In Another's Skin

Embers Of The Old House

Chapter 48: (Aaira's pov)

Jungkook's eyes were locked onto mine through the mirror, with an intensity that made me feel exposed. I struggled to meet his gaze, my own eyes cast downward as if ashamed to face the weight of my own emotions. He made me turn to look at him, as I sat face to face with him, I still kept my face downward. Jungkook gently cupped my face in his hands, his touch warm against my cold skin.

Jungkook: My Love, look at me.

He guided me to face him fully. The movement was slow, deliberate, as if he were afraid to push me too hard. Yet, his voice was soft, yet firm, compelling me to meet his eyes. I hesitated for a moment, my sorrow was making it difficult to lift my gaze. When I finally looked up, his eyes met mine.

Jungkook: You don't have to look down, your eyes should meet mine.

His words, though simple, were filled with profound meaning. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to respond. My eyes, still glistening with tears, reflected the depth of my pain.

Jungkook's hands moved gently to cradle my face, his fingers brushing away the tears that had escaped my eyes. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, as if he was trying to reach into the very core of my being and offer solace.

As he leaned in, his lips brushed against mine in a kiss that was both tender and full of emotion. The connection between us was more than just physical; it was an exchange of our shared grief, our love, and our unspoken promises. I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to fall freely as the kiss deepened. The warmth of his lips, the raw pain I felt inside.

In those little moments I realised, how we have got permission from divinity, we have got safety, security in each other. All the time, he's only mine, nothing else actually is mine without him. We both are two bodies and one life, never be separated from me.

We stayed in that kiss for what felt like an eternity, the world outside fading away as we were lost in each other. When Jungkook finally pulled away, his breath mingled with mine, both of us panting slightly from the intensity of the moment. His eyes searched mine.

Jungkook: I'll give you a ride to the old house.

His offer was met with a nod from me, a small sign of my acceptance. The thought of leaving the comfort of our home, even for a brief while, was daunting, but his presence made the idea a bit more bearable. Jungkook gave a soft smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, and motioned towards the door.

He called for the driver to prepare the carriage, I watched as he made the arrangements. The carriage was soon ready, and Jungkook helped me into it with a gentle hand. His touch was soft as he assisted me up the steps, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once we were settled inside, he took his place beside me. The ride to the old house was quiet, the clatter of the carriage wheels on the cobblestone streets the only sound breaking the silence. Jungkook sat close to me, his hand resting lightly on mine. Every now and then, he would glance at me with a look of quiet concern.

We are so complete together, that there is nothing that is lacking, however much I have to live, I want to live with him only, whatever way we live, it's for him only. He keeps travelling within me, keep passing with every breath.

We have fulfilled all the needs that are there for life, the intoxication that it is, it should remain, just the way it is, forever, and ever. Whatever this thing that has happened through us, it's love.

As the carriage rolled steadily through the crowded streets, Jungkook shifted closer to me. I felt his head gently resting on my shoulder, his breaths uneven as if he was struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I could sense his internal battles, the strength he wore so valiantly, and the vulnerability that lay just beneath it.