Blind To Love. jjk ✓

5. Euphoria

Short visits to Karoo's house turned to weeks and months of outings and casual chattering. JK was extremely the most precious soul she's ever met. He enjoyed spending his time with her. He loved how open she was and that smile on her face always proved she enjoyed his company. A moment of bliss all the time, a moment full of him.

There was nothing like it, it's nothing she's ever felt before. Around him, she could talk, be silly, be herself and most importantly not be aware of her blindness. With him she could see, the stars, the care, the safety and the love, things that were intangible but real.

She thought that she fell in love quickly and that he didn't feel the same. It was all replaced when he would mention to her that he liked her every once in a while.

She laughs when he tells her a funny story twirling herself in his arms as they walk in the open field. Moments like these when he would hold her hand and they'd walk together in an open field was when she could truly speak out about anything because they were alone. He was there for her and gave her all his full devoted attention.

"Dogs were my only friends because they liked my butt and I loved theres," he smiles. He holds her stick and allows for her hands to be held by his. "My childhood was absolutely crazy."

"It sounded fun," she says leaning on his arm as they walk on the grass as the wind blows past them. "I hardly even went out, hardly even went out on my own. I tried in all means to make my blind childhood fun, but there's not much to do but braille reading with fingers, listening to music with my ears and helping my dad...my dad was my only friend, he did everything with me and made sure I never sulked.  I guess my life started being fun when Jimin and Hoseok came around. I wasn't stressed out anymore or alone. They made me feel normal and not like some... insignificant person who can't even see the road,"

"How do I make you feel?" He asks.

She stops and turns to him with a smile. "You make me feel special. I don't know if I'm special to you in that way but that's how you make me feel,"

"You don't know if you're special to me in that way? In what way?" He smiles and ruffles his hair bringing his forehead to her.

"You know what way," she chuckles. "Like I'm the only girl that you've ever seen. The way you're just always here and listening to me... listening to all my thoughts,"

"Because you're just perfect to me. Hearing your story makes me feel like I'm you, you have this beautiful heart that I just want to listen to you all the time," he says. "For the first time in my life, I can say that I love you without thinking multiple times over it,"

She leans in closer to his chest for a hug. "I love hearing you say that... Hearing you say that makes me feel like I've fallen and you caught me," .

"Because I did catch you," he smiles and they continue walking hand in hand. "There's a big log right over there," he says.

He goes on to describing the rock before helping her to sit down as he leans in her face keeping his forehead on hers.

Something he always did before laying his forehead on her was ruffle the fronts of her hair. "I want to apologize for always calling you beautiful or pretty. I made it sound as though the looks you were born with are the most you have to be proud of. When in reality, you've actually crushed mountains and conquered the oceans, metaphorically speaking. You're so much more than beautiful, you are resilient and remarkable. Do you accept my apology?"

"No. I don't accept your apology because, I never found you calling me beautiful insulting," she says. "I like when you call me beautiful and pretty and perfect. It's good sometimes hearing how I look on the outside.. I don't know what I look like, so for you to tell me how deep my dimples are or how my eyes look like a milky way or that my knees remind you of the Mufasa in the clouds or that my hair could pass off as water because of how soft it is... or even telling me I have an amazing round butt-" he laughs and stops her.