MY ONE AND ONLY (ENGLISH VERSION)

I. "Beginning"

The first time that I met him, I knew I was right. You know, I'm always right when it comes to these kind of things, intuition, impression at first sight. But it never happened on a physical point of view. The moment I saw him staring through me, I knew it. I just knew it! His stature seemed to dominate everything as he bent over the streets and mountains, his clenched fist raised to the sky, provoking some unknown gods. His tender lips wispered, but no sound reached my ears at that time. Then I looked closely and noticed he was crying, thin, dry tears flood from his eyes. Without noticing it myself, I ended up wrapping him with my embrace.

"Who are you?"
I didn't answer.
I kept hugging him and petting his hair as if he was a puppy which had lost his family.

"Have you lost someone?"
He kept silent for a while and stopped sobbing. Only the shiver shaking his body revealed the pain. I lifted his chin and looked into his eyes. They expressed an incredible amount of loneliness and despair.

I was right, at that time. I acknowledged that Jeon Jungkook would be the love of my life. "Light of my life, fire of my loins. ", as Nabokov wrote so brilliantly in his Lolita, work of art. He turned my sorrow into happiness, my tears into smiles, my devils into seraphs. But now I don't think I have any more accuracy.
He is unpredictable, and so is life.

As I entered the flat I live in with him, I felt kind of awkward and shameful. Honestly, it was the first time that I had brought someone home and more particularly someone who I knew was going to have a big place in my life.

"Sit down and do as you wish", I said.
He sat. And I started talking way too much. About me, about my family, my friends, my pet, my school, my life. It sounded even burdensome to me. Yes, I'm that type of person, and I was quite embarrassed he found out. Still, he seemed to get a bit better and listened to all my nonsense with a little smile put on his face.
He didn't seem like the kind of guy who speaks that much, so it's even better. Without knowing it, I had decided to make him mine.
I was standing there, in front of him, and with a theatrical expression made some great arm moves while talking. The room remained silent and I was the only one disturbing it. At some point, I didn't have anything more to say and I eventually sat next to him, wringing my hands.

He looked at me and for the first time since we came in, I got to hear his voice. A clear, sweet voice which contrasted much with his physical appearance.

"Thank you for cheering me up. I'm grateful. But now I need to go. I can't stay here, that would be abusing of your hospitality." He stood up and bowed.
"Wait!" "You can stay here if you want. I don't have many friends anyway. Stay, please.."
He stayed.

After that moment, my life was about to become the best. I don't care what stunning life some celebrities live, with their charity donnations, partys, easy lifes, cars, money, and breast implants, or wigs. I have my own celebrity and he is stunning. It sounds so cheesy, I know! But I don't care, because it's the truth.

I started wondering how long my intuition would work when we first kissed, because I didn't see that coming at all.
We were laying on the grass, on a sunny afternoon in the middle of a little forest where I am used to take a walk sometimes. It's not a deep forest, but the thickness of the black poplars that were surrounding us made it look like some kind of secret and isolated place, as if we were the only ones in the world. As if nobody else existed. Nobody else trod upon this grass, nobody layed on it, nobody ever saw us. I never spoke to anyone else. Nobody breathed, ever. It's only him, and me. See? I'm already losing it.

He started opening up to me more and more and told me why he cried the first time I saw him. I hugged him tightly and suddenly pressed my lips to his. Such a sweet taste, sweet lips, sweet tongue playing with mine, sweet voice, sweet skin, sweet guy. I realize, I don't know much about him. He came in my life in a rush like a storm and never leaved me.

I close my eyes and remember my lustful fingers running through his soft hair. Him putting his hand behind my neck asking for more. The feeling of the fresh cut grass under our bodies, lightly wet. Simply delicious. A moan escaping from his lips going all the way to my ear, and finally reverberating in my head like a deadly promise.
Delicate were his lips, a delicate color that even the roses envied. I fell into a trap I had myself set.

Everything became colorful, the grey people were no longer grey, the intolerant teachers were not spitting words anymore but melodies, I became so much better at school and as a human as well. No wonder, I had the best human on earth to train me. Jungkook has been a genius since kindergarten, and that's why he quitted school. That's what he told me, at least. And I believed him. I never figured it out before, but I am so dead inside. Since forever. My intuition sense wasn't as good as I thought it was. What have I been doing all that time? Looks like I need to explain things more clearly. I feel like I just woke up from an awful dream, or maybe from an extremely happy nightmare. Jeon Jungkook, life has been so difficult without you.
As I wrote that down, I can fully explain everything now. Let my and Jungkook's story begin!