This chapter contains content relating to sexual assault and violence which may be triggering to some readers.
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Her Point of View
Jeno immediately held my hand once again as soon as the two elder men stepped outside my room. He gazed at me with soft and gentle eyes.
I love it when you look at me that way.
"I missed you." He said, his eyes giving a hint of sadness.
"I almost gave up." I confessed and felt a slight grip from Jeno's hand. "I wanted to."
He kissed my hand. "It'll never happen again. I promise."
I nodded.
Comfort.
This was something only Jeno could give me out of all the people in the world.
It was something only him and I understood whenever we're in each other's presence.
We were never the type to whisper "I love you"s under the moonlight or call each other by sweet nicknames. We had more misunderstandings and betrayals than romantic moments.
We're both feisty and hot-headed, but most times, I could feel how different we are.
I used to think that love is like a puzzle that fits perfectly— perfect and made for each other.
Jeno and I aren't like that. We may be puzzle pieces from different boxes, but at the end of the day, we choose to be with each other. We'll hold and accept each other even if our puzzle pieces do not fully fit.
Because that's how our love is; brave and understanding.
"I'm really sorry, Haera." Jeno whispered.
"Enough with the apologies, Jeno.... Okay?" I gave him a small, reassuring smile.
He looked away and yawned.
I chuckled. "You should sleep. I know you're tired."
"I'm fine." He replied.
"Liar." I blurted out.
Our eyes locked once again. And for a moment, I felt his intense gaze softening at our eye contact.
My hand instinctively snaked to the back of his neck and I pulled him closer to my face, landing a soft kiss on Jeno's lips.
I could feel Jeno accepting and deepening the kiss.
His warm touch lingered at the back of my neck.
This is it.
This is exactly how it feels to be loved— to be protected and cared for.
This is the kind of feeling only Jeno could give me.
He is the only man who could soften my tough external mask. He is the only person who can make me remember who I truly am.
He brings out the real me.
