Jungkook's gaze lingered on Louisa, captivated by her breathtaking beauty. Her porcelain skin glowed in the soft light, and her wavy hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. For a fleeting moment, he forgot the rigid social hierarchy that separated them - he, a humble worker from the Anthics caste, and she, the daughter of the revered Catholic General.
As he fixed her hair, his fingers grazing her skin, Jungkook's thoughts dissolved into the present. The gentle curve of her neck, the softness of her hair, and the radiance of her smile eclipsed the boundaries of their worlds. His hands moved with a tender precision, as if he were handling delicate silk.
Louisa's heartbeat quickened as Jungkook's touch sent shivers down her spine. His fingers danced across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She felt her pulse racing, her breath catching in her throat.
But Jungkook remained oblivious to the turmoil he had unleashed. His eyes shone with genuine admiration, his smile soft and gentle.
"Senhora, you look stunning," Jungkook whispered, his voice barely audible.
Without thinking, Jungkook placed his hand on Louisa's shoulder, his fingers wrapping around her slender frame. He spun her around, her dress billowing out like a peach-white silk cloud.
Louisa's laughter echoed through the room, a melodic sound that harmonized with the rustling of her dress. The room dissolved into a whirlwind of color and sound, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of the moment.
As they twirled, Jungkook's eyes locked onto Louisa's, his gaze burning with an unspoken connection. For an instant, they forgot the expectations, the obligations, and the strict social constructs that governed their lives.
As Jungkook spun Louisa around, her laughter echoed through the room, intertwining with his joyful chuckles. He grasped her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and drew her closer.
His other hand settled on her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Louisa's heart skipped a beat as Jungkook's eyes locked onto hers.
Softly, Jungkook began to sing, his voice a gentle melody that harmonized with the rustling of her dress:
🎶"Você é linda, Senhora
(You are beautiful, Senhora)
Como uma flor, você brilha
(Like a flower, you shine)"🎶.
His voice wove a spell around them, drawing Louisa into the magic of the moment.
Together, they swayed to the rhythm, their steps in perfect harmony.
Jungkook's hand on her waist guided her through the dance, his touch igniting a fire within her.
Louisa's eyes sparkled, her smile radiant, as she surrendered to the joy of the moment.
For a fleeting instant, they forgot the world beyond the room.
Their social differences melted away, leaving only the thrum of their heartbeats.
As they danced, Jungkook's hand on Louisa's waist pulled her closer, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony. His singing grew softer, a gentle hum that vibrated through his chest, sending shivers down Louisa's spine.
Louisa's eyes sparkled, her smile radiant, as she gazed up at Jungkook. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his joy infectious.
Together, they twirled across the room, their laughter intertwining like the threads of a tapestry.
Jungkook's hand drifted up to Louisa's face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
"You're enchanting, Senhora," Jungkook whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
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Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)
Fanfiction(Don't judge a book by its views.📚) 🥀Forbidden Love Amidst Social Unrest🥀 In the shadow of 1850s societal conformity, a forbidden love blossoms between Jeon Jungkook and Louisa May Alcott, two souls from disparate worlds (social caste). "If I...
