Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 55

LEENA'S POV 💍

Sitting among my family, I felt their warmth and concern wrapped around me like a protective shield.

They were all there, surrounding me with endless words of advice on how to be careful, how to stay strong despite my weakened state. Their voices intertwined, moving from one topic to another, seamlessly shifting into family matters like Yn's pregnancy and their daily lives.

It was comforting in its own way, a reminder that life continued, but my attention kept drifting away.

They kept offering me fruits, things I usually didn't care for, but I forced myself to eat, trying to focus on their words.

Yet, my mind was elsewhere, my eyes constantly searching for one person, My husband..

I glanced up towards the staircase, and there he was-Yoongi, standing at the top, watching me quietly.

His gaze was intense, unwavering, and the moment our eyes met, everything else seemed to blur into the background. He didn't look away, and neither did I, lost in the silent exchange that spoke volumes...

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, trying to suppress the blush that threatened to give me away.

Yn's voice cut through the moment, filled with a teasing lilt as she smirked knowingly. "Leena should go to her room and take some rest, right, Leena?" She gestured to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She was the only one who caught the way Yoongi and I looked at each other, and she was clearly enjoying the moment, eager to push us into some time alone as we didn't get personal time since confession.. It only fuels us..

Mom quickly agreed, her concern shining through. "Yes, you need your rest, darling." I barely had time to respond before Yoongi was already making his way down the stairs, his steps purposeful as he approached.

"I'll take her to the room," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, leaving no room for anyone to protest. A soft smile spread across everyone's faces, quietly admiring the care he showed.

His hand reached out to me, and I took it, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my palm. He pulled me up, and I stumbled slightly, trying to find my footing. "I can do it alone, Yoo-"

He cut me off, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with affection.

"Shh, let me."

His hand remained steady as he supported me, guiding me towards the stairs. We moved slowly, every step deliberate, but once we were out of sight, Yoongi's actions caught me by surprise.

In one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me close to his chest.

I let out a small gasp, my cheeks burning with shyness. We'd shared so many intimate nights before, moments that left us breathless and tangled in each other, but this felt different-more tender, more profound.

This time, he held me with a love that he no longer kept hidden, a love that was now ours, open and spoken. I nestled into him, feeling safe, cherished, and completely his.

He carried me into the room, gently lowering me onto the bed with such care, as if I were the most fragile thing in the world.

He pulled the blanket over me, his movements slow and attentive, and then he sat beside me, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, a sense of admiration that made my heart flutter.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, my voice barely audible, a mix of shyness and curiosity.

He shook his head slightly, a soft smile playing at his lips. "You, Elysium."