[Previous Chapter] [Ch. I] [Master list of Works]
Pairing: BTS' Jin x SEVENTEEN's Kim Mingyu x fem!reader (OC)
Genre/Trope: Angst, Love Triangle, Dark Romance, Smut, Morally Gray
Warnings: STRICTLY FICTIONAL - MINORS DNI 🔞. Read at your own risk, curse unfiltered words, slight innacuracy of real places (I did my best to research okay?), inaccurate name or personality of characters, mention of body parts, S3x, romantic tension.
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This is not my first rodeo, but it's a tad bit of a relief that I can finally enjoy another chance at a Business Class seat experience without the disadvantages of any physical symptoms from my body. That also meant I can finally enjoy champagne and airplane food without reacting negatively to the odor of the food. The divider on my side pulled down on its own, I got startled. It's Seokjin, smiling.
"Good morning!" He tilted his head following where my eyes are looking, I smiled faintly and bowed in return.
"Good morning. You seem to have eaten enough breakfast with all that energy." My eyes scanned my surroundings for the in-flight blanket, pillow, and headphones.
"You know I just realized. We were together for 4 years yet we haven't flewn overseas together yet. You even experienced it first with Mingyu before I did." He was pouting while spreading the blanket on his lower body.
"Yeah that same trip I found out I was pregnant with our child. So technically it was me and baby's first and last trip together. Not bad, City of Love." I uttered in a sarcastic tone as I dusted the blanket open aggressively and placed it gently on my legs. His face read the room and turned quiet.
As the plane positions itself for take off, I closed my eyes and started meditating - slow, deep breaths. The gravity pulling the plane, I can feel the floor elevate and detach gradually from the ground. A warm hand held mine, I looked at him and gave me an assuring smile. When the lights blinked with a calm beep on the seatbelt sign, that's when I knew the plane is settled mid-air - I finally let go of his hand.
Half an hour has passed and it's time for the flight crew to serve us refreshments. He took apple juice, it was my turn.
"Oh, do you have plant-based milk? Perhaps Soy or Almond?" He felt shy asking and having to elaborate but the attendant nodded.
"Seokjin. You know you don't have to do that anymore right? Can I have a cup of tea instead please? Thank you." I turned to him and gave him the look.
"Right. Sorry. Just muscle memory." He nodded and faced his booth in-flight entertainment.
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Airport Photos: BTS Jin at Incheon International Airport for Milan Fashion Week
BRING THE PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE, MISS LEE CHAERIN!
In western news terms, this is like Princess Diana and (then Prince) King Charles on tour.
Her mysterious identity makes us more interested in her. How did you bag THE Mr. Worldwide Handsome???
"PRETEND WE'RE... Yoomin, you of all people know that this is a silly idea." I'm pretty sure my voice can be heard across the entire floor.
Jin stood by the other side of the room having to tolerate the earsore of a conversation. He lent me his phone, hence why he was forced to stay.
"Chaerin. This occurence is rare for the board members to be involved. They were insisting of your frequent appearances with oppa. There's one that was willing to extend their partnership with us for another 3 years!" She's really this aloof right now and I have to admit, I don't remember the last time she sounded this finnicky.
"I will think about it. What kind of content do they want to see?" I sighed.
One thing about my best friend, I always have a hard time saying no to this woman.
"I don't know, maybe some cheesy photos. Fans yearn for that. Or like previous photos from your phone gallery?" She was that determined.
I found him cheesing while he rested on the entryway of the door inbetween the connecting rooms.
"YA! What are you laughing about?" My brows raised, his behavior switched back.
"I'll try, okay? I'm not turning it down if it meant for us to get a pay raise this year. So be it." I managed to pull out a joke somehow.
"I love you since day one, Lee Chaerin. I promise you a pay raise when your current contract ends. You know me, I keep my word!" She sounded so relieved.
I hung up and returned the phone to him. Dropped my entire weight on the bed for a quick nap.
"Fitting's at 1PM okay?" He reminded me. Wait, how does he know about my schedule? I just stuck a thumbs up.
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At the store of Gucci in Via Montenapoleone, this is the address for the fittings. It is the preparation for some final touches for his fashion week attire for tomorrow. The assistants led us to the private room, halls painted in deep red, passing by the replicas of the classic collection from the original fashion house that Gucci founded from the ground up. The room also in deep red and warm ambient lighting with a rack full of clothes hung in sets - one for male clothing and one for female. I shook my head in disapproval, I do not recall this is in the itinerary.
"The agency confirmed RSVP for two people, Signora." The branch manager tapping a few windows on the tablet they were holding and showed me the mentioned response from the company.
YOOMIN! I gave Seokjin a puzzled smile, he just chuckled.
Well, this is the dead end. I stood and cooperated with the team designated for me to collect my vitals.
His gaze barely left my way, we caught a glimpse of each other for a few times.
For his first change, it was a relaxed beige set and brown leather oxfords with horsebit buckles. Mine was a dress in the classic brown monogram, I personally think this is not me and I'm leaving room for the other clothes I might end up liking.
Next for him was a denim straight leg pant with horsebit decals on both sides of the back pocket paired with a white silk top embossed with the monogram, unbuttoned just at the right level.
For some reason, a fully air conditioned room isn't enough to keep my body temperature at bay.
My cheeks and chest heating up, flutters filling my stomach - what could be a reason that my body is sabotaging me right now?
Second outfit for mine would be wide leg trousers in dark denim with the classic monogram paired with a red double-breasted tuxedo top and red stilletto heels in patent leather and horsebit buckles.
The team were nodding their heads, he sat with his legs crossed.
The hot flushes from my chest, beat as heavy as big drums - which is very contradictory with the flutters from my lower torso, tension surrounded me like a thick blanket.
To distract myself, I proceeded with the last set I have to try on.
"When is the wedding?" I overheard it clearly while the only thing that protected me was the velvet curtains from the changing room.
He just laughed it off and paused. "No meeting with planners yet."
"You know Gucci is already in the talks of funding the wedding attire, right?" They replied, he agreed.
"Mmm, yeah. I did remember reaching out to Demna, last year about designing our looks." It was a short answer, it seemed that he refrained from the conversation to progress.
I came out to save the moment from becoming awkward. My last look was a turtleneck dress in deep red and black patent leather horsebit heels. Simple yet bold and chic, I think this fits my personality more - I like it. I fix myself in front of the mirrored wall, only to notice behind me was Seokjin's expressions while I celebrate finding the perfect look for the show.
His eyes looking all proud.
It was a compliment that not even a single word was uttered.
I finally managed to smile back.
A grateful one for being respectful and supportive at the same time.
He bowed slightly, slow blinks and gentle smile. The tension gradually vanished. His regard for my boundaries made it felt all assuring.
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The fitting was such a fun experience, time passed by with the speed of light. It's now dinner time, my last meal was from the plane ride going here. So as soon as the food landed on the table, I ate like a starved cat. Eye closed, every bite bursting with flavor, I let out groans or sighs. He maintained a calm composure, watching me enjoy my meal.
"Would you like to try mine? It's braised bass on wine sauce, I don't know how people come up with recipes like this it's unreal." He hesitated, though a tiny portion was already pierced through the fork.
I nodded and leaned over when we aimed it on my mouth. A few chews in; the faint aroma of fermented grapes, mixed herbs, and spices harmonizing with the umami of the tender meat of the bass. My eyes widened, we exchanged smiles. Suddenly it brought me back to our friendship before the malicious intentions ever existed.
If only it remained that way, how will things be?
"You want to try mine? It's seared lamb in wine and ponzu sauce." I sliced it in a size appropriate to his liking and aimed to feed it to his mouth.
His eyes analyzing what flavors has he unlocked, eyebrows raised, he nodded.
It was the umami of lamb, butter, faint wine, ponzu and ginger - a literal fusion of western and eastern flavors in a dish.
When we finished, I ordered a nice glass of Sangria while he ordered a classic gin and tonic.
The atmosphere really felt lighter, no unsettling gut trying to warn me off.
It was a familiar soul, I didn't have to translate myelf to.
The jazz singer hired for the night with the live band played a song to dance to. As usual, Seokjin's face brightened, waving to the beat of the song. His neck stretching over to see who's singing onstage. People began occupying the dance floor with their partners. He looked at me for a second and avoided me the next, this is him when he's shy to ask for something.
"Why? Do you want me to know the artist's name?" I asked, just to check on him.
He smiled and shook his head, that dimple tells me something different.
"I was wondering if you want to dance but nevermind. We can just head out to look for dessert places instead." He's being defensively talkative.
I got up, covered the bag holder with my coat and stood across him.
He constantly asked for my permission the whole day we're together. Best if I soften up a bit just for this one time.
His smile widened, offered his hand formally. I obliged, placing mine on top of it, we walked towards the dance floor.
Our bodies looked awkward, I twitched in attempt of placing my hands on his broad shoulders, he was looking on my waist and on me like a clueless puppy.
"May I? I'm really doing my best to be careful, I'm sorry." His face painted with worry.
I nodded. "May I as well?" I asked in return, he nodded too.
His hands placed on my hips lightly as if I'm very fragile. Our bodies swaying in sync on motion.
It's been a while since I got this close to him, seeing all the beauty marks and tiny details on his face.
His eyes met mine, gaze softened.
It wasn't the normal eye to eye.
Rather, it felt his knocking finally let him in, my windows welcoming him back once more.
Brain and heart clashing in serious conflict. I cannot fully let the tall walls down yet.
"You don't have to love me again. Don't let my kindness confuse your feelings just yet." How did he read my mind? See how he gets me without saying anything?
"Let me prove myself to you... that's only if you allow it." He added.
I paused; stared at his hands on my hips, my feet taking one step at a time dancing, and looked the other way.
"Do we still have time for dessert?" I diverted the topic, he snickered and nodded.
It was silent but not the careful ones anymore.
He remained regarding of my choices.
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Morning of the show day, Paris definitely gave me a good warm up. Though that wasn't really a memory I wish to recall right now as it is still triggering on my part. I picked up a clean mug, boiled water and tore the paper packaging of the complimentary tea. Knocked on the door to ensure he's awake just in time for the team to arrive, I heard a muffled response. He's still on his pajamas, sat on the chair placed by the large glass window, curtains nicely hung on both sides.
"Good Morning." He greeted, holding the mug.
The aroma of the coffee filled his room. I smiled and went back to my room. Why am I making a simple morning so awkward?
Perhaps I prefer to be alone for now and returned to my side of the connecting room. Heaps of interactions later, I better charge and save my social battery.
I sat comfortably on the chair, overlooking the view of the city. It would be a month past since the incident. My hand touched my lower stomach, I proceeded to sip on my warm cup of tea.
"Perhaps you're not yet ready for the cruel world. You're in a better place with Appa in heaven." I sighed and stared at the random parts of the city that caught my attention.
You heard a knock from the door and turned the other way, only to catch Seokjin watching you this entire time by the arch of the connecting door, he jumped from the surprised reactions.
"Yeah, I got it." He quickly approached the door to avoid eye contact out of embarrassment.
We greeted the team and welcomed them over. It's the same people from the store, there's already a built up relationship from the fitting day prior. My room as the prep room as always, so his can be for the social media contents and documentations.
"This is like a taste of what preparing for your wedding will look like." The senior stylist shared. Seokjin glanced to see my reaction, I gave a faint laugh.
When he finished, the production team went on with their jobs to take photos and videos.
My hair is still being styled with the final touches. It was a half-up pony with the Gucci ribbon attached to it.
He found me fixing my dress, his eyes were stunned.
"Before I forgot. Yoomin's orders. Only if you want to, I can explain to them if it causes you trouble." He sounded cautious with the excessive talking again.
"Thank you." It was a genuine one, I meant it.
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Inside the car heading to the venue, we both sat at the back with an acceptable amount of space between us.
His fingers point random spots and stuff we pass by without even saying anything, I on the other hand, distracted myself with the same things. I noticed we passed the long red carpet and crowd by the entrance, I lowered the partition.
"Excuse me? I think we just passed the first drop off?" Telling the assistant that sat in front beside the driver.
"Oh. It was a directive for both of you to be dropped off at the entrance closer to the venue to avoid the huge crowd." They explained.
I might've showed him my face looking nervous, he has the ability to read me quite easily.
"Come on, this is not your first time. You shine effortlessly out there, you don't have to try hard. Trust me, I'm a brutally honest person and you know that." Well he's got a point.
Car doors opened, guards on both sides tending to us and stood at a fair distance.
"Signore! Signora!" Lights blinding, ears ringing from media people calling our attention on both sides.
I can no longer be visually and audibly aware until I felt a hand held a tight grip on mine.
It was him, he looked at me with an assuring gaze.
"You wore the ring?" He sounded surprised, I nodded.
His face brightened, smile widened.
It's the one that reflected a content man, a small gesture making his day better.
BTS Jin and fiance Lee Chaerin stuns in new red carpet photos from the Gucci Fashion Show.
Why am I so happy for people who don't even know I exist? 😭🩷
Mr. Worldwide Handsome of course picked a woman fit for his level. They deserve each other. 🥹
CAN SEOKJIN FIGHT? UNFORTUNATELY, HE CAN. 😖
The show wrapped up, we're about to have our post-event dinner. Italian again, no wonder he comes home wanting Korean cuisine. My feet were sore and throbbing from wearing the heels in lengthy hours, eyes are sore from the contacts too though I took it out already. This one is a place solely featured pasta dishes; I knew I had to get Ravioli and white wine, he got a classic bolognese. Okay, first bite... I tasted blue cheese. I do not like blue cheese.
"How's the food?" He must've noticed from my expression. "Can I try it?" He asked.
His arm reached for one piece and ate it. He nodded and called the server for another menu. See how he just knows me without having to explain myself? I am being swoon by the little things, why am I letting this man in my life again? But he does not seem to return with bad intentions, in fact continued to shock me with changes that I never expect of him to become.
"This one please. Thank you." He ordered on my behalf, I did not protest not one bit.
"I'll wait for your food, don't worry." He added.
"No I can just eat this one. It's just a mind thing, if I don't think the cheese is in here, I can manage. Plus there's wine!" I raised the glass and took a sip.
He chuckled and shook his head. "And you think I'm some brokie from Hongdae? We both ate half of the serving anyway, so don't feel bad. Chugging it down won't make it a real meal if it's not good for your tummy in the first place. It's alright." He explained.
His eyes never left, mine explored the details of the restaurant to distract myself.
"So it's the first month since our baby?" He asked and I nodded in return.
"I know being alone through all of it wasn't easy. It forever haunts me with the thought of not being there for you and succumed to the dark. I'm such a fucking coward and you never deserved that. I'm really sorry for being the person responsible for the darkest times of your life." He let it out of his chest, tone in genuine sincerity.
"You have to give yourself some credit. You are a great friend, Seokjin. And it's not like you let it fully consume you because you chose to be better, I did notice some improvements from you. Don't be so hard on yourself, I see progress and I'm happy for you." I leaned closer to the table to look him in the eye, it got welled up and a tear fell eventually.
He looked the other way and wiped it discreetly. "Thank you. I will make you and our baby angel proud. What's the name by the way? Do you wish to put a name to it?"
"I thought of the name Moon. He's at the moon with Appa now." I stared at the distance.
The order arrived and it was truffle pasta with button mushrooms. My eyes widened in awe, he just knows what I like.
He smiled proudly and nodded. "I hope you enjoy your food now. Let's eat?"
I nodded back and it was a night well ended... or was it?
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The car ride back, I took off my heels once more just to massage the pressure points where it hurt the most. He grabbed it from me and massaged it but he's so good at this, much better than I do for myself.
Every press from his fingertips felt like release.
"Thank you." I mouthed, he smiled back.
"I mean I can carry you back. So you don't have to walk." He offered, I shook my head.
We were dropped off and a tad bit of boost of energy came to me, enough to bring me back to my room.
The dimly lit halls called for rest. Before I went in, I turned to him for one last time - we exchanged smiles.
I played jazz music in the bath, set everything up and got undressed. Took the jewelry and makeup off. I think this is a universally accurate experience for every woman after a busy and full day outside. My toes dipped the warm water of the tub first and submerged my whole body after. The chills my nerves collectively crawling upward and all over, I took slow breaths.
Breathing in and out with relief.
Closing my eyes only gave me flashbacks of what happened during the trip.
The plane ride, the fitting day, the show, the dinners on both nights.
I have witnessed and experienced a different version of the same man that broke my heart.
He never mended it by making things better for me, instead he fixed himself and it reflected through his actions.
Why am I thinking of him when I should be relaxing in a 5-star hotel at Milano?
I let out a deep sigh and felt the tip of the water on the tub turning cold, I jumped out to have a warm steamy shower. Dressed in my silk robe, I did my hair and skin care. Why am I constantly thinking about him? He's literally just next door.
The ring sparkled from the counter of the sink along with my other jewelries. I have to return this, it's his family heirloom.
Walked to the connecting door and knocked twice, no response. It was unlocked anyway so I checked, the room was dark and the only light was the ambient ones from the front door aisle. I also heard echoed singing, he's showering. Intending to leave the ring but found no box, yet out of curiosity I stayed just to eavesdrop by the bathroom door. He's singing random melodies perhaps for the album he's currently producing. It was too late for me to run, I got caught red handed when it opened on me, best I could do was play it cool and act like I just got there.
His top was bare, towel wrapped hanging on his hip. I cannot look at him in the face, I can feel hot flushes on my cheeks when I caught a glimpse of his torso. Chaerin, we just greet him and give the ring back. PLEASE, we're stronger than this.
"Oh, you're here? You forgot something?" He asked in a worried tone.
My breathing intervals are skipping, feeling the tension between the thighs. This is not new to us, you've seen him look like this for a ton of times - why are you acting like this is your first?
"Uh the ring! I wish to return it but I can't find the box" Now why is my voice shaking and stuttering? We're not losing tonight, Chaerin!
He walked towards me, I feared for what's next so I backed myself on the edge of the bed. I sensed he bent down, smelling the soapy clean scent from his shoulders - fuck, this is my weakness I need urgent help. The bedside drawers pulled.
My bad for assuming too much, he gave me the box trying to stop himself from laughing.
I am blushing I hate every bit of it.
His scent lingering everywhere, my hips are yearning to be slammed.
This could just be one of his tactics I cannot fall for.
BUT I was the one that came here and intruded his space? Technically, I'm in the wrong?
"I just dropped by for the ring and tell you I'm grateful for this trip. The Paris one was a bit hard but I think one factor that made this one easier is because of your help. So thank you." Why am I catching my breath? I didn't run a mile before I got here.
He nodded. "It's an honor. Goodnight, Chaerin-ssi." He talks normally like that but why does it sound different this time?
My eyes refuse to make contact even though my peripherals can clearly see the muscular silhouette. The tension in the room took all the oxygen here for sure, my knees are fragile and as you can see, I can't stop talking to myself from so much thoughts coming through.
A few steps toward the door, he got a grip of my waist. That's the call, my heart decided to answer at long last.
Our lips crashed, it was deep and heated.
It was a hunger that we starved ourselves in.
His arms held me tight, yet careful.
Not the ones where you can break like glass but the ones where you feel secure and safe.
I wrapped mine around his neck, caressing the strands of his damp hair.
He paused, eye to eye filled with pure adoration.
The look he gave was longing for this connection.
"I craved for you. All of you." He growled under his breath, I can already feel it stiff behind the premium hotel towel.
"Why do you know me so well?" I replied as a single tear fell from my face.
I wasn't even sad. Perhaps my body can sense the relief, the energy being pure and sincere this time.
He brought me to the bed, crawling after me. I moved back slowly, eye contact never broke.
Our lips met again, his hands busy on the chest. Rubbing his thumbs on the peaks, I gasped for air.
He then went for my neck, traveling across the nape, the lady bits - making sure both sides get the equal amount of attention, while he pumped it with his veiny hands. Crawling down further, he placed himself in between. Took off my garment, paused and immersed in it for a while to grasp all my remaining scent on it. God, that is one fine beast.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, I got no response yet he kept going.
He has never done this before. I can feel my flowing robes spread open, the flattest part of his soaking tongue rubbing on the rosebud. My back all arched up, my hands grabbing a chunk of his hair - I could get used to this.
I'm nearing stimuli, his other hand curled inside, pressing the spot on a certain motion.
"Oh my god!" I thirst for clean air to breathe, this is all too steamy for me.
As I'm all heightened up, he stuck out the same fingers and cleaned all the juice on it with his mouth while looking at me.
His beautifully carved arms went its way back to mine, I pulled him close for more kisses. His member all hard for me.
"Can I?" Him learning consent was the most attractive part of all this. I nodded in response.
He presses in, stretching my folds, inch by inch, slowly, carefully. I reached for his hands, he shook his head and placed mine on his wide shoulders.
"My body is your canvas and I love to be reminded of this night." He whispered in my ear while my whole body can feel his movements in waving motion, hitting the right spot inside me.
Our breathing in sync, his forehead resting on mine, hands clutched on his upper torso.
His pelvis going in deeper, my nails clawed on his skin, our breathing hitched up.
Our lips kept finding its way back to each other's.
"I'm coming." He forewarned, giving a questioned look.
"Keep it inside." I answered.
A slight grin sneaking out. "Is that an order, Miss?"
Before I even replied, I dug my nails on him once more - I'm coming!
He kept a consistent deeper motion, gradually getting faster, the clapping sound of our skin echoed the room.
Not long has passed, he caved in. His face buried on my neck, moaning load I can hear it crystal clear.
His arms pulled me for a tight embrace.
Warm fluid painted inside my walls.
For the very first time, it didn't feel shallow or forced at all.
It was consensual and natural.
A familiar presence yet his touches felt so foreign to me.
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I heard my alarm from the distance, I forgot I ended up sleeping with him in his room. My phone screaming for its life on the other side, sorry little robot.
Good thing I made sure to set alarms 3 hours from the intended time, some habits I picked up from my previous relationship experience with him.
My legs racewalked from left to right. For short trips like this, I never fully unpack my things so when it's bound to leave, everything can be ready to go. Zipping sounds from different travel pouches were heard in my room.
Pajamas, oop I have to change.
All bags are in the luggage. Before I proceed with my personal hand carry, I checked on him. Still all straight Z's. I patted him, the snoring stopped and squinted his eyes from the daylight by the glass window.
"How much time do I have?" God, this man's morning voice sends unholy thoughts to my brain.
"Two hours. Unless you still want to spend your breakfast here?" I responded. He shook his head and got up to pack his belongings.
We're settled with the baggages, we had enough time for breakfast. The hotel buffet always makes the trip extra better, in my opinion. The balcony was the perfect spot, cold breeze mixed with the warm sunlight. Not to mention majority of the people are inside, only a few of us sat outside.
"So, what's in it for you when we land back?" He stirred his cup of tea.
"Just progress reports of our trip. Documentation of how it went from Day 1 to the last. Post-trip meeting, the lapses and good points. It will be a busy first day back. That's all." I shared.
"Are you going to include last night in the documentation?" He slipped a mischievous grin, I looked the other way. Hot flushes touched my cheeks right away.
"I mean I can. I'll put it under lapses." Looking at him with a straight face, his face switched in a second.
"Hey, that was the first time I went down on you. If it's bad, just tell me so I can be better at it." This man has zero filter and awareness in his surroundings.
"Seokjin! You started the joke and you couldn't take a hit?" I scolded him.
"It's not a joke to me, Chaerin. I know you felt it too. It's all real to me. Nothing shallow." He pouted, I felt bad now.
"Likewise! I just think perhaps it's just the fact that we had history. And it didn't help that it's just the two of us in this trip, plus Yoomin's favor from us. You've seen those kinds of movies!" I'm talking nonsense, I know too well that it's real to me, no other excuses.
"You think we're like actors and this is just work? For the board members? That's all it was to you?" His face now turned stern, I shook my head.
"No! Ugh. You know what. Okay, I hate having to admit it. It just feels like I'm laying it bare to you. I did felt something but I'm confused, worried, scared. What if it all comes back like before? What if this is just your way to lure me back in? I'm tired of living life in constant fight or flight." I drank on my lukewarm tea to control the tears as it settled on the waterline of my eyes.
"I'm not pursuing you to change what happened back then. I can only control what happens next and I'm keeping my word when I said I'm willing to spend the rest of my life earning your forgiveness, even if it has to take me earning it in the next lifetime. You're scared of me? So am I!" His eyes directed on mine, determined to prove a point. Maybe I'm the problem.
"Do you think we can make this work for the second time?"
He nodded and leaned on the table. "What's there to lose? At least we tried, right? As for me, this final chance is fragile to me and I have to handle it with care. You don't have to love me back right away, just let me show you how to."
He took my hand, traced the lines on it and placed a light gentle peck on it, I smiled in return.
It was never how long or short it takes to forgive a person, in love. As long as he's willing to defy the obsession that doesn't get mistaken for love, and caring is not masked behind possession.
"First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love"
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Next Chapter to be continued.
