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XXVIII :: Lovers in The Night

"She walks alone 'neath the moon's soft glow,
As he dreams of her in fields of snow.
Their unborn child, a symbol of love's grace,
In a world torn by conflict, a beacon in space."

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

In the humble confines of the orphanage, Cheon Seok and Mai found solace in the simplicity of their love. The room, adorned with threadbare curtains and worn-out furniture, became a little jar  for their dreams. As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the faded wallpaper, Cheon Seok took Mai's hands in his, eyes gleaming with affection.

"Promise me, mi amore," he murmured, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room. "No matter what happens in this war, you'll hold onto these memories, our moments together."

Mai nodded, a tender smile playing on her lips, the promise of the future nestling within the gentle curve of her belly. "I promise, Cheon Seok. Our love will endure."

With meticulous care, she crafted rice dumplings and balls, a quick recap to their  past and the meager surplus they had saved. Each morsel bore the flavor of their  struggles and the anticipation of a future yet to unfold.

Beside the modest table, Cheon Seok opened a worn sketchbook, its pages a chronicle of their love. His skilled hands traced the contours of a landscape, a masterpiece in the making. "Imagine, love, running through these autumn leaves, our happiness immortalized in these strokes."

Mai's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's like a dream, Cheon Seok. A dream I never want to end."

As the scent of rice and the strokes of Cheon Seok's pencil intertwined, their love became a tapestry woven from the yarns of simplicity. In the background, a vintage radio played tunes from an era long gone, the melodies weaving a backdrop to their shared hopes and stories untold.

In the quietude of that evening, Cheon Seok and Mai exchanged words that resonated with the promises of forever. Their laughter and whispered dreams filled the room, transcending the hardships of 1950. The promise of a better tomorrow flickered in their eyes, and as they embraced amidst the simplicity of their surroundings, their hearts beat to the rhythm of a love that defied the constraints of a war-torn world.

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

I stood before Y/n's door, my heartbeat echoing the anticipation of a crucial moment. I was hesitating for a brief moment before knocking, and when the door opened, I was met with Y/n's casual smile, a façade that concealed the complexity beneath.

"Hey, Jungkook. What brings you here?" Y/n's voice was steady, masking the unspoken tension that lingered between us. But she called me Jungkook.

"Is it okay if I come in? Like, if it's not disturbing you..." My words felt uneasy as I started speaking.

"Oh, sure! Come in. It's okay."

As I stepped into her room, my eyes were drawn to the bed adorned with a colorful array of clothes. The sight captivated me, and for a fleeting moment, I found myself lost in the imaginary realm of Y/n wearing each outfit.

"You have a lot of nice clothes. I mean, really nice," I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity.

Y/n chuckled, "Oh, these? Just some old stuff. I'm cleaning up."

The room held a certain charm, a reflection of Y/n's personality. Intrigued, I began to wander around, my eyes grazing over the variety of dresses that adorned hooks and shelves. Some were vibrant and lively, while others exuded a timeless elegance. My mind embarked on a journey of imagination, picturing Y/n in each outfit – the simple, classy, and modest dresses that seemed to resonate with her essence.