One evening, as we walked along the deserted streets of our town, Jungkook stopped and turned to me. "I don't know how to love like other people do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to try, for you."
I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability there. "Jungkook, love isn't about doing it perfectly. It's about being there for each other, learning and growing together," I said softly.
He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "I've always been afraid of getting it wrong, of not being enough," he confessed. "But with you, I feel like I can be myself, flaws and all."
I smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "That's all I've ever wanted, for you to be yourself. We'll figure it out together, one step at a time."
Just then, the sky opened up, and rain began to pour down around us. Jungkook looked up, a laugh escaping his lips as the raindrops soaked us. He turned back to me, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and determination.
Without another word, he pulled me close, his hands gently cupping my face. "I love you," he whispered, and then his lips met mine in a tender, rain-soaked kiss. The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in the warmth of our newfound love.
YOU ARE READING
The unlikely bond
Roman d'amour"Without another word, he pulled me close, his hands gently cupping my face. "I love you," he whispered, and then his lips met mine in a tender, rain-soaked kiss."
