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

CHAPTER 31

Days blended into weeks as Jungkook and Louisa's love continued to flourish. Their stolen glances, whispered conversations, and secret meetings fueled their passion, strengthening their bond.

Louisa devised a plan to keep Jungkook close, ensuring he was assigned to work in the gardens near her chambers. This newfound proximity allowed them to share moments of tenderness.

Jungkook reveled in Louisa's presence, captivated by her laughter, intellect, and compassion. He cherished every moment they spent together.

Louisa, too, adored Jungkook's kindness, strength, and unwavering devotion. She cherished their conversations, which flowed effortlessly, covering literature, dreams.

Together, they strolled through the gardens, hands brushing, hearts beating as one. Their love remained a secret.

However, its radiance illuminated the estate, a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil. As war loomed on the horizon.

Jungkook and Louisa clung to each other, their love a sanctuary from uncertainty. In each other's arms.

They found solace, a sense of belonging that transcended the chaos surrounding them. Their love had become their anchor.

Most of Louisa's days were spent in Jungkook's presence, as she'd roam around him while he worked, pretending to issue orders to avoid arousing suspicion. In reality, they'd steal moments of connection, their eyes locking in secret understanding.

Jungkook, too, found joy in working near Louisa. Their usual routine consisted of Louisa sitting on her favorite bench, surrounded by lush greenery, while Jungkook tended to the gardens. She'd engage him in conversation, feigning interest in her book, while Jungkook would respond, careful not to draw attention.

As Jungkook worked, Louisa would sketch his portrait, capturing the strong lines of his face, the gentle curve of his smile. Jungkook would catch glimpses of her art, his heart swelling with admiration.

Their clandestine interactions became a comforting ritual. Louisa cherished the way Jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

Jungkook, in turn, reveled in Louisa's creativity, her laughter, and her sharp wit. He'd listen intently as she spoke, his hands moving deftly among the flowers.

Their love blossomed in the midst of mundane tasks, transforming the ordinary into extraordinary. The garden, once a mere backdrop, had become their sanctuary.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the estate, Louisa and Jungkook would share a fleeting glance, their hearts beating in tandem.

Louisa had become increasingly reclusive, hardly conversing with anyone except Jungkook. She spent most of her days secluded in her room or in his presence, finding solace in their secret companionship.

Breakfast was always served in the solitude of her chambers, and lunch was a formal affair in the dining hall with her family. However, as soon as she retreated to her room, Jungkook would sneak in, bringing simple yet delicious meals.

Together, they'd savor each bite, their laughter and conversations flowing freely, unnoticed by the rest of the household. The humble food, prepared by Jungkook's own hands, was infused with love, making every morsel taste divine.

In these stolen moments, Louisa found happiness, her heart filled with joy. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little universe.

Jungkook's thoughtful gestures touched Louisa's soul. He'd bring her favorite dishes, carefully prepared to satisfy her cravings. Their meals together became sacred rituals, strengthening their bond.