Enthralled || Liskook

The End

The crowd thinned like receding tides, leaving Lisa restless. She couldn't stay put, her energy crackling hike beach lightning.

With a burst, she sprinted towards the shore, the cool embrace of the sea beckoning.

Jet lag had turned days into nights and nights into restless dawns. Now, bathed in the inky cloak of nightfall, a forgotten memory surfaced. He hadn't gone down to the beach with everyone else.

Jungkook remained rooted under the giant coconut tree, his gaze fixed on Lisa's retreating figure. He recalled her hair as a cascade of ebony that defied his pleas for a shorter cut.

It reached her waist, a stubborn streak he found oddly endearing.

As she chased the retreating waves, her slender legs, like pale pillars, disappeared into the foamy embrace. Even from afar, he could sense her thinness, a detail that tugged at his heart.

Memories flickered, vivid as a snowstorm. Outside the hotel, a figure bundled in white wool a bonnet hat perched atop her head, casting a shadow over eyes that shone like black pearls.

With gloved fingers, she pulled down her scarf, revealing a full face. A shy smile tugged at her lips as she bowed, a gesture both polite and strangely rusty. There she stood, by the steps, beside her luggage, expressing a silent gratitude that echoed in his heart.

Back then, she was a mystery, a tourist, perhaps, a fleeting presence in the New York winter while he, a student, resided in Washington. Their paths crossed briefly, a chance encounter on a snowy night.

Would their stories ever intertwine again? Back then, the future was a clouded mirror,

A pang of self-reproach pierced him. He feels different, strangely drawn to her simple bow. An inexplicable urge to slow down time, to savor that fleeting moment. But he did nothing, remained a silent observer.

Years flowed by, etching themselves like lines on his face. He'd grown accustomed to his introverted ways.

Then, a twist of fate. Before disappearing

into a yellow cab, her brother materialized,

a whirlwind of apologies and requests. He insisted on Jungkook's WeChat contact.

Without hesitation, Jungkook complied. It had been ages, an eternity almost since he'd added someone new.

Had it not been for her brother's intervention, the girl who bowed and thanked him would forever reside in the realm of forgotten memories, a phantom encounter with no future.

But fate, a mischievous puppeteer, had intervened, intertwining their threads, and weaving a story yet to unfold.

Lisa returned from the water, chased playfully by the waves. Jungkook noticed Namjoon and Hoseok approaching, but his attention remained fixed on Lisa.

Casually, he tossed out a question, "What do you think? Beautiful, isn't she?"

His companions exchanged an awkward glance and mumbled a quick goodbye, opting for a strategic retreat. Taehyung walked by, and Jungkook repeated the query, "Is she beautiful? My wife?"

Taehyung hesitated. Praising someone's girlfriend was a tightrope walk, so he opted for a graceful exit, melting back into the crowd.

A flicker of possessiveness crossed Jungkook's 's face as he spotted someone watching Lisa, It was a young man, his gaze lingering a beat too long.

He called out to Lisa, his voice cutting through the laughter. She sprinted towards him, the sand squelching beneath her bare feet.

Throwing herself into his arms, she giggled, "Let's go! Let's go to the sea together!"