Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)

CHAPTER 9

Jungkook's lips remained still, his mind reeling from the sudden kiss. The unexpected intimacy had caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily paralyzed. Louisa's lips lingered on his for a fleeting moment before she broke the kiss, her eyes searching his for a response.

Fear of rejection lingered in her mind, her heart sinking as she beheld Jungkook's reaction. Disappointment etched across his face, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why did you do that, Senhora?" Jungkook asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of caution.

Louisa's silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. She couldn't find the words to justify her actions.

Jungkook's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing. "Tell me, Senhora. Why?" he pressed.

Louisa's voice barely whispered, her words trembling. "I love you, Jungkook."

All color drained from Jungkook's face, leaving it pale and drawn. His eyes widened in shock.

He stood up, maintaining a safe distance between them she also stood up. The gap seemed to grow, an insurmountable chasm.

Jungkook's silence was deafening. Disbelief etched across his face.

He didn't say anything, his gaze fixed on Louisa.

The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken words.

Louisa's heartbeat accelerated, nervousness coursing through her veins like a raging torrent as she beheld Jungkook's reaction. His expression was far from receptive, his eyes flashing with discomfort, as if her confession had unsettled the very foundations of their relationship.

The warmth that had once radiated from his gaze now seemed to have vanished, replaced by an unsettling chill that sent shivers down her spine.

She took a step forward, yearning to bridge the gap between them, to reconnect with the Jungkook she thought she knew. But Jungkook retreated, his movements swift and deliberate, his body language screaming rejection.

He avoided her touch, his eyes darting away from hers as if the mere thought of physical contact now repelled him. The space between them grew, an insurmountable chasm that seemed to yawn wider with each passing moment.

"How could you say that?" Jungkook's voice was low and even, but its intensity made Louisa's heart quiver like a leaf in an autumn gale. "How could you even think it before saying it?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with recrimination, as if Louisa had transgressed some unspoken boundary. His expression was extreme seriousness, his eyes boring into Louisa's soul like a drill probing the deepest recesses of her being.

Louisa's hands hovered in mid-air, suspended in a gesture of supplication, as if imploring Jungkook to understand. But her words faltered, dying on her lips as she confronted the unyielding mask that had replaced Jungkook's familiar features. "I-I meant it," she stammered, the feeble protest barely audible above a whisper.

Jungkook's gaze never wavered, his eyes pinning her with an unnerving intensity. "You can't mean it," Jungkook countered, his tone slicing through Louisa's heart like a razor-sharp blade.

The finality in his voice was crushing, leaving no room for doubt or misinterpretation. The message was clear: her confession was unacceptable, an error that must be rectified.

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions. Louisa's heart sank, her world crumbling beneath her feet. Had she misread Jungkook's feelings so catastrophically? Or had she simply shattered the fragile bond between them?