J U N G K O O K'S  P O V

As I stand there, arms wrapped around her, my heart pounds fiercely in my chest, each beat echoing the weight of my words. "Do you love me?" I ask, and the moment the question leaves my lips, a wave of anxiety crashes over me.

My heart races uncontrollably, as if trying to escape the gravity of this moment. I've faced armies, commanded loyalty, and navigated the treacherous waters of court politics, yet nothing compares to this raw vulnerability I feel now.

I never believed in God, never thought there was a higher power watching over me.

But in this moment, I find myself praying fervently, hoping against hope that she feels the same way I do.

With every second that passes in silence, the weight of my longing presses down on me. I study her face, searching for any flicker of emotion, any hint that she might be feeling the same heartache and joy that consumes me. The tension is almost unbearable, yet I remain hopeful, clinging to the dream that she could love me as fiercely as I love her. In that moment, she becomes my entire world, and I can't help but think that I would face any battle, conquer any enemy, just to be worthy of her love.

I felt her tremble slightly as she turned to face me, the weight of the moment pressing down on us like a thick fog. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, pierced through the tumult of my own emotions. I was desperate for her to say the words I longed to hear, but I knew this was just as monumental for her as it was for me.

"Jungkook," she began, her voice soft yet resolute. I could see the internal battle she was fighting, the way her heart wrestled with her mind. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing in anticipation. Every beat seemed to echo the plea I had in my own heart—please, let her love me back.

"I never wanted to fall in love," she admitted, and a wave of understanding washed over me. I knew she had been struggling, pulling away to protect herself from the intensity of what we shared. "I was scared, scared of what it could mean for both of us, for you and your future. I told myself it was easier to avoid you, to pretend that these feelings didn't exist."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with truth. I could feel the tension between us, a taut string ready to snap. I wanted to reach out, to tell her that it was okay to feel, that she didn't have to hide. But I remained still, captivated by the vulnerability in her expression.

"But the truth is, Jungkook, I love you." My heart surged at her confession, a rush of warmth flooding my chest. "I love you in a way that makes every heartbeat feel like a celebration, in a way that brings warmth to my coldest days. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and I can't hide it anymore. It's like you've unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and I fought the urge to pull her close, to wipe away her fears with my touch. Instead, I listened intently, hanging onto her every word. "I love the way you make me feel alive, how just a glance from you can light up the darkest corners of my heart. I love your strength, your kindness, the way you care for your people. You've shown me what it means to truly love and be loved in return."

Each sentence was like a dagger to my heart, a beautiful revelation that cut through the fear and doubt I had harbored. I felt a weight lift, a tension ease as she continued.

"But I also know the weight of your responsibilities, the life you're expected to lead." Her voice wavered, and my chest tightened. "I didn't want to complicate things for you, to be just another burden you have to bear. Yet here I am, confessing this love that has taken root so deeply in my soul that I can't imagine my life without you."

As I stood there, grappling with the reality of her words, a profound stillness enveloped me. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike, that the girl I had spent countless sleepless nights thinking about—wondering if she felt even a fraction of what I felt—had just poured her heart out to me.

Y/N loved me.

The thought reverberated in my mind like a sweet melody, each repetition echoing the disbelief that swelled within my chest. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to let it sink in. My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage like a drum celebrating a victory.

How had I gotten so lucky?

Out of all the people in this vast world, with its endless choices and countless faces, she had chosen me. The thought made me want to laugh, cry, and scream all at once. I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotions—gratitude, elation, and a tenderness that made my heart swell beyond its limits.

Y/N was the light in my life, illuminating the darkest corners of my soul. She had seen me in my moments of weakness, had witnessed the burdens I carried as a king, yet still chose to love me despite it all. I could hardly believe that someone as remarkable as her would find something worth loving in me. The sheer depth of her affection made me question everything I thought I knew about love.

In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my own hopes and fears. She had been there, standing by my side through my struggles, even when I was too afraid to let her in completely. And now, as the reality of her love washed over me, I felt a profound sense of awe. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, weaving our destinies into a tapestry of longing and passion.

How could I ever express the depth of my gratitude?

I was no longer just a king; I was a man transformed by the love of a woman who believed in me, who saw beyond the crown to the heart that beat beneath it. I wanted to cherish every moment with her, to create a future that held the promise of our dreams intertwined.

As I opened my eyes, I gazed at her—the girl who had chosen me, who had bravely laid bare her heart. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, fueled by the realization that, against all odds, I had found my partner, my confidant, my love. And in that moment, I knew I would never let her go.

As I cupped her face in my trembling hands, I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, mingling with the coolness of the room. Tears glistened in our eyes, pooling like precious jewels, reflecting the whirlwind of emotions swirling between us. We held each other's gaze, an unspoken understanding binding us together, the world around us fading into a distant echo.

Her smile, even amidst the tears, was the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld. It was a mix of vulnerability and strength, a testament to the journey we had traveled together. Time seemed to stand still as we stood there, lost in each other's eyes, hearts racing in sync. I felt an electric current between us, a connection so profound that it ignited every fiber of my being.

Then, in a moment that felt like both an eternity and a fleeting instant, she leaned in closer. My heart stopped, caught in a mix of shock and anticipation. When our lips finally met, it was as if the world had erupted into a symphony of colors and sensations. The softness of her lips against mine was both a gentle whisper and a roaring declaration. I couldn't believe it—

Y/N was kissing me.

The initial shock sent a jolt through me, my heart almost bursting from my ribcage in a chaotic dance of exhilaration and disbelief. It was a sweet surrender, a melding of souls that transcended words. Instinctively, I kissed her back, pouring every ounce of my love and longing into that single, perfect moment. The taste of her lips, a blend of warmth and sweetness, ignited a fire deep within me, and I felt alive in a way I had never known before.

We pulled each other closer, the space between us vanishing as I reveled in the reality that this was happening. I had dreamed of this moment, envisioned what it would be like to kiss her, but nothing could compare to the sheer bliss of experiencing it for real. In that kiss, I felt a promise of forever, a silent vow that we would navigate whatever storms lay ahead together.

As we finally broke apart, our foreheads resting against each other, the world outside ceased to exist. Tears still glimmered in our eyes, but now they were tears of joy. In that shared breath, I understood that we had crossed a threshold—no longer just two souls longing for connection but two hearts intertwined, bound by a love that felt as if it were written in the stars.

As we held each other, the weight of unspoken feelings lifted, and the truth finally broke through the surface. I looked deeply into Y/N's eyes, searching for reassurance, and found the courage I needed. "I love you," she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. It felt as if the world around us had faded away, leaving only the two of us and the undeniable connection that pulsed between our hearts.

"I love you more, yeowang nim" I replied, the words flowing out with an urgency that reflected the fervor of my emotions. Those simple phrases felt monumental, marking the culmination of all the moments we had shared, the struggles we had faced, and the overwhelming joy that now filled the space between us.

It was a beautiful, simple declaration that held the weight of everything we had shared—the laughter, the pain, the long silences, and the unspoken feelings that had simmered beneath the surface. My heart swelled with joy as I heard her say it, and I felt as if the ground beneath us had shifted, creating a new foundation upon which we could build our future.

Just then, a brilliant burst of light erupted outside her window, drawing our attention away from each other for a brief moment. I turned to see vibrant fireworks painting the night sky in dazzling hues of gold, red, and blue. The kingdom had come alive in celebration of our victory over the Jung dynasty, but for us, it felt like a celebration of something far more profound—a new beginning.

With each explosion of color, I could feel the weight of our shared emotions lifting, replaced by a buoyant sense of hope. The sky lit up with each fiery bloom, echoing the fervor in my heart. I turned back to Y/N, our eyes meeting once again, and I could see the reflection of the fireworks dancing in her gaze, illuminating her features in a way that took my breath away.

In that moment, surrounded by the joy and jubilation outside, we found our own little sanctuary. The cheers and laughter from the kingdom faded into the background, becoming a distant symphony to our own quiet celebration. I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers, as we both leaned closer to the window, our hearts beating in synchrony with the fireworks that painted the night sky.

Every crackle and pop of the fireworks felt like a promise—a promise of love, of adventure, and of a future we could embrace together. And as the last of the fireworks burst into a shower of sparkling lights, I knew that this moment, this feeling, would be etched in my heart forever. It was the beginning of our story, one that was written not just in the stars, but in the depths of our souls.

As the last echoes of fireworks faded into the night, a sense of serenity enveloped us. My heart raced, still buoyed by our confessions of love, but there was something more I needed to express—a gesture that would forever symbolize my feelings for Y/N. Taking a deep breath, I gently released her hand and moved back slightly, the anticipation building within me.

With a determined spirit, I got down on one knee, the world around us fading into a blur. All that mattered was the moment, the connection we shared, and the gift I had brought back from the Jung dynasty. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the delicate white rose, its petals pristine and unblemished, glowing softly in the dim light of her room.

"Y/N," I began, my voice steady yet filled with emotion. As I held the rose up to her, its elegance mirrored the beauty I saw in her. "This rose is more than just a flower; it represents my love for you—pure, enduring, and unwavering. Just as this rose stood resilient amidst the chaos, so too do my feelings for you."

I watched as her eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy reflected in her gaze. The tension that had once filled the air seemed to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that wrapped around us like a comforting embrace. The rose, delicate yet strong, symbolized everything we had overcome and everything we had yet to face together.

"Will you accept this rose and, with it, my heart?" I asked, the sincerity of my words pouring out with every beat of my heart. I hoped she could see the truth in my eyes, the depth of my affection, and the promise of a future I wanted to build with her.

Her face lit up with a radiant grin as she accepted the rose, the delicate petals brushing against her fingertips. In that moment, I felt a rush of relief and joy, knowing that my gesture had touched her heart. The sight of her smile was like sunlight breaking through the clouds, warming every corner of my soul.

"I remember you telling me how much you love white roses," I said, my voice soft yet filled with enthusiasm. "There's a part of the Jung dynasty that is completely filled with them—a secret garden where the roses bloom in abundance. And now, it's under my kingdom. You can visit it whenever you want."

As I spoke, I could see the wonder in her eyes grow, reflecting the beauty of the rose she held. "This garden will always be a symbol of my love for you," I continued, my heart swelling with every word. "A place where you can escape, where the air is fragrant with the scent of blossoms, and where every petal represents a piece of my heart."

I watched her take a deep breath, as if she were inhaling the very essence of what I had just shared. "You can find solace there," I added, "a place to remember that you are cherished and adored. Just like this rose, your beauty will always stand out in my world, no matter the chaos that surrounds us."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the realization dawned on her, a mixture of shock and confusion washing over her features. "You declared war against the Jung dynasty... just for that garden?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, as if struggling to comprehend the magnitude of my actions.

I nodded, feeling the weight of her gaze. "Yes," I said softly, each word heavy with meaning. "I needed to give you what you truly love. You have a passion for white roses, and I couldn't let anything stand in the way of that."

A myriad of emotions flitted across her face—surprise, concern, and a flicker of admiration. "But a war, Jungkook? Was it really necessary?" Her brow furrowed, as if trying to grasp the full extent of my resolve.

"How could I not?" I replied, my voice steady, yet filled with the fervor of my conviction. "You deserve the most beautiful things this world has to offer. If a garden overflowing with white roses is what brings you joy, then I would move mountains to make it a reality. Your happiness is everything to me."

Her expression softened, the initial shock slowly melting into a deep understanding. I watched as she glanced at the delicate white rose in her hand, then back into my eyes, her heart slowly unraveling the complexities of my intentions. "I wanted to create a sanctuary for you," I continued, my words flowing freely, "a place where you can escape the chaos and find solace in the beauty of what you adore. Those roses represent my love for you—a love that knows no bounds and is fierce in its devotion."

As the last of my words lingered in the air, she closed the distance between us, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace. I could feel the tension melting away as she pressed her body against mine, her heartbeat syncing with my own. It was a moment suspended in time, where nothing else mattered except the two of us.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. And then, she kissed me again—soft and sweet, yet charged with the fervor of everything we had been through. It was a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, understanding, and a shared future. I melted into it, returning the gesture with all the passion that had been building inside me, every emotion pouring out into that singular moment.

Her lips felt like home, and I lost myself in the tenderness of her kiss, as if the world around us faded into nothingness. The warmth of her body, the softness of her touch—it was everything I had longed for. This kiss was different; it was laced with promises and dreams, a vow that we were finally stepping into the light together.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, I could see the joy in her eyes mirrored in my own. We both knew we were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, hearts intertwined. It was a new beginning for us—one filled with love, hope,

And the beautiful future that awaited.