's really happening to me; with the real Yasmine; with my Yasmine. Not Jacinth's, the girl of my story.

My mind was a cloudy haze now, everything felt like a mess. I wasn't sure of the differences between reality and imagination.

But the next step of Yasmine made sure to pull me into reality. To make me realise that it's indeed true.

True as it can be.

She stood infront of me and made me look into her eyes by holding my cheeks.

She said it again, she confessed again.

And then she asked me something. When she said that, her eyes carried the most genuine expression I've ever received from a woman who's not my mother, sister or friend.

I nodded, not even sure of it yet, I affirmed.

And then she made me fly all over the world, my feet not feeling the ground anymore.

Her face grew closer steadily and she placed her lips on mine. One of her hands on my cheek making me face her and the other in my hair; ruffling it.

She pressed her lips on mine with so much affection that I couldn't comprehend it. I kissed her back; not knowing how I naturally knew how to kiss.

She closed her eyes feeling my response and somehow I knew what to do next. One of my hands crept on her back and the other on her neck. We were pulling each other closer and closer, till there was no space left between us.

Our lips moved passionately in synchronisation, as if they were meant to feel the others'. And like I had wished, it suddenly started raining. Not a light drizzle, but a heavy downpour.

Just like it had happened when Jacinth confessed.

But my story, with my Yasmine, picked pace out of the blue and we were a lot steps ahead of the fiction.

Kissing in the rain.

Not a care in the world, just the feeling of love.

Scarringly beautiful.

The way I had always intended.

She broke apart after like two or three minutes, we were totally drenched but that made the situation more romantic.

"I love you Jungkook," she breathlessly said.

"I love you Yasmine, I really do," I answered back; with the most genuine of feelings.

My first kiss, Yasmine.

And just like that it had been four days since she first called me a stalker.

The third day was the best experience of my life, my first kiss with the first woman I extraordinarily fell for.

The day next to our first kiss was all about shyness and flirting.

I kept staring at her from beside her, while she read my book. It was an ecstatic feeling. She was reading my words so attentively. It felt like I had a listener, a real listener.

"Why are you staring at me continuously?" she asked me shifting her attention from the book.

"Because you're beautiful," I answered with my eyes carrying hearts; I was sure of that.

"I look just like an average woman does. Nothing special," she said nonchalantly.

"That's the thing. God has made everyone beautiful, an average person is indeed beautiful," I replied.

"You're just flattering me," she blushed, her fingers clutching onto the book.

"I'm just an admirer of God's art," I said to her and she stared back at me, her face flushed with numerous hues of red.

I love her.