A love like a movie

Some love stories begin with grand declarations.

Theirs began with stolen glances across oceans.

Three years passed, yet Jungkook still looked at Taehyung as though he were seeing him for the first time.

Nothing had changed.

If anything, he had fallen deeper.

Taehyung's smile could brighten the darkest day.

His eyes held entire galaxies.

Even the smallest things fascinated Jungkook—the way Taehyung laughed, the way he brushed his hair back when thinking, the way his voice softened whenever he spoke about the people he loved.

Jungkook often found himself staring.

Lost.

Completely lost.

And Taehyung would simply laugh and ask,

"What are you looking at?"

To which Jungkook always replied,

"You."

Their love felt like something out of a film.

They spent summer evenings walking along beaches, leaving footprints that the waves would soon erase.

They escaped to quiet islands where nobody knew their names.

They danced at elegant parties beneath crystal chandeliers.

They drove through empty roads at midnight, music playing softly while city lights blurred outside the windows.

Sometimes they traveled simply because they missed each other.

France.

Switzerland.

Rome.

Greece.

Italy.

Every country became a collection of memories.

In Switzerland, they watched snow fall outside their cabin window while sharing hot coffee.

In Rome, they wandered through ancient streets hand in hand.

In Greece, they sat beside the sea until sunrise painted the sky gold.

And in Italy, Jungkook filled entire notebooks with sketches of Taehyung.

Most of the drawings were unfinished.

Because every time he looked up at Taehyung, he forgot what he was doing.

The world simply became less important.

One day, after years of dreaming about it, they built something together.

A home.

Not a mansion.

Not a palace.

Just a place that belonged to them.

It stood far from crowded cities.

The house was surrounded by gardens filled with flowers.

A small pond reflected the sky.

A wooden swing sat beneath a large tree.

A fountain sparkled in the sunlight.

And behind the house stretched a vast backyard where they could sit beneath the stars.

Neither of them lived there permanently.

Life was too busy.

Taehyung was occupied managing his family's powerful business empire.

Jungkook continued his work, spending months traveling across oceans.

Their schedules rarely aligned.

Yet whenever they found time, they returned to that house.

Their house.

Sometimes only for a weekend.

Sometimes for a few precious days.

The place remained filled with traces of them.

Books Taehyung forgot to put away.

Sketches Jungkook left on tables.

Photographs from their travels.

Memories hidden in every corner.

One evening, while sitting on the swing together, Taehyung rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder.

The fountain hummed quietly nearby.

The garden glowed beneath golden sunset light.

Neither spoke.

There was no need.

After all the luxury, all the countries, all the adventures, the most beautiful place either of them had ever found was not Switzerland or Greece.

It was each other.

And as Jungkook looked at the man he loved, he thought the same thing he had thought on that ship three years ago.

That no painting, no poem, and no story could ever fully capture Kim Taehyung.

Because Taehyung was not merely beautiful.

He was home.

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