Eternal love

Midnight

y/n pov:

As I slowly stirred from sleep, the morning sun shining through the curtains began to seep into my consciousness. My hand instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Jeongin's presence beside me. However, my fingers brushed against cool sheets, and a pang of disappointment fluttered in my chest.

I open my eyes, I scanned the room, hoping to find him nearby. The realization sank in slowly that he left.

I pulled the covers closer around me as I glanced around the room once more, wishing that he would appear in the doorway, like he always does. His absence felt palpable, a void that made the room suddenly feel larger and quieter.

I finally came to my senses and remembered last night. The warmth of his lips on mine, I  remember the feeling of finally kissing him, It felt surreal.

I sighed as my arm subconsciously went under my pillow, and I felt something crinkle beneath my fingertips. I pulled it out and found myself holding a picture of Jeongin and Isabella. The image was slightly worn at the edges.

A pang of pain tugged at my heart as I studied their expressions. They looked happy together. I never asked Jeongin about her, I guess I was to scared to hear that he still loves her, which I'm certain that he still does.

I could already tell that today is going to be a hard day. so I tried to keep myself busy so i wouldn't think of Jeongin that much. I grabbed my favourite books, a blanket and headed to the beach. I spent the whole day reading and tanning.

Even though I missed Jeongin, a part of me didn't want to see him. Isabella never left my mind. The thought of Jeongin being so happy with her killed me. I didn't like the idea of him still loving someone else.

As the sun started to go down, I didn't rush to go home. I sat there watching the sunset until it got dark...

An hour had passed, and darkness had settled over the beach, I was the only person there.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing, and the cool wind carried a sense of calm that I desperately needed. It felt good being on my own.

I watched the moon's reflection on the water's surface. The idea of ending things with Jeongin tugged at my mind, a decision I couldn't shake. Could I truly walk away from him, knowing how much he meant to me?

But the image of Jeongin and Isabella, their happiness together, haunted me. It was a shadow that loomed over every moment we shared, making it hard to fully embrace the love he had confessed. I was leaving in two weeks, and maybe it was best to part ways now before the goodbye became even more painful.

As the night deepened and the stars began to dot the sky, I finally decided to head home. I walked slowly, each step deliberate, not rushing to see Jeongin. The cool night air was refreshing, and I took my time, allowing the sounds of the ocean to fade into the distance as I left the beach behind.

As I approached my home, I slowed even further, almost hesitant to reach my doorstep. Part of me wanted to turn back, to keep walking and avoid the inevitable conversation that awaited me. But I knew I couldn't run from this forever. I needed to face Jeongin.

Finally, I reached my door, pausing for a moment before turning the key in the lock. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. I knew Jeongin would appear soon, as he always did when night fell. But for now, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, to prepare myself for the difficult conversation ahead, As much as I dreaded it.

When I opened the door to my room, I saw Jeongin standing by the window. He turned around, and his eyes widened in relief as he saw me standing in the doorway.

"Y/n, where the hell have you been? I was worried about you," he said, striding over to hug me. His arms wrapped around me tightly, the warmth of his embrace momentarily soothing me.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I needed to say pressing down on me. Gently, I pulled back from his embrace and looked up into his eyes. "Jeongin, we need to talk," I said softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

His expression shifted, concern etching deeper lines into his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, motioning for him to join me. As he settled next to me, I gathered my thoughts, searching for the right words to express the storm of emotions swirling within me.

"I found a picture of you and Isabella," I began, my eyes locking onto his. "It was in the attic. I've been keeping it under my pillow and sort of forgot about it until today, but seeing it again brought up a lot of feelings I've been trying to ignore."

Jeongin's eyes widened slightly, and he took my hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. "Y/n, Isabella left me..." he said.

"I know that" I replied, squeezing his hand. "But seeing you two together, looking so happy, made me question things. I couldn't help but wonder if you still had feelings for her."

He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "I don't. Isabella and I have a history, yes, but she left me and I couldn't move on, I thought that she loved me, but I don't think I knew what love really meant until I met you. Last night, when I confessed my feelings, I meant every word."

I nodded, and looked down, not wanting to see his face at what I'm about to tell him. "I'm leaving in two weeks, Jeongin," I said, my voice tinged with sadness. "Maybe it would be easier if we ended things now, before it gets even harder."

Jeongin's face fell, and he looked at me with a mix of desperation and determination. "No," he said firmly. "We can make this work, y/n. We still have time together, and I don't want to waste a single moment of it. We can figure things out, I promise."

His words hung in the air, filled with hope and resolve. I wanted to believe him, to trust that we could figure this out. As I looked into his eyes, I saw the sincerity and love that had drawn me to him in the first place.

"Alright," I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips.

Jeongin finally looked relieved , and he pulled me into another embrace, holding me close. In that moment, I felt hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to make this work.