Silent Vows

Part 25

Gliding through the soft embrace of high-lying clouds, beneath a sky so clear it felt untouched, the day stretched before them—bright, boundless, and full of promise.

Their fingers remained laced together, warmth passing between them like an unspoken vow.

Between quiet laughter and playful whispers, they were already painting the first strokes of memories that would last a lifetime.

By the window, Y/N’s eyes danced with wonder as she took in the endless sky, lost in the beauty of the world unfurling before her.

But Jungkook never looked away from her. His gaze lingered, soft and unwavering, drawn to the way the light kissed her features, to the quiet joy etched into her smile.

His grip on her hand tightened just slightly, as if grounding himself in the moment, in her—his most precious treasure.

To him, love was this. The quiet presence of the one who made the world feel lighter, the certainty of knowing that no matter where life led them, it would always be together.

How beautiful it is, he thought, to find everything in just one person—to have your heart anchored in a love so gentle, so endless, that it feels like home.

Time drifted by, and now they were just a few hours from landing. Outside, the night sky stretched wide and endless, sprinkled with stars that shimmered like tiny diamonds.

Jungkook absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, passing the time, until the quiet beside him pulled his attention away.

Turning, he found Y/N fast asleep, her head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted just a little, lost in the softness of sleep.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. She looked so peaceful, so effortlessly beautiful in this moment.

With gentle hands, he guided her closer, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

She stirred slightly but settled almost instantly, her warmth seeping into him, grounding him.

He sighed, letting his cheek rest lightly against her hair, savoring the quiet intimacy between them.

An hour slipped by, and before they knew it, the plane touched down smoothly.

The cool Parisian air greeted them as they stepped off, the hum of the city whispering just beyond the airport doors.

As they made their way through the terminal, two middle-aged men approached with warm smiles. “Welcome to Paris, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon! We hope your flight was comfortable.”

Y/N smiled sleepily, still shaking off the last traces of sleep, while Jungkook gave a polite nod. “Thank you! It was wonderful.”

Their luggage had already been taken care of, neatly stowed away, leaving them free to step outside.

The night air carried the scent of rain-kissed streets and fresh blooms, and as they walked toward the waiting car.

Jungkook’s hand found Y/N’s again, fingers lacing effortlessly together.

Paris stretched before them, glowing under the moonlight—timeless, enchanting, theirs to explore.

The drive to their hotel was quiet, wrapped in the soft hum of the city at night.

They watched in silence as the elegant streets bathed in golden light, the distant murmur of life; unfolded beyond the glass.

Neither spoke much, simply soaking in the quiet beauty around them, the exhaustion from their long flight settling into their bones.