Nineteen - Twenty Seven || JJK || ✔️ [EDITED ✔️]

CHAP 6: Love in the air

Jungkook's POV:

The rest of the evening felt almost surreal. After dinner, she showed me to the spare room, a cozy space with a comfortable bed and warm decor. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to live here, sharing more moments like these. As she left me to settle in, I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and joy.

Later, as we both sat in the living room, she handed me a cup of tea. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. The connection between us felt even stronger, and I realise how much I cherished these moments with her.

The spare room was cozy, with soft lighting casting a warm glow. I took a moment to absorb my surroundings, appreciating the personal touches that made the space inviting—a neatly made bed with fluffy pillows, a small bookshelf filled with interesting titles, and a framed picture of a serene landscape. It felt comforting, far from the emptiness of my own house.

I changed into the spare pajamas as she had lent me and slipped into the bed. The mattress was just right, and the blankets enveloped me in a comforting embrace.  As I settled in, I heard soft footsteps approaching and then a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," I called out softly.

My teacher peeked in, a kind smile on her face. "Just wanted to check if you need anything else before you sleep."

I shook my head, smiling back. "No, I'm good. Thank you so much for this."

She nodded, lingering for a moment. "I'm glad you're here. Goodnight."

I lay back smiling, feeling a deep sense of contentment. The worries and loneliness that had been gnawing at me earlier in the evening seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of belonging. The thought of being alone in my big house was now a distant memory, overshadowed by the warmth and comfort I felt here.

As I close my eyes, my mind wandered to the day's events. The simple act of sharing noodles had led to something so much more meaningful. I thought about my teacher's kindness, her empathy, and the unspoken bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Drifting off to sleep, I imagined a future where nights like this were common—where I could share dinners, stories, and laughter in this welcoming space. I envisioned building a life together, filled with shared dreams and mutual support. The thought filled me with a profound sense of happiness and hope.

As the night grew quieter and the sounds of the city outside faded, my thoughts began to drift.

Jimin's words started to echo in your mind. "She might be married and have children too," these words keep lingering in my head and now was replaced my happy thoughts of being with her in her house, filling me with anxiety.

I tossed and turned, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept resurfacing. What if she really was married? What if she had children? The idea gnawed at me, unsettling the happiness I had felt earlier. I started to overthink every little detail. The pictures on the mantle, the small personal touches around the apartment—were they signs of a family life you hadn't considered?

And that photo with her and the small child beside her, she looked awfully similar, as I've seen her somewhere, I tried to think but the image of that girl only blurred my mind.

The questions swirled in my mind, refusing to let me rest. I imagined scenarios where I discovered the truth—her husband coming home unexpectedly, or children's toys hidden away in a closet. Each thought was more distressing than the last, amplifying my anxiety.

I tried to reason with myself. She had invited me into her home, offered me comfort and kindness. Surely, she wouldn't have done that if she had a family? But the doubt persisted, making it hard to trust my own judgment. The fear of the unknown, of being hurt by a reality I hadn't considered, started to overshadow the joy of being in her house.