The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
"Two damaged people trying to heal each other is love."
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Taehyung's brain is altering through every dimension. Off and on. Off and on. Off and on. Wavering fast at a quick speed. Not as much as his heart.
He feels like he will have a heart attack. It has reached that point. His body is burning cold. Eyes blurring everything around with his focus only on Jennie.
She's got her hair down today. Kissing her shoulders and slipping down beautifully. Hair parted sideways neatly with a hairband resting on top.
Eyes bearing the same emotions as yesterday. Amusing than yesterday. Prettier and more dazzling than yesterday. Skin soft. Pink tinted cheeks. He wishes nothing to trace his knuckles down her skin to admire every inch of her. Lip glossing her way into his heart.
A white dress. Casual wear. Still eye-catching. It's full-sleeved thin wool with little strawberries drawn on it. She's petite and soft. Someone who would hold calm and turn into your worst nightmare if she could.
It fucked him up. It was love. He was in love. He was in love. Love. Love. Love. Shit.
If it was possible, there would be just her and him in a room with canvas and paints and flowers and love.
Her eyes blink, and he is slipping off his feet. Misses a few seconds and holds himself with the help of a doorway next to him.
"Jesus." He is coming back to reality. Cruel reality which he didn't realize would never want him to come back to. Oh, he wants to become deaf to everything. Wants to go back to the shell of his own where he was blossoming like cherry blossoms happening in spring.
"Yeah, this is Jennie," Jungkook emphasizes once more. Kicking off Taehyung straight into his gut.
Jennie is looking at everyone and coming back to Taehyung. He is wearing a black polo shirt matching with pants below. The watch on his wrist took her into focus. She goes to see his face, which is shadowing under his cap.
His physique is no joke. Lean and sexy. Tall and swoon-worthy. Hair long, just like she remembers. Oh, this was the man who she encountered yesterday with.
"You." She comes forward, her cheeks becoming a little shade of red. "I think we met yesterday, right?" Taehyung is looking at her. Finds her voice ten times beautiful. His eyes can't look away. There is a freaking eye contact and he can't say anything. Lost his voice.
Oh, this was not right. But he is so awestruck. So so whipped. This is no joke. The feelings are super strong. And he's dead silent. Lost in her. Don't want to return to reality.
Jimin jumps forward and slips his way in between. "Jennie!" He squeals, taking her attention. Hands in the air. "Oh, we were looking so forward to seeing you hahaha!" He greets her and she's so taken aback. Points at herself. Confused. "Me?"
