Love. For he could not explain when it started or how it began. He knew it sounded rich, as rich as the deep vibrations that resonated from his cello when he pulled the strings to play a broken hearted requiem. He knew it smelt so sickly potent as the Sangiovese grapes which grew from the old vineyard in the back of his parent's villa. He knew the taste, just like a virgin plum, the fresh sugary fruit ripening purely under the scorching Italian sun. Though he could not tell anyone where the origins of love came from, Jungkook could tell the story of how it ends. --------------------------------- Or the story of how a 1975 coming of age summer love in Italy blossomed. Very loosely inspired by "Call Me By Your Name", a novel by Andre Acimen.All Rights Reserved