A Journey Of Hearts

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

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The next morning arose softly. Y/N gradually opened her eyes, rubbing them gently as she adjusted her gaze. As always, the room was perfectly dim, wrapped in a peaceful stillness.

It struck her that she was alone. With a sudden rush of urgency, she sat up straight in bed. She mumble to herself with uncertainty.

"Was last night merely a dream?"

For the past two days, she had been consumed by thoughts of Taehyung, crafting elaborated scenarios in her head about the conversations she longed to have with him. It was entirely possible that she had once again dreamt of their interaction.

Yet, last night felt far too vivid to be a creation of her imagination. She glanced to the other side of the bed, the sheets, creased and rumpled, was evidence of someone's presence. The lingering scent of him still hung in the air, a reminder that he had indeed been there.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking. She turned her gaze toward the bathroom door, and there stood Taehyung, emerging in his polished office attire. Y/N's heart raced, pounding in her chest as their eyes met. He offered her a small smile while adjusting his cuffs at the dressing table.

Last night was not a dream. His words were not a fantasy born of her imagination. His touch was not just a fleeting memory, it was real. Every word he spoke held weight, resonating deep within her.

Yet, a sliver of doubt crept in. Had she truly heard everything correctly last night, or had her mind reshaped his words to fit her hopes and desires? She had been emotionally vulnerable in recent days, tearful throughout the days. Lost in a puzzle of her own thoughts, fighting a relentless battle between her heart and mind.

Taehyung approached y/n, settling beside her on the edge of the bed. Gently cupping her face, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, his voice a soft whisper that caressed her ears.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

Her breath hitched, disbelief washing over her. Hesitantly, she managed to utter.

"You are here?"

Taehyung took her hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring.

"Yes, my love, I am here. Right in front of you."

He tilted his head, his gaze penetrating as he continued.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten so easily what happened last night."

A playful smirk danced on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath a tempting whisper against her skin.

"Or would you prefer I repeat every word from last night? I wouldn't mind at all. I could confess my feelings to you endlessly, until my last breath, sweetheart."

Her breaths deepened, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her emotions. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and in a barely audible whisper, she breathed out.

"It was real."

Taehyung moved even closer to her, the ache in his heart intensifying as he realized she believed last night was her imagined illusion. He could only imagine the pain she must have endured to reach a point where she questioned her own reality. He gently cupped her face with one hand, his thumb softly caressing her cheek, while his other hand tenderly held hers, tracing the lines of her palm.

"Everything is real, y/n. You, me, last night, my love, my confession, everything. I love you, y/n. You are the first woman to ever step into my life and truly enter my heart."