Red and Violent ✔️

Chapter 48: Through Jungkook's Eyes

Jungkook's POV
Her laugh roars in the room with vibrating love and passion. The way she moves to the music make me wonder what I did to deserve her beauty. Out of any man she could have, she chose me. One twirl after the other and I miss her face every time it disappears as she twirls. Love didn't sound real to me until I've experienced her. She brings out the child in me and she enjoys his presence in every form. The child in me loves holding on to her hands as we walk on the streets. He feels happy like he's holding a helium balloon.

She brings out the man in me, as well. The way her curves are placed and her edges are made make me want to devour her. The way she giggles like a baby girl makes me want to hug her and nurture her with all the love that I can shower her with. Her eyes wander around as she talks about what she loves like she's looking around for it. Until her eyes land on mine, and I know, I'm the one she really loves.

Her silence is my comfort and her talking is my joy. When we sit together and open up, I feel like she's the only one who could look at my demons, my obsessions, my insecurities and don't belittle them. Her words always make their way to my core. She never fails to say words that take my anxiousness and evaporate them into thin air. She never looks at my worries like they're nothing when I know she has held the pain of the world in her heart.

The way she holds the camera like it's her life with such passion makes me wonder when it will be time to be held by her at night. And when the night comes I fear the morning for when it comes, I'll be far from her touch.

She inspires the songs in me. The way she falls and still manage to get up makes me know that the world can't crush her. I might not know all the pain inside of her and where it all came from, but I know that it made her this woman I'm in love with. It made her the woman that creates art with every frame in her movies. As she reveals one scar at a time, I get to know that the words strong and strength were made just for her. The way the side of her lips move up and show her dimple as she plays with her hands and talk about how hard it was to struggle with her illness. I look at her and wonder, if that's what she calls insane, then who is sane?

"I can't imagine my life any different." She blurted out.

"Look who's being cheesy, now?"

She's not used to showing that side of her. The soft flirty side doesn't come out as often. So when I say something like this she always ends up calling it cheesy. But her cheeks go red and her lips move to mine, so I win.

"You know what I really want, now?" She said as she paused the song playing. I nodded. "I want to take you to my childhood home."

"We'll meet the rest of your family?"

I panicked. Fuck. That's sudden and I'm not ready! What if her father hates me? She loves him a lot and if I don't pass the "screening" as her brother said I'd lose it. No, Jungkook you're awesome. He'll love you.

"There's no rest to meet, Jungkook."

Her eyes dimmed and her shoulders fell. How? She never mentioned this. Or is it that I forgot? No, I wouldn't.

"My dad and younger brother passed away years ago."

She threw it at me like a grenade. Every time she opens a curtain on something and I think that this is it, I realize that she had several else to open. My heart aches every time she does. I get too overwhelmed by every part she reveals and I keep thinking about it for days. Sometimes, it's hard to wrap my head around how can all this happen to one person.

Why is everything so well-hidden like every single information could release a weapon? Sometimes I don't understand why she has that much fear. And sometimes I understand why she has it. If it takes me days to process everything, it must've taken other people minutes to choose to take the door out.