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Author pov:
Jin Ah waited in the dimly lit living room, the clock ticking past 10:30 PM. When Taehyung finally walked through the door, his sleeves rolled up and his coat slung over his shoulder, he looked exhausted.
He paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise upon seeing her. "Why are you still awake?" he asked, his voice gentle but tinged with concern. "Did you have dinner?"
Jin Ah sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed on him. Her eyes were puffed from the tears she'd shed earlier, her sadness and worry evident. She didn't respond, her silence speaking volumes.
Taehyung stepped closer, his concern deepening. "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked softly, kneeling in front of her and placing a hand on her cheek. "Please, talk to me."
Jin Ah turned her face away, unable to find the words. The sight of him, the concern in his eyes, only made the ache in her heart grow stronger.
He sighed, glancing towards the kitchen. "Let's go eat something," he suggested gently, trying to coax her into moving.
When she still didn't respond, he stood up and extended a hand. "Come on, you need to eat."
Reluctantly, Jin Ah took his hand and let him help her up.They walked to the kitchen together, and Taehyung noticed the untouched food on the table. He frowned, realizing just how much she had been hurting.
As he started to serve the food, Jin Ah suddenly wrapped her arms around him from behind, holding him tightly.
Taehyung froze, shocked by the unexpected embrace.
Taehyung's Pov:
As I was serving the food, I felt Jin Ah's arms wrap around me from beind. I froze, taken aback by the unexpected embrace. We stood there for nearly five minutes in silence, the weight of her sadness palpable.
Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling. "Why? Why?"
Confused, I turned to face her and pulled her into a tighter hug. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked gently, brushing her hair with my fingers.
She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Once a glass is broken, it can be fixed, but the scars will always remain. Why are you trying to mend something that will never be whole again?" she said, her voice breaking.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly, despite the seriousness of the moment. "If the scars won't disappear, then I'll melt the glass and reshape it into something new. It's not impossible," I said, holding her close, determined to comfort her.
Jin Ah pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine, filled with confusion and hurt. "Why did you never tell me that your mom was behind all this?" she asked, her voice cracking as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
I sighed, my heart aching at the sight of her pain. "I thought it would only make things worse. I didn't want to burden you with the past." I admitted, my voice heavy with regret.
She shook her head, stepping away from me. "But I had a right to know, Taehyung. All these years, I blamed myself. I thought it was my fault that we fell apart," she said, wiping away her tears angrily.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I was trying to protect you, but I see now that I only hurt you more," I said softly, taking a step towards her.
I sighed, my heart aching at the sight of her pain. "I thought it would only make things worse. I didn't want to burden you with the past," I admitted, my voice heavy with regret.
She shook her head, stepping away from me. "But I had a right to know, Taehyung. All these years, I blamed myself. I thought it was my fault that we fell apart," she said, wiping away her tears angrily.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I was trying to protect you, but I see now that I only hurt you more," I said softly, taking a step towards her. "How did you find out? Did you... did you find my box?"
She didn't respond, but her silence was enough of an answer.
"Taehyung," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let's... start over."
I was shocked, staring at her in disbelief. Before I could respond, I felt her lips on mine, soft and tentative. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.
Her kiss was a blend of pain and hope, a plea for a new beginning. When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
"My Hermosa," I whispered. "Let's start over."
We stood there for a while, our foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed, savoring the moment. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. Gently, I wiped them away with my thumb and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I promise, my Hermosa," I murmured against her hair. "We’ll make this work. No more secrets, no more pain. Just us, starting fresh. You deserve the truth, and you deserve happiness. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I want to spend every day making up for them. You are the most important person in my life, and I can't bear to see you hurt."
I held her tighter, feeling her tremble in my arms. "I want to be the man you can rely on, the one you can trust with your heart. I know it won't be easy, but I believe in us. I believe we can create something beautiful from the ashes of our past."
"I want to support you in every way, to be there for you through every high and low. You are my strength, my inspiration, and I want to be yours. We can face anything together, as long as we’re honest and open with each other. Let’s rebuild our love, stronger and deeper than before."
"I love you, Jin Ah. I always have, and I always will. Let's take this chance to start over, to write a new story, together."
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As they stood locked in a comforting embrace, a soft chime echoed through the room. Taehyung glanced towards the dining table without loosening his hold on Jin Ah.
There, amidst the flickering candlelight, lay a phone with its screen glowing faintly. He reached over, picking it up gently, and noticed the time displayed: 11:11.
"Jin Ah," Taehyung murmured softly, his voice filled with both reverence and hope. "It's 11:11."
Jin Ah lifted her head from his chest, meeting his gaze with a watery smile. They both knew the significance of this moment—that rare, magical minute when wishes were said to come true.
With unspoken understanding, they closed their eyes and clasped each other's hands tightly. Their hearts beat in sync as they silently prayed, their wishes intertwining in the quiet space between them.
"I wish for us," Jin Ah whispered, her voice barely audible yet brimming with sincerity.
T
aehyung squeezed her hand gently, his own wish echoing hers in the universe. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of their future, they shared a profound connection—a bond forged in forgiveness, renewed with love.
As the seconds ticked away, they lingered in each other's embrace, cherishing the purity of the moment. When they finally opened their eyes, a serene calm washed over them, a shared certainty that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.
"I believe our wish will come true," Taehyung said softly, brushing a tear from Jin Ah's cheek with infinite tenderness.
Jin Ah nodded, her heart overflowing with gratitude and hope.
With a gentle smile, Taehyung kissed her forehead, holding her close as they stood together, ready to embark on their new journey—one where honesty, trust, and unconditional love would pave the way.
Their love story would be written with unwavering devotion and a shared commitment to cherish every moment, no matter how fleeting or profound.
For in the silence of that sacred minute, amidst the whispering of wishes and the beating of two hearts as one, they found their beginning—a fresh chapter in their love, illuminated by the timeless magic of 11:11.
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Dear readers, thank you so much for joining me on this journey! Your support means everything.
Before we move on, could I ask for your feedback? Please take a moment to like and comment on this chapter—it truly helps me understand what you enjoy most!
Now, as we approach the conclusion, I'm torn.
Should I end the story here, or would you like to see more of Jin Ah and Taehyung's endearing moments, perhaps a few romantic dates, and then wrap up with an epilogue?
Your opinion matters—let me know your thoughts! I can't wait to hear from you.✨
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