when my love stops

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Y/N P.O.V

Love means knowing that no matter what, you have someone to count on. It's unconditional and makes you feel good on the inside. You can trust the person you love and are comfortable around them. It's like your heart tells you that it is good for you. Love never hurts or makes you cry your eyes out. Love is something you can't force... but sometimes we wish it would be possible.

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3 years ago ; Daegu

"Miss Kim, today I ask you, if you want to take the present Jean Jungkook to your rightful man., then please answer with 'yes'." the man asked while he looked at my face.

"Yes, I will." I smiled, I was so happy. My face turned to Jungkook, he didn't take off his eyes of me.

The man turned his direction to Jungkook, gave him a little grin.

"So, Jean Jungkook, do you want to take the present Kim Y/N to your future wife, then please answer with 'yes'."

Jungkook looked at me, his eyes were sparkling. Then he answered with a loud 'yes'.

"Then you are allowed to kiss Mrs. Jeon, congratulations."

Jungkook hugged me tightly, he whirled me around in the air. I was laughing because of my happiness. He sat me down on the floor and took my face in his hands.

"I love you, Jeon Y/N."

Then he placed his lips on mine, the kiss was passionate. I enjoyed the moment, his hands were traveling down to my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I laid my hand around his neck, everyone around us were clapping and cheering. It was the most beautiful moment in my life...

...I thought.

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present ; Seoul ; your birthday

Today is my 25th birthday and I am excited about Jungkook's present. We are together since highschool, we know each other since we are 4 years old. Our families lived next to each other in Daegu. We were playing everyday in my garden when we were kids, I miss this old times.

And today, we are married. I really love him, he means the world to me. But sometimes it feels like he doesn't love me as I do. It hurts, everyday I am thinking about it. Some days I was crying me into the sleep, I think he didn't notice yet.

Now it is 11 p.m. and I was waiting for him to come home from work. He said he would come home earlier, but I was happy to soon. As every time he tells me that he will come home earlier he doesn't. But today is my birthday and it hurts to sit here alone in our apartment.

I wanted to celebrate my birthday with him tonight, but I got disappointed as every time. So I decided to go to the kitchen and eat the dinner I prepared. I looked at the plate and I got sad. A little tear dropped on the beef I cooked. I let the cutlery fall and put m face into my hands. I began to cry, I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I miss the days he showed me his love, kissed my cheek and cuddled with me on the sofa. I miss how he surprised me on somedays and took me to a restaurant. I miss the days we were playing games and laughing. I miss his smile, his smell, I miss everything about him.

Without him I feel so empty, it's like I need him to be alive. I am happy near him, but when he is gone I am sad. I love him, but I hate myself. I hate myself for being so clinchy, for being so weak. Why must I be so dependent on him. Sometimes I wish we wouldn't have met.

I mean, why does he love someone like me. Nothing is special about me. He could have every other girl, but he chose me. I can't understand him, like I can't understand me.

I got up, walked into the living room and laid down on the sofa. I looked out of the window, admired the lights of the city. I was thinking of our relationship. What if he want to break up with me someday, what if he doesn't love me anymore. I don't want to lose him, it would be the worst for me. I was laying there for a while until the door opened and my eyes shut open.

..sequel follows..