Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 63

LEENA'S POV 💍

I woke up to the soft sound of my own moan, still caught in that hazy place between dreams and reality.

The warmth surrounding me was comforting, familiar. Strong arms wrapped around my naked body, holding me close.

Last night, after freshening up, we didn’t even bother to put on clothes. We simply fell asleep like this—skin to skin, warmth against warmth, secure in each other.

I nuzzled closer to him, feeling his heartbeat against mine, and hugged him even tighter.

His grip responded, pulling me into the warmest hug, and I smiled. A soft kiss was pressed to my forehead, and I looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You awake?" I asked, my voice was still laced with sleep, but the moment I saw his smile, I was wide awake.

His eyes softened as he looked down at me, his lips curving into that beautiful gentle smile. The morning light spilled across his skin, casting a soft glow over him, making him look even more handsome, if that were possible.

I found myself staring, completely mesmerized by how beautiful he looked, how flawless his features were, even after just waking up.

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my skin as he mumbled,

"Yes, I was awake for a long time, Elysium… admiring you."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I shyly looked away, only for him to chin me up, his fingers lifting my face gently toward his. His lips pressed against mine—soft, delicate, but full of meaning. My heart fluttered at the touch.

"How was your sleep?" he asked, his voice tender as he pulled back slightly.

I smiled, unable to hide the contentment I felt. "It was beautiful... How was yours?"

His lips twitched into a soft smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he replied, "Too good to be true."

A small chuckle escaped me at his words, and I couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming sense of peace, wrapped in his embrace, sharing this quiet, intimate moment with him.

Last night was nothing like before. It wasn’t just about our bodies finding each other in the dark, like those other times when we were tangled in the heat of something we refused to name.

This time, it was different. It was the first time after the confession—the rawest moment where we admitted what we had been denying for so long. Love.

Before, we’d been trapped in this unwanted marriage, constantly throwing words like hate around as if it could protect us from what was really building between us.

We pretended to despise each other, to resist this pull. I remember the cold stares, the arguments, the biting remarks. Every moment spent with Yoongi felt like a battlefield, both of us fighting a war we didn’t want to win or lose.

We had sex before, but it was fueled by tension, frustration, and this underlying attraction we refused to speak of. It was always physical, never emotional.

But last night...last night, all of that changed. There was no pretending, no walls between us, no masks to hide behind. The confessions of love, had stripped us bare, and for the first time, we allowed ourselves to just be—vulnerable, real, and completely open to each other on the bed with Love..

Every touch, every kiss—it was filled with so much more. It wasn’t just lust or desire; it was this overwhelming need to show each other everything we had been holding back. The way he held me, the way I felt in his arms—it was like We weren’t just husband and wife in name. We were lovers, bound together by something stronger than either of us had ever expected.