He wasn't just in love; he was head over heels, wholly consumed by a burning passion. The way you twirled in the flower fields, giggling innocently as you tugged him along. He loved you, and he knew, that now was the time. "Seokjin...?" You whispered, puzzled by his face of concentration, but he just smiled, brushing his hand against your flushed cheek, "My butterfly - my wings." [This story is intended for readers age 21+ due to language and sexual content. Read at your discretion.] Disclaimer: I'm posting every story from Tumblr onto Wattpad/Quotev to discourage plagiarism.