This Bond Of Love || Lee Heeseung

🌸Love In Hiding

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Being with Heeseung feels like home, but my mind whispers that I've been here before. Sometimes I feel like I've known Heeseung forever, but forever isn't long enough. In his arms, I find solace; in his eyes, I see a familiar stranger.

~ Kim Nina 

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Nina's pov 

My mind was a jumble of emotions, thoughts racing like a runaway train. Heeseung, my boyfriend, my love, my... could he be? No, it was impossible. Yet, the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced.

What if he was? What if Heeseung was the same person I had loved and lost all those years ago? My childhood sweetheart, my Bambi?

The thought sent my heart into a tailspin. I didn't know what to feel, how to process this possibility. Part of me wanted it to be true, to believe that fate had brought us back together. But another part of me was terrified, unsure if I could handle the truth.

What if he didn't remember me? What if he didn't feel the same way? What if...

I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the present moment. Heeseung and I were happy together, and that's all that mattered. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be ignored.

As I looked into his eyes, I searched for answers. Did he know? Did he remember? The uncertainty was killing me, but I couldn't bring myself to ask.

Heeseung's hand brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I was living in a dream, unsure what was real and what was just a fantasy.

If he was my childhood sweetheart, did that mean our love was meant to be? Or was it just a coincidence, a cruel joke played by fate?

I didn't know what to believe, but I knew one thing - I couldn't imagine a life without Heeseung. And that was all that mattered, for now.

As I gazed into Heeseung's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over me. It was as if I had known him my entire life, not just the past few months we'd been together. His little habits, like clenching his fists unconsciously when he was upset or angry, or the way his eyes glossed over with hidden sadness when he was around me, felt like a warm embrace from a long-lost friend.

And then there were the times he was shy, laughing with his hand covering his mouth while saying "no" in a way that made my heart skip a beat. Or when he was happy, sparkling like a ray of sunshine that lit up the entire room.

Every moment with Heeseung felt like a déjà vu, a reminder of a love I thought I'd lost forever. My childhood sweetheart, my dear friend, Bambi - that's what I used to call him. The nickname echoed in my mind like a whispered secret, a painful reminder of what could have been.

But here we were, together again, our love blossoming like a flower in spring. And yet, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was reliving a memory, that our love was a second chance at something that had been taken away from us too soon.

Heeseung's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like he could see right through me, to the depths of my soul. Did he feel it too, this sense of familiarity, this connection that went beyond words?