Oneshots of Park Jihyo

Meet me in the pale moonlight (Y/n POV) pt.3

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself eagerly anticipating each evening when I could visit Park Jihyo. Our meetings became a cherished routine, a time for us to escape from the constraints of our respective worlds and connect on a deeper level. Each visit was filled with laughter, intriguing conversations, and a growing bond that was both thrilling and comforting.

One evening, as I arrived at the manor, I noticed something different about the atmosphere. The air seemed charged with a sense of anticipation, and the manor itself felt more alive than usual. I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen.

Park Jihyo greeted me with her usual grace, but there was a new glimmer in her eyes, a spark of excitement that she couldn't quite hide. "I'm glad you're here," she said, her voice tinged with an unusual energy. "I have something special planned for tonight."

My curiosity was piqued. "What's going on?"

She smiled mysteriously, leading me to a different part of the manor I hadn't seen before. The corridor was lined with beautiful paintings and intricate tapestries, creating a sense of timeless elegance. We arrived at a set of ornate doors, which Park Jihyo opened with a flourish.

Inside was a room I had never seen before. It was a library, filled with shelves of ancient books, delicate artifacts, and comfortable seating. The room was softly illuminated by candlelight, casting a warm, inviting glow over everything.

"I thought you might enjoy a change of scenery," Park Jihyo said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I've always found solace in this room, and I wanted to share it with you."

I was enchanted by the space. "It's beautiful. Thank you for showing me."

We settled into comfortable chairs near a crackling fireplace. As the flames danced and flickered, we talked about everything and nothing, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Park Jihyo seemed more relaxed than ever, and her laughter was like music to my ears.

After a while, she grew quiet, her gaze drifting to the flames. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you," she said softly. "Something important."

I looked at her, my heart pounding with curiosity. "What is it?"

Park Jihyo took a deep breath, her expression serious but gentle. "There are aspects of my life as a vampire that I haven't shared with you yet. It's not just about the abilities or the challenges; it's about the history and the people who are part of it."

Her eyes met mine with a depth that conveyed both trust and vulnerability. "I want you to understand me better, to know the full truth. But I also want to make sure you're prepared for it."

I nodded, feeling a surge of respect and affection for her. "I'm ready to hear whatever you want to share."

Park Jihyo's gaze softened, and

she began to tell me stories from her past—stories of the people she had known, the places she had seen, and the experiences that had shaped her into the person she was today. Her words were rich with emotion and history, painting vivid pictures of a life that spanned centuries.

As she spoke, I could see the passion and sadness in her eyes, the way her expressions shifted with each memory. Her stories were both captivating and heartbreaking, and I felt a deep sense of connection as I listened.

At the end of her recounting, she looked at me with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Thank you for listening," she said quietly. "It means a lot to me."

I reached out and gently touched her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "I'm grateful for your trust. Your stories are incredible, and I feel even more connected to you now."

Park Jihyo's eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and affection. "I'm glad. There's so much more to life than what meets the eye, and I'm happy to have someone who understands that."

As the night wore on, we continued to talk and share our thoughts. The library became a sanctuary of understanding and intimacy, a place where we could truly be ourselves without any pretense.

When it was time for me to leave, Park Jihyo walked me to the door with a sense of contentment. "Thank you for being here," she said softly. "I look forward to our next meeting."

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. "So do I."

As I stepped out into the night, I felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement. The connection I shared with Park Jihyo was something truly special, and I couldn't wait to see where our journey would lead.

The stars shone brightly overhead, and I walked home with a light heart, cherishing the memories of the evening and looking forward to the future.