Epilogue

                                    

                                          
"Jungkook! Just tie it up!"
My girlfriend's frustrated voice echoed through our room for the third time, followed by my playful chuckle. She had been asking me to help her tie the bows of her dress from behind, but I couldn't resist leaving it open after showering her neck with kisses. The sight of her irritation mixed with amusement warmed my heart.
As she stood in front of the mirror, struggling with her hair, I couldn't help but tease her a little more. I reached out to the bow of her dress, receiving a glare that only made me grin wider. It had been two memorable years of love and arguments with her. Her temper, ever so unpredictable, was both a challenge and a bit of fun. 
Her moods could change in the blink of an eye. One moment she'd be showering me with love, and the next, she'd want me out of her sight. I often found myself tiptoeing around her, trying to keep up with her feelings.
Lately, she had been on edge, busy with her work in the Lee company and a new business she was starting with Yoongi. The stress was way too much, and I did my best to support her, even if my mischief sometimes pushed her every single nerve to yell at me or throw me out of her room. 
As I watched her gather her hair, ready to tie it up, a sudden urge overtook me. Without thinking a second more, I reached out and gently touched her wrist, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. She looked at me through the mirror, her expression a mix with surprise and curiosity as she raised a frowning brow.
I slowly made her let go of her hair, my gaze locked with hers as I whispered, "Let it fall down, it looks ethereal on you." My voice was as soft as cotton candy. Something flickered in her eyes before she cleared her throat and turned around to face me.
I could feel her heart beating faster, the red tint on her cheeks giving away her unspoken emotions. It wasn't just a blush I saw; it was something deeper, something unspoken yet hanging heavily and stubbornly in the air between us.
"You're unbelievable! Just wasting my time-" she paused, her eyes flicking back and forth. "-I will just get ready in my brother's room!"
I laughed as she walked out hurriedly before grabbing her few things.
As I stood in the living room, the minutes ticking by slowly, I couldn't help but feel a bit of impatience. Hana and Ji-hoon had left with their mother a while ago, and now I was left alone, waiting for my girlfriend, the love of my life.
I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. And then, just as the desperation was becoming unbearable, I heard the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. My heart stammered into my throat as I turned to see her coming down the stairs.
There she was, in that black backless dress that hugged her every curve, with a delicate white bow tied on her waist. Her straight hair spill down on her back with soft waves on the ending. The light makeup she wore intensified her natural beauty, and her lips- tempting- shade of red that made my heart race.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she approached me, her expression annoyed at my staring. "Stop staring and let's go," she murmured, her voice like music to my ears. I chuckled softly, feeling like the luckiest man alive to have her by my side.
As we made our way out the door, I couldn't help but stare at how breathtaking she looked. To me, she wasn't just beautiful- she was a vision, a fallen angel sent to lighten my world. I followed behind her, feeling like a hopeless, crazy boyfriend madly in love. Which I am.