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I turned to look back at Jungkook.  His eyes were on my face, some indiscernible longing hidden in them.  I felt myself tearing up.  This happened often when I looked at pictures of him or watched certain videos.  Now he noticed the tears flooding my eyes immediately.  I saw an answering sheen in his own eyes.

“Grace?  What’s wrong?”

How did I put into words all the things that I thought about him?

“You are precious, Jungkook.  You know that, right?” I gazed intently into those gorgeous, chocolate eyes of his.  Could he read my heart?  Could he see the things that I believed about him?

He furrowed his brow slightly.  He kept his eyes on mine, though, so I saw the tears forming as he looked at me.  He swallowed.

“I mean, you.  The real you.  You are precious.  The one who hides deep down underneath all the makeup, the earrings, the tattoos, the stuff.  You know you’re worth it, Jeongguk?”  When I called him by the name his parents had given him, I pronounced it like he does: Chung-guk.  My heart in my eyes, I continued, “Please tell me you know it.  That even if all of this fame went away tomorrow, the you who you would be left with is even more valuable than the one who dances on a stage and sings like a dream.  The boy who you were when you had only a dream.  Back when you had no confidence in your voice or your ability.  Long before you became the Golden Maknae.  That boy who still hides deep down underneath the face that you show the world.  The real you who lies hidden under JK.  You know that I love the real you with all your flaws and insecurities?”  

He stared at me.  “But you don’t even know the real me,” he whispered. 

I noticed that the rims of his eyelids had turned pink.  I was sure mine had too.  I shook my head.  “Chung-guk, I see you.”

My eyes found the scar on his cheek.  I reached up and tenderly brushed my fingertips over it to emphasize my point.  I had turned to face him completely.  Which was a good thing.  Because now he was the only one who could see the tears freely flowing down my cheeks.

Man!  Did I bring any Kleenex in my purse?  WHY am I always crying in front of people?  Here I am, sitting in front of JUNGKOOK.  And still my tears are flowing.

He simply stared into my eyes for a long while.  I felt like I could drown in those chocolate depths as I gazed back at him.  Suddenly, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed my cheek where a tear had fallen.  His lips brushed the moisture away.  I felt fire cascading through my cheek in the wake of his touch.  Before I could even recover from that shock, he leaned back, and I discerned the thumb of his left hand brushing my right cheek where another tear had been sliding towards my chin.  His fingers lovingly cupped my jawline as his thumb tenderly ministered comfort to my wet skin.

My eyes widened in surprise at both of his unexpected responses to my words.  We simply stared at each other, blue eyes delving into brown.  Chocolate eyes searching the depths of my heart. Communicating soul to soul alone.

Had we been alone, I just knew that he would have kissed me, my lips welcoming his sweet embrace.  I could see it clearly written in his eyes.  Somehow, I had connected with Kookie’s heart.  I had meant every single word that I’d said.  All the way down to my very core.

He leaned towards me, turning slightly, until his breath brushed my ear, “I think I love you,” he whispered.

Then, embarrassed, he pulled back and studied the floor for a few moments.  I smiled faintly at his bent head.  I didn’t have to think about it; I knew I loved Kookie, every precious centimeter of him, spirit, soul, and body.  The man was absolutely adorable.