I sat in the livingroom with Jungkook next to me. It’s been a couple days, and we were finally having a conversation about us. About what’s going to happen between us. Things have still been awkward, so we knew we had to discuss it all. I decided it would be best to fully accept him. To build a relationship with him.

“So,” Jungkook said, causing me to turn towards him. I could see a blurry shape in front of me. I was finally seeing color again, but I couldn’t make out any details. Everything was a blurry blob of colors. The doctor confirmed that my sight was coming back. “What do you think?”

“About accepting you?” I asked with a crooked smile. I reached over and grabbed his hand in my own, squeezing it. “Jungkook, I do want to give us a try. Yeah I think we should try it out. I do really like you, Jungkook. It might take me awhile to get used to the idea of us. But I still like the possibility. So yeah, I think I want to try it.”

“Then.. Would it be weird if I asked you to be my boyfriend?” Jungkook asked. I could feel a blush forming on my cheeks at his question.

“I’m okay with that,” I said, my voice almost a whisper. “I would love to be your boyfriend.”

“And I will accept you for who you are. You’re healing, and I acknowledge that,” Jungkook said, pulling me into a hug. “I’m okay with you loving Jinwoo more than me.”

“Then I think things might just work out,” I said, hugging him back. “Thank you for accepting me for me. You’re really a saint, Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’m no saint,” Jungkook said with a laugh, pulling back. “Is it to soon… Would it be weird if I kissed you?”

He didn’t have to wait for a response from me. I wanted to kiss him. So I placed my hands on either side of his face, trying to look at him. All I could really see was the color of his face and his red hair. I smiled and leaned in, capturing his lips with my own. We awkwardly sat there for a few seconds, before Jungkook brought his hand up to the back of my head and pulled me closer. He deepened the kiss, causing electricity to shoot down my body. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth the kiss gave me. It was an innocent touch of the lips, but it felt like pure bliss.

Once Jungkook pulled away, I just sat there with my eyes closed. I let the feeling linger on my lips, enjoying the feel. I no longer felt guilty towards Jinwoo. I’ll say it once again. Everyone is right. Park Jinwoo would want me to be happy, to find love again. So I was willing to give Jungkook a try. And the happiness I felt from that one kiss is the most happiness I’ve felt since Jinwoo’s death.

I slowly opened my eyes, blurry detail coming into view. I could see it. A face right in front of me. Brown eyes, slightly blurry, staring at me. A cute, slightly squashed, nose. Small, thin lips that were slightly open, admitting cute crooked teeth that reminded me of a bunny. I suddenly felt tears in my eyes. I was seeing Jungkook for the first time in person. I was seeing for the first time in a couple months. This was probably the happiest moment in my life. And all I wanted to do was cry. I couldn’t believe it.

“Hey? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, softly. I watched as his hands came up to my cheeks, his thumb wiping away my tears. “Don’t cry.”

“You… You look like a bunny,” I said with a small whisper. He stopped and stared at me, everything still slightly blurry. I moved my hand so that I could touch his hair. “Your hair is so soft.”

“Yugyeom,” Jungkook said, his voice a little gruff. “D...Did you just say I look like a bunny?”

“Yeah,” I said, softly playing with his hair. I heard a bark, causing me to pull away from Jungkook and turn my head. I could see the face of a chocolate lab sitting by the couch. He was still blurry, meaning I should probably get my eyes checked now that my vision was back. I probably was going to be sentenced to a life of wearing glasses, but I was totally fine with that.

Jinwoo was bigger than I imagined. But it made sense, since he was almost 8 months now. He was standing next to the couch, his tail wagging 90 miles per second. His long, pink tongue, was hanging out of his mouth. And he had his service dog vest on. It was more of a red harness that had words on it I couldn’t make out. Jungkook told me when it arrived two days ago that it said “Service Dog. Do Not Pet.” on it. But Jinwoo’s fur looked just as soft as it felt.

“Jinwoo,” I whispered, biting my lip. “You